Astral Apostle

   Chapter 262 Flood Control and Support

  Huyang, Dingbokou.

   When Zhou Jing and his party came to this place in the rain, the vicinity had become a swamp country, and a large area of ​​land was flooded. Even where they could settle down, the water level was close to the waist, and the mud was unbearable, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, making it difficult to travel.

   Not far away, the breach of the river bank has expanded by an unknown number of times, and the muddy river water is wrapped in sediment and pours out along the gap, making a rumbling sound, like a roar of a yellow dragon.

   And at this time, the heavy rain continued, which continued to increase the water potential, making the water level of the Shahe high, and the flood showed no sign of subsidence.

   "Oh, this flood is too serious, how can this be done?"

   "Zhaizhu, why don't we evacuate, how can we people be able to solve such a big flood?"

   "Yeah, and it's still raining heavily. Why don't we wait for the flood to subside and stop, let's plug the breach again? Anyway, it's already been hit, and it's not bad for a few days. There's no need to take this risk."

   Many soldiers looked at the terrifying scene in front of them, and they couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring, and they all backed away and tried to persuade each other.

   Although they followed Zhou Jing's order to come together, they really didn't know what they could do when they saw the scene in front of them.

  If you fight with the enemy, they will do it without saying a word. But this kind of power of heaven and earth, the mortal body is just a man's arm to block the car, no matter how many people go up, they will be washed away by the flood in an instant, and they will be buried in the waves. They don't want to die in vain.

   "Stop arguing, let me think about it..."

   Zhou Jing interrupted the crowd and observed the **** where it burst, and couldn't help but have a headache.

  The knowledge of water conservancy, he can only say that he has a half-knowledge, and probably knows that the solution to the bursting of the embankment is to plug the mouth and refill the embankment.

   It is indeed the safest to wait for the water to calm down and then block it, but by that time, everything that should be submerged will be submerged, and the loss will already be great.

   Zhou Jing gritted his teeth, turned around and ordered:

   "You can collect some trees, soil, rocks and other materials nearby. The more the better, I'll go to the crevice and try it out to see if I can curb the momentum of the water."

   Hearing the words, everyone was shocked, and quickly grabbed Zhou Jing with all his hands and feet, his face full of anxiety:

   "The village owner, you can't do it!"

   "We know that the village master is extremely skilled in martial arts, but this flood is fierce, far from being comparable to an army formation. How could it be that martial arts compete?"

   "If the village owner has three strengths and two weaknesses, then we can't be blamed for our deaths!"

   Zhou Jing impatiently shook off a few people and shouted:

   "Stop mother-in-law, I won't die, hurry up and collect materials."

   After he finished speaking, he jumped under his feet, the muddy water exploded, and the whole person jumped high, crossed the arc, and jumped to the flood peak where the water was the most violent.

   Zhou Jing fell into the water with a thud like a falling star, and immediately felt the surging force of Peiran Mo Yu, which was bombarding him head-on.

  The strength of this force is far greater than that of thousands of troops. Before he could stabilize his body, he was swept away by the flood.

   Zhou Jing held back his breath, and his martial arts arrogance ran with all his strength, as if a thousand pounds had fallen, and his legs slid into the river bed, until they reached his thighs.

   "Dinghai Pile!"

   Zhou Jing let out a sullen snort, and carried the Sea Whale sect's zonggong. The muscles and bones of his whole body were twisted to death, his inner strength held on to the sinking, and his center of gravity sank firmly. He turned himself into a human-shaped nail and inserted it into the river bed to prevent it from being washed away.

   Hu Hu Hu——

   The dark red martial arts arrogance that was fully stimulated emerged from his body, burning under the water, and rolling up a circle of vortexes around him, but no one could see it in the flooding flood.

   Zhou Jing put his fists on his waist, his legs penetrated into the sediment at the bottom of the river, and put on a stance, finally stabilizing his body.

   But the next moment, he was under a stronger resistance. The scouring of the flood was uninterrupted, and the impact made him slowly retreat, and his legs shoveled two ditches in the sand.

   There seemed to be countless fists, slamming his head and covering his face, without any gaps.

   At the same time, the water flow around him is like a big hand everywhere, and the force is chaotic and vigorous, pushing or pulling, constantly tearing and destroying his balance center of gravity.

   Zhou Jing's forehead burst with blue veins, his face flushed red, and against the surging water, his fists placed on his waist were suddenly slapped forward.

   The dark red martial arts arrogance flowed rapidly along the muscle meridians of the two arms, and released it from the palm of the palm.

  Om!

   The next moment, two invisible walls of air, hundreds of times larger than the palm of your hand, suddenly pushed out.

  Vajra Sect, Prajna Mahamudra!

   The powerful palm force collided with the shocking flood.

  ! ! !

   As if a mine exploded, a huge water column shot up into the sky.

   Under the fierce collision, the galloping peak seemed to pause for a moment.

   "What kind of power is this?!"

  Many children on the shore saw this scene, and their jaws dropped in shock, and their faces were full of disbelief.

   However, before they could exclaim, the next moment, Hou Lang rushed to make up for it.

  The kinetic energy accumulated when the flood stopped, superimposed and erupted with stronger force, and swept down suddenly!

  Boom! !

   Zhou Jing broke out of the water, fell not far from the shore, and rolled in the mud.

   His body was wet, covered with sand and grass, and he was quite embarrassed.

   Everyone was shocked and hurried up to help, for fear that the village owner would make a mistake.

   "I'm fine."

   Zhou Jing waved his hand to refuse, gritted his teeth and stood up, only to feel Venus rising in front of his eyes and buzzing in his ears.

   He took a few breaths, mixed his breath, and then cursed:

   "Grandma's, it turns out that the mother can't stop it."

   Isn't this normal? !

  The corners of everyone's mouth twitched and they roared in their hearts.

   When ordinary people see this kind of scene, how can they have to try it to understand that it will not work, and at a glance, they know that this kind of natural power cannot be stopped!

   The owner of the village is so reckless, he has the courage to stop the flood, and if he were a normal person, he would have been swept away and washed to death.

   ignored the crowd, Zhou Jing pouted a mouthful of sand, and felt troubled.

   Chen Feng, the fourth apostle, is fierce if he is fierce, but he is still in the realm of manpower, and he is a warrior without many magical means.

   Just a short while of full support just now spent a lot of energy. If it hadn't jumped out at the end, I'm afraid the martial arts arrogance would have been exhausted within a few seconds, and I would have been rushed to nowhere.

   After all, his own energy attribute is not at the high-level level, and he burst out with all his strength, consuming far more than usual combat, and the difference in speed is like a water faucet and a high-power water pump.

  Because the outbreak was too violent, Zhou Jing couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his body at this time, his muscles were sore and weak, and his meridians were somewhat damaged.

"Most of the moves I use now are the martial arts of this world. Although they can also run the martial arts arrogance, they are not suitable after all... To maximize the power of the martial arts arrogance, you still need advanced martial arts skills from the main world. Row."

   Zhou Jing flashed this thought, helpless in his heart.

   The super power academy places too much emphasis on step-by-step progress. Each level of super power knowledge will only be taught after passing the assessment.

  Zhou Jing exhaled, suppressed distractions, and called everyone to collect materials. Then he carried all kinds of earth, rocks, plants and trees together, and filled the dam with water from both sides of the breach, so as to reduce the speed of the expansion of the breach as much as possible.

   As long as he doesn't face the flood peak, he can still stand still with his physique, and his efficiency in filling the dam is far superior to the soldiers around him.

  If someone is swept away by the water, Zhou Jing can quickly save them, and he has the heaviest responsibility.

   A group of people are working hard here, and they are very busy.

  Although they knew it was a drop in the bucket, but seeing Zhou Jing taking the lead, everyone gritted their teeth to repair the river bank. Although they were so tired, they did not complain.

   After a long time, the sound of water suddenly sounded not far away, as if a large group of people were wading in the water.

   Zhou Jing and others looked up, but they were a group of villagers in ragged clothes, holding agricultural tools such as hoes and wooden rakes, about three hundred people.

   "Who are you?"

   Zhou Jing frowned and asked.

   A young man walked out of the crowd, a little embarrassed, but he still clasped his fists and asked loudly: "This is Chen Feng, the so-called Dragon King, the owner of Chen Dazhai?"

   "Yes, it's me." Zhou Jing nodded.

This young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly explained: "We have seen the master of Chenzhai, and it is like this. We originally planned to escape from the disaster, but we heard that the master of Chenzhai came to Dingbokou to deal with the flood, so we formed some villagers to come and see if they could manage the flood. Can't help..."

   After listening to him, Zhou Jing understood.

Another group of people who they sent back to the mountain for help was worried that it would be too slow to come and go, so they spread rumors on the road, telling all the villagers they encountered that their village owner was going to Dingbokou for disaster relief and urgently needed manpower. Ask for assistance.

  The matter spread by word of mouth among these villagers.

There are many people practicing martial arts in Huyang, and there are many people with strong blood. Even though the government has centrally managed many villagers with the five strategies of breaking thieves, there are still people who escaped in the wild, and with Chen Feng's recent actions, many people have left the government again. regulation.

   Hearing that Chen Feng didn't even care about fighting, he went straight to the disaster relief. When many villagers came together, they immediately patted their thighs and decided to pull up Xiang Yong and go to help the field!

   After all, Huyang is everyone's hometown, and it's a matter of survival in the future. Even Chen Feng, who was attacked by the imperial court, went to rescue the disaster immediately, and many people couldn't do it.

   For the villagers, they may not dare to fight and kill people, but work can still help!

   Zhou Jing was relieved when he heard the words, but he was not polite, and said loudly: "Everyone came just in time, we are short of manpower, you should all have received my martial arts from Longwangzhai, not a sick child, come and help."

"okay!"

   "Don't worry, Lord Chen Dazhai, we peasants, if nothing else, have a lot of strength!"

  All townships were invigorated, and without delay, they rolled up their sleeves and started to dry. Under Zhou Jing's order, they joined in the operation of repairing the embankment and blocking the opening.

   As time went on, more and more villagers rushed to the village, and the scale of the disaster relief crowd gradually increased, and the chanting of chants could be heard endlessly.

  However, even though many people worked together in the rain, the flood situation did not reduce much.

  The crowd finally repaired a little breach, and it was washed away by the turbulent river not long after, repeatedly, it was difficult to maintain.

   Just as everyone gritted their teeth to support, a figure flew quickly from the horizon and hovered above.

   Seeing this person's appearance clearly, the faces of the shanzhai minions and many people's husbands changed drastically.

   "Really Yufeng!"

   Everyone stopped what they were doing, and quickly climbed ashore, staring at Lingfengzi in the sky, their faces full of vigilance and fear in their hearts.

   This guy is a member of the imperial court. Did he show up at this time to stop them from disaster relief?

  Ling Fengzi slowly landed, suspended on the river, and turned a deaf ear to the hostile gazes of everyone, and said:

   "You don't have to be afraid, Pindao is here to help you in disaster relief."

   Hearing this, everyone was startled and looked at each other in dismay.

   At this moment, a small village leader spit and cursed:

   "This embankment was dug by your officers and soldiers, the purpose is to flood the lake and Yang, you are a court eagle, why come here to be hypocritical and try to confuse the people?!"

   Many villagers were shocked when they heard the words. They only knew that the flood broke out, but they didn't know the whole story.

   "What, is the flood caused by the imperial court?"

   "The officers and soldiers are so vicious?"

  The villagers were in an uproar.

  Lingfengzi didn't change his face, and said slowly: "I don't know the reason, I just take care of the common people and come here to help, not here to attack... The poor man did this, it has nothing to do with the court, but his own will."

   That little boss wanted to scold again.

  But Zhou Jing stopped him, nodded and said, "Since the real person has such thoughts, it is also a good thing, so I will trouble you."

   Seeing that the village owner made a statement, everyone died.

Zhou Jing paused, winked, and asked deliberately, "However, digging the embankment and flooding is the strategy of the commander-in-chief of your three armies. Come and help us, how will you explain to the court when you go back? If you want me to say, the real person is very talented, Why do you need to work for the dog emperor, just go up the mountain and join the team, you and I are fighting every day, wouldn't it be fun."

Lingfengzi understood the meaning, shook his head and refused: "You don't need to worry about Chen Zhaizhu, the poor Taoist will talk to the sage. Disaster relief is only for the people of Li, it is the way of the poor Taoist, after this, you and I are still enemies. Not a friend."

"Pity……"

   Zhou Jing smacked his lips, as if regretting.

   Zhou Jing was not surprised by the sudden arrival of Lingfengzi, because this was the remote call signal he issued.

There is induction between the astral apostles. In the same world, you can locate each other's positions. You can call other apostles remotely to make them move to your own position, but you can't give detailed instructions... It means you can only call people over, and you can't control other apostles to do things. .

   If you want to give detailed instructions, you still need close contact.

  Because of the emergency of flooding, it is more important to solve the disaster here first.

   As for what Ma Zhen thinks, it is of no importance to Zhou Jing... After all, why compete with a dead person.

   "Then ask the real person to curb the water and help."

   Zhou Jing said.

  Ling Fengzi got a signal and flew back into the sky, green light flashing in his eyes.

  woooooooo——

   A gust of wind with a faint green glow gathered from all directions, forming a wind vortex in the sky.

   The next moment, the surging wind, like a wind wall, suddenly fell into the flood.

   (end of this chapter)