New White Snake Asking Immortals

Downstream one night, dawn.

I can finally dive and walk, and the spine spurs will inevitably be exposed outside the water...

Yesterday, the basin crossing team waited for the flood to subside. It was strange to say that the flood was still flooded yesterday and this morning, but the traffic had to wait for the sun to harden and the soil to harden.

A group of people are discussing what they saw yesterday by the river. Some people say that it may be some unknown creature.

A sudden hello broke the argument!

"Look, what is that curved scratch in the river?"

I saw that the river silt exposed by the flood receded has deep scratches and bent forward. Even if it was washed by the water, it is still very obvious. It is definitely very large in terms of depth and width. I think of many legends left by the older generation and understand that it is really going. Jiao.

The pouring thunderbolt rolled icy cold floods, and the waves went to the end of the world.

The rain continued, the mountains and rivers were covered by fog, and countless streams merged and expanded to create a surging tide. Bai Yujun had enough floodwater and quickly descended in a semi-submerged attitude. After leaving the no-man’s land, he gradually came into contact with humans. Not many people saw the slender white figure in the river.

With such a heavy rain, almost everyone stayed at home to play mahjong and watch TV. No matter how bad it was, they could play their children at home.

It was raining again and again, the old man wearing a raincoat led the ox across the bridge, the ox did not move forward, whipped, the ox turned around and refused to go on the bridge, when the angry old man lowered his head inadvertently, he saw a long white shadow passing under the bridge, and dragon scales on the water surface. Wen, in a panic, thought about the rules of the big snake and the big Jiao and shouted the Dragon King.

"Dragon King~ Walk slowly~ Don't flood the farmland and ruin the bridge~"

The old man didn't understand why there was a sword made by his predecessors hanging under the bridge, why he would walk away, and when he walked away, he bent over and cursed.

"God **** it~ Which child stole the Dragon Slaying Sword and sold it!"

The Dragon Slaying Sword has an impact on Zou Jiao, but the impact is not great. If a certain white is not happy, he can break countless iron swords, but he just doesn't want to hurt his relationship with humans.

After continuous diving, we finally arrived at the first county town built by the river...

The dragon's horns emerged from the water, followed by the eyes.

The nictitating membrane slid forward to reveal the eyeballs, glanced at the buildings on both sides of the strait and the iron boats swaying with the flood peaks. Several concrete bridges spanned the two sides of the strait, so you had to be careful not to break the bridges. To a certain white, the difference between cement and mud is not It's huge, it's all tofu dregs.

Special departments have found excuses to block the bridge and wait for the flood peak to pass.

The person in charge saw the high peaks coming from the upper reaches, and saw the huge head with the binoculars, confirming that it was undoubtedly a white dragon.

Raise the communicator.

"Report, Bailong arrived in Z County and is expected to leave the county in two minutes."

"Continue to observe, do not interfere."

"Received~"

The county seat is not a big problem. What I worry about is that there are many big cities along the river downstream. When the headache is in the back, fortunately no one remembers that the abnormal flood may be caused by walking Jiao. On rainy days, I prefer to lie in bed and play with my mobile phone...

Bai Yujun flicked his tail across the bridge, separated the river, and swam forward.

"Really, after we agreed to clear the river to prevent accidents, why are there still people playing boats?"

I have to complain that there are young people on the river who are playing motorboats in the rain. Maybe the rich days are too boring and want to find some excitement and ride the flood peak in the heavy rain.

The head of the county special department has a tingling scalp...

"Quick! Go and take him to me in the helicopter! Immediately! Immediately!"

So, a young man who was enjoying himself in the water saw a helicopter, and then, not knowing what they did to cause the motorboat to turn off for no reason, a rough and strong man was hanging from the rope and hugged him...

"My jet ski! My . . 

Hanging in the air, the young man screamed and looked down at his poor motorboat, and saw that it was suddenly engulfed by the whirlpool, and then saw a long white shadow in the water twisting and swimming forward.

There is no way, the body is too big, and when swimming, it will inadvertently bring a vortex to **** the floating objects on the water surface.

Passing through the county seat and entering the mountains again.

The people along the river are especially afraid of the raging flood. There are a lot of flood records in county records and ancient books. The water and fire are merciless. Every flood will cause huge losses to the people on both sides of the river. Many cities depend on the embankment for their lives. After a certain level, all means seem extremely fragile.

In particular, the Southern Song Dynasty hydrology and stone carvings recorded that a major flood occurred once in a thousand years, and many dams burst, and drowning was not counted.

Bai Yujun doesn't dare to make such a big fuss. It's easy to get lucky if there are too many dead creatures. Working hard for the world and even flattering the human race can't just save merits like this. Is it easy to save some merits? Tired of exhaustion After living for 1,400 years, it would be really stupid to endure it and then cause trouble.

There is no other way but to carefully control the river water not to exceed a certain amount.

Once I feel that there is too much rain, I would rather fight the exhaustion and disperse the rain clouds to reduce the flood. I don’t want to trouble anyone, I just want to use the small flood peak to pass the big river into the sea, and I will go my own way.

After entering the remote river channel, I saw that there were cultivators worshipping and praying for the rocks on the bank protruding into the river, and building a wind and rain pavilion to burn incense.

The waves slapped the rocks, and the monks in plain clothes saluted respectfully.

"Congratulations to the dragon entering the sea~flying into the fairyland~"

The cultivator's blessing is even more effective~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Since they gave Bai Yujun their respect, they slowed down and stopped, raised their heads from the water to the height of the rock, and looked at several cultivators. When it was lifted up, the cultivators couldn't keep calm, and they were overjoyed, not afraid of the big mouth and fangs.

The picture is kind of beautiful.

The water vapor permeated the sky, the raindrops slanted, the wind and rain pavilion stands and burns incense, and the huge white flood dragon emits fluorescent light.

"Please Shenlong protect the world and keep the world peaceful~"

Bai Yujun nodded his head, released a little spiritual energy at will to improve the physical fitness of several people, and then jumped up and fell into the river to continue downstream.

In the evening, after passing through the mountains and several cities, we arrived at a big city.

The big city was brightly lit, and Bai Yujun's nostrils floated on the water, smelling the strong smell of hot pot...

What a great place~

A certain white slowed down to save the flood peaks from hitting the dykes on both sides of the river. Looking at the city in the night lights, feeling the comfort and warmth, he walked slowly, and the white figure was looming in the evening river.

The city is still peaceful under the heavy rain, and the smell of hot pot in the air persists for a long time. After taking two sips, I really want to climb out and eat a few pots of red hot hot pot.

Maybe, I don't know how many years later I can eat it again...

Look up and remember that the city flicked its tail and continued to move forward, crossing the bridge, wondering why the chief officer named it the Jiang Bridge, and under the watchful eyes of the special department agents, the flood peaks crossed the bridge continuously, and the waves slapped on both sides of the strait. The cold water vapor came up, turned a few corners, and left the hot pot city.

The Jiaolong crosses the border, and the demons retreat, suppress the demons, and suppress the demons.

Perhaps, what Bai Yujun can do now is to adjust the feng shui for the places he passes by to make them more livable, and it can be regarded as a little compensation for disturbing the people along the coast.