Chapter 150 I Count to Three (Thanks to Kaixin Baolong Ge Da Lao's Alliance Lord)

  Qingzhou, Linjiang County.

  The peddlers and laborers on the long street were coming and going in an endless stream, seemingly no different from usual.

  In the tea house, the storyteller faced a number of customers far exceeding that of before, hoarse from shouting in an attempt to earn two more coppers, but unfortunately, although there were more listeners, fewer were willing to pay.

  Ordinary people can't understand the situation and can only get fragmented news about the masters of Qingzhou and the demons from exaggerated rumors.

  But for their keen sense of danger, it is their instinct to rely on for a living.

  When he saw the yamen runners patrolling the streets, he sighed and thought that perhaps there were a few more unfamiliar faces of serious-looking knights-errant in town.

  Instead of the coarse rice in the pot, exchange it for rough bran. Replace the two pieces of oil residue in the bowl with dark and salty vegetables. Then, exchange the saved copper coins for stored grain and hide them in an inconspicuous place at home.

  A horse carriage slowly drove down the long street and stopped outside the slightly old-fashioned Town Magic General's Mansion, which looked like it hadn't been renovated in many years.

  An old man with trembling hands was sweeping fallen leaves with a broom in front of the gate.

  It seemed that he was also a bit deaf, and it wasn't until the coachman grasped the reins to stop the horse and shouted three times in succession that the old man slowly raised his head: "Who are you looking for?"

  The next moment, the figure walking out of the car made him subconsciously drop his broom and try to stand up straighter, shouting loudly: "Huang Jian pays respects to the imperial bodyguard!"

  Young man with hollowed-out black gold crown, wearing a fierce wolf swallowing the moon cloak, with yin-yang fish pattern embroidered at the collar, waist bound with precious jade, and slantingly carrying a three-foot-long ink knife.

  All this represents that the other party is the master of Linjiang County.

  But that young and innocent face made Huang Jian feel extremely remorseful, he couldn't recall the other person's name no matter how hard he tried, it was really true that as one gets older, their memory deteriorates!

  The young man slightly lowered his chin and said in a gentle tone: "Shen Yi has something to report to General Chen Qiankun, please inform the old master."

  "Alright, alright, Lord Shen, wait a moment, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..." Huang Jian seemed somewhat surprised and delighted, excitedly turned around, then slapped his forehead with force.

  "He looked back and said: 'Sir, General Chen is not in the mansion.'"

  It seemed that Huang Jian's loud shout had startled the people inside, and soon several young officers rushed out. Seeing Shen Yi's attire, they were stunned for a moment, then one of them seemed to remember something: "You are Qingfeng Mountain... Sir Shen, please come in quickly!"

  The young lieutenant reacted extremely quickly, recalling the ban. The matter of beheading the Jiao was top secret, and even he had only heard half a sentence when two deputy generals were chatting casually, after which he was severely whipped three times by the deputy general and ordered to roll out of the camp.

  "I really didn't expect it, General Chen has even invited you back."

  Several people warmly invited Shen Yi into the mansion: "Lord Shen, are you going to Shuiyun Township?"

  "What's going on?" Shen Yi stopped in her tracks.

  The jailers exchanged a glance, sighed and said: "I don't know what's wrong with the Yangchun River water clan. The three Baojun Wangye suddenly left the river and hurt people violently. Most of the demon catchers have come to pursue them, and General Chen wants to stare at that old dragon...

  "The Yang Spring River is over 4,000 miles long from front to back, and its two ends are even outside of Qingzhou. Where can you find such a good place to guard?"

  "Never mind, just go quickly."

  The captains did not dare to speak out, the Yangchun River Jiaozu was obviously torturing the old man. If they didn't exhaust General Chen, that old dragon would never appear.

  The other attendants ran along the riverbank, coordinating with the demon catcher's skills to search for the three-headed Jiaolong King and capture him as soon as possible.

  "Not going for now." Shen Yi shook her head.

  This road didn't rush, whether it was Qing Chi Er Mang or Tian Kong Po Ri Shen Gong, they all recovered.

  However, the external elixir of the heavenly demon was still empty, and the white deer's demon elixir had not been used for the time being. After all, the fifth transformation took nearly 3,500 years, and the current lifespan of the demon was still a bit short.

  "What's this?" The jiaoweis were somewhat bewildered.

  "Go and earn some extra money." Shen Yi took out a silver bell and sent a message into it.

  Soon, the nearby demon catcher pointed him in a general direction.

  Under the gaze of the crowd, the young man's eyes shone brightly, like a divine eagle gazing into the distance, suddenly soaring into the sky and instantly turning into a gentle breeze sweeping across the vast expanse.

  The lieutenants had never seen their attendants and deputy generals display such tactics before, and they all stood aghast on the spot.

  ……

  Linjiang County, Qiping County.

  At this time of turmoil and upheaval, a local wealthy family donated money to build a new temple.

  It is said that the River God of Yangchun can ensure good weather, a harmonious marriage and children, and ward off evil spirits.

  It's hard to say whether it's true or false.

  But Zhiping County is also a big county and not a remote place like Shuiyun Township.

  Building a shrine by the river is completely different from building one in the county, but surprisingly, the Town Demon Officer didn't say much and only sent two captains to take a look, after which no one managed it again.

  It's probably because people are too tense and urgently need a spiritual outlet.

  It was precisely because of this that the newly built temple was suddenly filled with incense and fire, and the people who came to worship formed a long line.

  Inside the temple, the deity sits solemnly with palms flat on knees, luxurious flowing clouds draped over shoulders, a straight precious sword at waist, the entire sculpture presents in ink color, dignified yet revealing a hint of ferocity.

  One by one, the incense guests knelt on the cushion, and as the news of death spread wildly, their wishes in their mouths changed from having a big fat baby boy to the safety of their families.

  But in this case, there are two places that stand out particularly prominently.

  First, a long dragon formed outside the temple at the foot of the mountain, dozens of people from all walks of life scattered and came, occasionally reaching out to touch the bell hidden in their waistband.

  Then there was a tall and majestic figure in the temple who neither lit incense nor made wishes.

  "Yangchun River God?"

  A middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back and found that the statue was gazing down at him indifferently, a smile spreading across its face.

  The corners of his mouth curved more and more exaggeratedly.

  Until he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hah... haha!"

  "You claim to be the god of Yangchun River in front of me?!"

  The Fifth King laughed without restraint, which inevitably caused dissatisfaction among the incense guests, who all furrowed their brows and cast their eyes over.

  In an instant, he suddenly turned around and left.

  A pair of eyes that were as red as if they had been smoked, caused all the guests to be shocked and terrified, those with weaker nerves already lost control on the spot.

  "What? Am I, Ben Jun, not worthy of commenting on your wild gods?"

  "Why don't we just do it this way."

  The Dragon King and the Five Kings seemed to be enjoying this pre-meal play, he put away his ferocious intentions, smiled calmly: "Now I'm going to eat you all, I'll count to three, let's see if your River God will..."

  Before he could even raise his finger, Jiaolong suddenly found that all the incense guests around him had wide eyes.

  The next moment, a gurgling sound suddenly echoed in his ears.

  After searching carefully, I found that a white palm with bloodstained fingers had stretched out of my throat.

  When his palm left, he turned back with a tremble, and what entered his eyes was a slightly swaying ink-black cloak.

  The young man stood sideways, with one hand resting on the scabbard of his sword, gazing at himself with a detached expression.

  (End of chapter)