bestfiction Chapter 39 Two Dragons Traveling on Water
Chapter 39 Two Dragons Traveling on Water
The small boat rose and fell with the surging of the river.
Zhong Ming sat upright at the bow of the boat, saying nothing. There were too many things to deal with, and he also had to be wary of the people behind him who might have ulterior motives.
The rowers that group sent out were indeed skilled at making a living on the river, but they were too talkative.
"Young Taoist priest, is Cat Mountain Taoist Temple fun? I've never been inside before. You're the first master I've met at Cat Mountain Taoist Temple. You look only seventeen or eighteen years old. Are you some kind of ancient immortal with the secret to eternal youth? Do you really have the magic to reverse aging...?"
Having been in the underworld for a long time, they are masters at judging people by their appearance. Since Zhong Ming has a "good temper," they are afraid of him but also dare to talk nonsense.
As Zhong Ming continued on his way, he could already see Xiao Yu sweeping the open space at the entrance of the Taoist temple.
"We're almost there. Which direction will you move in, or would you like to wait until I get back before making a decision? That might be a bit rushed."
"If it's just eight days, we can wait. Don't underestimate us just because we're ordinary people. We're all top-notch men, and we're excellent at rowing. We plan to go down the river and into a tributary of the Jue River, where the current is calmer. We'll go upstream for a while and then make further plans."
The boatman began to slow the boat down; they were about to reach the shore. If it weren't for the fact that everyone had just acquired a large shipment and urgently needed manpower, he would have really wanted to ask the immortal master if they could visit the Taoist temple.
It's a place where incense is burning brightly.
"Immortal Master, shall I come to pick you up in eight days?"
"No need, I have my own way."
After saying goodbye to the boatman, Xiao Zhao and Xiao Yu had already...
They skillfully carried the stretcher and stood at the door.
Don't ask why, I'm used to it.
......
After a very, very long story was told.
The old Taoist priest sat down on the recliner, leisurely fanning himself. His beard was finally no longer made of a whisk. He had been in a good mood for the past few days.
“My disciple, let’s deal with things one by one.”
Xiao Yu carried in a huge basin, so big that his arms could barely hold it. It was so big that even if you put him on it and threw him into the river, he wouldn't sink.
"Open your mouth and spit."
Zhong Ming channeled his spiritual power and spat out all the spirit stones he had scavenged from the mine mole's nest in one go, filling a whole basin.
"Hmm, more than 110 low-grade spirit stones and four mid-grade spirit stones. I wonder how many years of the mining mole clan that this is."
For a race living above a low-grade spirit stone mine, it would take a very, very long time to have a storage capacity of this scale.
Once the first problem was figured out, the second problem was actually solved as well.
The mining mole got off Zhong Ming's back.
The aroma of the large pile of spirit stones wafted out, and in the miner's blissful dream, a mountain range made of pure spirit stones suddenly appeared, with the continuous peaks all made of pure spirit stones!
It was happy to roll down the mountain peak and bounce up from the valley, its bottom burning with pain and its mouth watering.
The old Taoist priest grabbed the tailless fleshy ball, looked it over from left to right, but couldn't see anything special about it.
This little guy actually chose my apprentice to be his boss so firmly?
What's so great about my cheap apprentice? To be honest, even the old Taoist priest himself couldn't say what was so special about Zhong Ming.
"The mine mole is a very unpalatable monster. It has some uses, but the Taoist temple doesn't have any spells related to beast taming. If you want to keep it, it's up to fate."
The old Taoist priest casually tossed the mining mole aside, and it landed with a thud on the pile of spirit stones. The next second, the old Taoist priest covered it with his large sleeve.
The pile of spirit stones vanished instantly, and the space beneath its body turned into air. It fell to the ground, landing right on its severed tail wound.
It was jolted awake by the pain, sniffed around, and realized that before the pile of spirit stones disappeared, it was still clinging tightly to a spirit stone with its little paws. Without thinking, it took a bite, its mouth full of crystal dust, and then contentedly went back to sleep.
The master and apprentice tacitly avoided dwelling on this issue.
Zhong Ming lay on the bench, tears welling up in his eyes. It wasn't that he wasn't strong; it was just that the medicine was too painful, and the tears were a natural physiological reaction that he couldn't hold back.
Only now did he manage to utter his first words in a low voice: "Master, what does 'two dragons moving on water' mean?"
"Oh, I've received the notification too. The two dragons are: Bazhou, upstream of the Yelan River, has a local demon beast, a water dragon at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, which has been trying to break through to the Divine Transformation stage for about two or three hundred years, suppressed by the powerful human beings; the other is a sect-protecting fire dragon in the four northern states, which is also trying to break through to the Divine Transformation stage. The two are simply going together."
The old Taoist priest explained the matter in a calm and collected manner.
Why would a powerful human force suppress a water dragon?
Because they need to cross water to break through.
The phrase "water dragon moving water" literally means going downstream, gathering its own momentum, and using its towering waves to stir up the vast river water, carrying it to the sea.
The complete submersion of both banks of the river and the resulting devastation were inevitable outcomes.
The other one is interesting. "Going by water" also means "fire".
The fire dragon travels through water, not by following the water's flow, but by causing fire wherever it goes. It must continuously spew fire in one breath, accumulating power for thousands of miles, with raging flames burning the sky, thereby breaking through to a higher realm.
Now that both dragons have broken through together, it naturally aligns with the interests of both the North and the South.
The combat strength must be balanced. On the surface, the South cannot have one more Nascent Soul cultivator than the North. This would put the North at a disadvantage in the struggle for interests, and the Northern sects would try their best to interfere, which would be very troublesome.
Now that the two dragons are moving through the water, and an additional Nascent Soul cultivator has emerged in both the north and south, no one has any objections. The disaster-stricken areas burned by the fire dragon can be extinguished by the water dragon's massive waves.
People living along the river?
Who cares if they live or die?
The situation was somewhat better in the south, where a notice was issued instructing government departments at all levels to organize evacuations.
In the North, people are grateful if they can even get a word out. Most of the time, sects notify the dynasty, which then sends urgent messages to the border. By the time they arrive, wealthy merchants and nobles are the first to know and take advantage of the fact that no one knows and the roads are clear to travel ahead of time. What does it matter to them if the poor crowd on the official roads?
Traffic officials were all "ordered to evacuate," and no one cared about those who were stubbornly guarding their ancestral homes.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming's hair stood on end, and he stammered for a moment, "Master... Qingxi Town is also within the area... Does this kind of thing happen frequently?"
"Well, for ordinary people, such an event is probably only once every hundred years. After a few generations, people will have forgotten about it. But for cultivators, they naturally experience more as they live longer."
Who wouldn't want to save lives? But those who care least about human life are precisely the group of top human warriors.
The old Taoist priest lay on the recliner, leaving the back of his head for Zhong Ming to see, and looked to the other side with a complicated expression.
'It wasn't this complicated before; just two beasts and two swords.'
“Zhongming, remember this: when you are poor, you should cultivate your own virtue; when you are successful, you should help others. Do as much as you are capable of, and never be reckless.”