Wanbao Lady

Chapter 391 Water Disaster

Time flies, twenty years have passed.

The capital of Guangning Prefecture.

The prison of the Demon Suppression Division.

"Hurry up, clean this place up and get rid of the musty smell, or the nobleman will be upset tomorrow."

The prison boss had one hand behind his back and was pointing with one finger. Two jailers followed behind him, nodding and bowing from time to time.

"Yes Yes Yes."

One of the jailers, while sweeping the floor, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss, what kind of distinguished person is this? Why does he have to come to our prison in person to pick up someone?"

Hearing this, the jailer pointed a finger above his head and said in a pretentious manner: "Isn't the person from Lingzhou a noble? That's why I asked you to clean up well. If you do something wrong and offend the noble, we will all be in trouble!"

"Huh, are you from Lingzhou?" The two jailers suddenly widened their eyes and raised their voices a little.

But he immediately realized his mistake and shut his mouth.

The other person couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked in a low voice, "Boss, who are you talking about?"

The jailer turned around and looked around. Seeing that the prisoners in the cell seemed to be minding their own business but were actually secretly listening, he couldn't help but snort and chuckled, then slapped the person next to him on the head.

"Don't meddle in things you shouldn't ask about!"

The jailer rubbed his head, smiled awkwardly and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I overstepped my bounds."

However, he didn't notice that his own prison boss inadvertently looked towards a cell and then turned and left.

In the cell, the middle-aged Taoist priest with a mustache who was meditating with his eyes closed moved his fingers slightly and then returned to calm.

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The next day.

A man wearing a dark blue short robe with narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color with cuffs, and a metal badge hanging around his waist, walked into the prison with an upright posture and a dignified demeanor, accompanied by two detectives from the Demon Suppression Bureau and jailers.

"My lord, please come this way."

The jailer respectfully led the way, turning many corners, and finally stopped in front of a cell. "Sir, Gongshu Ming is inside."

After saying this, he retreated respectfully.

Inside the cell, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a mustache, wearing a thin prison uniform, sat with his eyes closed, as if he was oblivious to the outside world.

The man looked the man up and down and nodded secretly.

"It's a pity for a person who has mastered Feng Shui and formation in the Heavenly Man Stage to stay in such a small prison."

The man said calmly.

Hearing this, Gongshu Ming, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. He looked around casually and took in the figure of the young man outside the cell.

When he saw the metal token on the other person's waist, he couldn't help but pause slightly.

There was a swirling cloud pattern carved on it, and above the cloud pattern, there seemed to be a mighty Qilin being held up.

Gongshu Ming's eyes flickered, and then he looked away as if nothing had happened.

The young man in front of him said, "I'll give you two choices. One, follow me and use what you've learned to atone for your crime; two, stay in prison until the 100-year deadline comes."

Hearing this, Gongshu Ming slowly stood up, bowed, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "May I ask this lord, if merits are used to atone for sins, where should I apply what I have learned?"

There was silence for a while.

Just when Gongshu Ming thought that the other party would not answer, he saw the young man lower his eyes slightly, and then said firmly: "Of course it is used for the right way."

After he finished speaking, there was silence for two breaths, but Gongshu Ming smiled slightly and said, "Then please lead the way, sir."

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Two months later.

Yudu Mountain.

The mist and rain are hazy, and the secluded hills are covered with fresh green.

After a new rain.

On the roof, the ridge beast shook its head and shook its body to shake off the rain on its body. It lay on the roof, opened its big eyes and looked curiously at the jacaranda tree below.

But under the jacaranda tree with strong branches and towering roof, a man and a woman were playing chess with each other.

There was no rain under the trees, and the air was filled with the lingering scent of grass and flowers, as well as the slight coolness after the rain.

"Hey, the rain has stopped!"

Meng Baisheng, dressed in pure white, with white clothes, white hair, white beard and white eyebrows, looked up at the sky with a slight smile in his eyes.

But I heard the crisp sound of chess pieces falling and a gentle female voice like a spring breeze.

"Master Meng, you lost this round again."

Hearing this, the old man immediately looked down, looked for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "This round doesn't count! This round doesn't count! Let's try again!"

However, the woman slowly shook her head and said meaningfully, "If you are not determined, how can you win even if you play a thousand games?"

Ever since the Battle of Pingjiang, this great master Dongxu has shown up from time to time to make himself known in Yudushan.

At first, it was in the name of discussing the art of refining weapons, but Chong Fan was not a traditional weapon refiner, so every time the issue of techniques came up, he would just brush it off by saying that it was a special inheritance and it was inconvenient to tell him.

But as a time traveler, he had many wonderful ideas in his mind, and he heard the other party nodding repeatedly.

However, when it came to discussing cultivation and techniques, both sides had unique insights.

Over time, we became friends.

Hearing this, the smile on Meng Baisheng's face faded slightly, and finally he looked at the sky and sighed.

"The northern barbarians are in turmoil, and heavy rains are pouring down in Yongzhou and Shuozhou, and rivers are swollen. Especially in Yongzhou, the spiritual energy is disordered, and the people are living in misery. Brother, as the garrison commander of the Anbei Army, made a mistake due to carelessness. Although he is trying his best to make up for it now, he will be held accountable by the court in the future. As your brother, I am also a citizen of the Great Zhou, how can I not be worried?"

Hearing this, Chongfan couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.

"I heard about the plight of these two states more than a month ago, and the imperial court immediately sent people to take charge of them. Why hasn't the situation improved yet?"

Yongzhou and Shuozhou were both states in the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, bordering the northern barbarian tribes in the upper part and Laizhou in the east.

Most of it is vast grassland, but there are also plains and hilly areas.

Therefore, some of the people there make a living by grazing, while others still carry out traditional farming like in the south.

Since it is located on the border, according to convention, it is naturally necessary to have a royal palace priest in the Dongxu period to serve as a guard.

Coincidentally, it was Meng Baisheng's senior brother.

The two states had been struck by this disaster, and the court had thought that it would be resolved quickly as usual. But it has dragged on until now.

Meng Baisheng sighed deeply, "Listen to what my senior brother said, the rain stopped and fell again, the river fell and swelled again. In addition, the Northern Barbarians' spies destroyed the northern defense formation, causing the spiritual energy to become disordered. As a result, it is like a chronic disease, so it has not been healed for a long time!"

Is it really so?

The local astronomical phenomena are really strange.

"Do you know what caused this celestial phenomenon?"

Hearing this, Meng Baisheng shook his head, "I don't know either! But I do guess that it is related to the Northern Barbarian Land. Most of the rivers in the two states flow from the upper reaches of the northern land, and they frequently flood. There must be something strange going on."

Having said that, Meng Baisheng paused slightly, frowned slightly, and seemed to have a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Hearing this, the map of the Great Zhou suddenly appeared in Chongfan's mind.

I couldn't help but nodded.

Indeed, most of the rivers in Yong and Shuo states come from the north, flow south through Ling and Ying states, and finally flow into the sea.

If there is a problem with the water system there, the source is likely to be upstream.

Just because of the spy incident, the Great Zhou and the northern barbarian tribes must have been on the verge of a war.

In this case, sending people to the other party's territory to check the source is, in one word: difficult!

Just at this time, Sun Yue came to report.

"My lady, an envoy from the imperial court has arrived."