Self-cultivation of Dragon Palace disciples

Pat, clack...

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and soon joined together, and it became a downpour in an instant.

On the muddy path, the village elder, Hu Zi, and Er Niu wore bamboo hats and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

This is a dirt road next to the river, and it is also the only road leading to Shangtou Village.

Huzi looked up at the sky, but there was not a ray of sunshine in the sky covered by dark clouds.

He looked at the village elder who was walking hard beside him, and quickly reached out to support his arm, "Village elder, let's go back, it's raining too much!"

Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, the clothes on his body were already wet.

They went out early and didn't wear coir raincoats. Huzi was worried that the village elder's old body would not be able to bear the heavy rain.

The village elder is not an ignorant person, he looked at the dark cloud-covered sky, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go back first."

With such a heavy rain, this road is not easy to walk, and he is worried that there will be accidents.

But he wasn't worried about the accidents of the two young men around him, but his old bones!

The ground was too slippery, and if he accidentally slipped and fell, his old bones would not be able to withstand the fall.

Seeing the heavy rain, Huzi wanted to go back a long time ago. When he heard that the village elders were united, he was overjoyed.

Looking at the speed at which the two of them were catching up, how could they still look as hard as they did just now?

Feng Ning quietly revealed a small part of his head from the surface of the river, and looked at the figures of the three leaving with disdain, especially Hu Zi and Er Niu.

It wasn't until the figure of the village elder and the two of them disappeared from sight that he slowly turned his gaze to the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky are layer upon layer, as thick as a wall.

Feng Ning could feel that this dark cloud seemed unusual, but he knew too little about this world, so he wasn't sure if his feeling was correct.

After thinking about it, Feng Ning sank down again and went back to the bottom of the river to practice.

Although the level of Jiulongjue cannot be improved, it will not be affected by the practice of increasing mana.

Before finding a way to improve your skill level, enhancing your own strength is the most important thing.

He wants to become a handsome and powerful dragon.

Feng Ning dived back into the water and continued to practice, half a month passed quickly.

The rain is still falling.

For half a month, Feng Ning felt more irritable every day.

From the day it rained, the torrential rain continued for fifteen days, and the sky was still dark, with the dark clouds showing no signs of dissipating.

Ever since becoming a dragon, Feng Ning's perception and attitude towards water and wind have undergone tremendous changes. He can keenly sense the movement of wind and water, and he also likes playing in water and blowing wind very much.

He could feel this change himself, because every time it was windy and rainy, every part of his body would become active.

But this rainstorm is different now, it only brings depression and irritability to Feng Ning!

Feng Ning poked out the dragon's head from the river, looking at the dark clouds above his head with a pair of dragon eyes.

Feng Ning was surprised to find that when he was staring intently at the dark cloud above his head, he could easily see through everything inside the dark cloud!

In the dark clouds, besides the clouds and mist, there is also an unknown black airflow. This black airflow is twisted and twisted layer by layer, forming a huge vortex in the sky.

"Perhaps this thing is the source of this heavy rain." Feng Ning stared at the dark cloud and secretly thought, a doubt flashed in the dragon's eyes, is this thing formed naturally, or is there other possibility?

Although Feng Ning was curious, he was cautious and did not fly into the sky to investigate.

It is said that curiosity killed the cat, and it may even kill the dragon!

Feng Ning is very clear that he is a treasure, what if someone finds out that he has a cramp?

Although the heavy rain made him very irritable, he still endured the discomfort and continued to turn back to the bottom of the river.

The surrounding water seemed to feel his anger, the river became faintly turbulent, and huge waves began to invade the river bank.

After Feng Ning returned to the bottom of the river, he still felt that restlessness in his heart that could not be vented, which made him have no intention of practicing at all.

After thinking about it, it might be the strange rain.

Someone is going to kill the dragon! ?

Feng Ning felt that someone was trying to harm him, so he made a quick decision and went straight into the Crystal Palace.

Back at the Crystal Palace, Feng Ning's originally irritable mood immediately calmed down, although his master Donghai Dragon King was just a ruthless repeater.

"Dragon Palace spells, mysterious and profound~"

Feng Ning directly ignored this sentence, and fell into deep thought while looking at the skill panel.

Only one of the nine skills is on, and it cannot be upgraded.The second skill of calling the wind and calling the rain requires the level of Jiulong Jue to be level [-].

This is an endless loop.

After closing the skill panel, Feng Ning continued to practice.

There is no meditation skill here to light up and add blue, and practice to increase mana is the kingly way.

He didn't want to be unable to use his skills because of insufficient mana in the future.

Feng Ning hid in the Crystal Palace and continued to practice.

But the torrential rain outside still continued.

Three months have passed.

The torrential rain is still continuing. For ordinary people, this torrential rain is a natural disaster, which has brought them huge disasters.

The embankment has already been submerged, flooding the countryside.

Lin Qiaosheng, magistrate of Zhiyuan County, was no longer as indifferent as before. He was pale, with bags under his eyes, and mentally depressed.

On the third day after the rainstorm just started, he ordered his officers to investigate the situation of the embankment, and also sent people to reinforce the embankment, just in case.

But as the torrential rain continued for longer and longer days, even if he ordered people to strengthen the embankment, it still couldn't stop the raging flood.

Now that it has been raining heavily for three months, the surrounding counties have long been submerged by floods. Even the county seat of Zhiyuan County where he is located, the waterline has reached knees at this time.

If this continues, Zhiyuan County will be flooded like the surrounding villages.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps from far to near, and a tall young man in a soap suit with a knife at his waist strode in.

The young man's whole body had already been drenched by rain, and when he walked in, there was dripping rain, leaving a clearly visible water stain behind him.

After seeing the haggard Lin Qiaosheng, he cupped his hands and said, "My lord, everyone around who can be saved has been saved, and those who cannot be saved have been washed away..."

Lin Qiaosheng sighed deeply when he heard the words, and asked, "Are those villagers resettled?"

Fang Lin nodded and said, "It has been placed in the Temple of the City God."

"That's good." Lin Qiaosheng sat on the chair tiredly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he stared blankly at the pouring rain outside the door, calmed down for a while, and Lin Qiaosheng asked hoarsely, "Has Master Zhang of Yingyuan Mansion not found a solution yet?"

Fang Lin shook his head helplessly: "I heard that Palace Master Zhang reported to the court a few days ago, and the court has sent an expert over here."

Lin Qiaosheng's weary eyes lighted up slightly when he heard an expert coming, and he quickly said, "Did you say when those people will come?"