Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

Then a series of tasks and strategies were arranged. Qianlu Taoist and his men had already mastered the layout and execution process.

In less than a day,

The candidates for the water god and various creatures and water monsters selected from the surrounding water systems have been fully prepared and everyone is ready.

Taoist Qianlu calmly gave the order: "Let these laymen fear the consequences of offending the gods."

"Understood!" The new water god immediately accepted the order, put on armor, carried weapons, and led hundreds of monsters and water fairies to drive the waves towards the river bank.

In the distance, the entire Huai River was surging and turbulent.

The river was covered with dark clouds and the waves were surging down.

Countless water monsters and elves rolled in wave after wave, mighty and powerful. The new god of water led them, rushing towards Linhuan Pass and swallowing up everything.

If the gods are not angry, it will be difficult for mortals to appreciate the grace of the gods.

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As dusk approached, Linhuan Pass became busy.

The news that Shi Dadan was the god of water spread to the area within ten miles, and villagers from neighboring villages began to arrive one after another.

After several days of confirming this identity, Shi Dadan was convinced that he had truly obtained this sacred title. Just like a blessing coming, he could naturally understand the flow of water, how to rain, how to control the flow of water, and even the direction of the water veins. The magic power he obtained came from the accumulation of copper incense.

As long as he is worshipped by the villagers, he can be called the god of water; if not, he is still an ordinary mortal.

After understanding this crucial principle, he immediately began his work, irrigating crops where needed, digging wells, clearing rivers and roads, and demonstrating incredible divine power for the villagers to see.

Groups of common people witnessed his transformation from being ordinary to possessing supernatural powers, and gradually built up their respect and recognition for him, viewing him as the true god of water.

At this moment, the actions of this powerful being who was regarded as the Godhead of Water were very different from what everyone had witnessed before.

It seems...he is still the fearless man he was back then!

After a few days, some people have gradually accepted the fact of this change. However, on a larger scale, the hearts of the people are still full of vigilance and doubt.

In their minds, that god is the supreme being, but now he acts in this way. Can this transformation really be carried out smoothly?

They had long been accustomed to having a majestic water god standing high above them and commanding everything. Once they lost this huge support, they felt that they had no sense of security in their hearts and found it difficult to get used to this sudden emptiness.

The children who were alone became even happier.

Most mornings and evenings, a small group of three or five people would gather in the woods south of the city and linger for a long time. Some people who were worried about their parents’ safety chose to follow and observe, and the incomprehensible marks exposed on the dense bark caught their attention - circles, stick-shaped patterns and several funny-looking animals.

Dozens of children were sitting on seats made of tree bark, concentrating on following the immortal master as he recited words aloud, shaking their heads and wagging their tails.

Wen Zhong, who was sitting next to him in the same posture, also sat upright. His golden fan automatically floated away from his body in the air and pointed at the words painted on the bark.

“1+1…”

Its voice mingled with the noise of the children:

“It’s equal to two!”

"God, God," a little boy raised his hand and said, "Why is '1 + 1' equal to two and not three or something else?"

There was another little head nearby asking a question: "So what is '1 + 1' equal to?"

In response to this, Wen Zhong could only smile bitterly:

Is ''1 + 1' really only equal to 2?

He turned his gaze towards the senior brother who was sitting leisurely in a rocking chair not far away, and finally understood why this senior brother did not teach in person - facing these questions was really tricky and difficult.

It was the same time when the red sun set in the west, and the sky was dyed with gorgeous clouds. Suddenly, the wide waters of the Huai River stirred up huge waves. The noise of shouting and killing and the collision of metals intertwined and echoed with each other...

Faintly visible, a group of river spirits and water monsters holding sharp weapons and with strange bodies are surging towards the pass near the defense line, led by the surging waves.

The people were instantly panicked, their faces as pale as paper. "The water god has appeared!" screams echoed everywhere, and the entire nearby area fell into a chaotic atmosphere.

Many villagers fled in a hurry, some even prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowed and begged: "Water God, please calm down, calm down."

"Please forgive me, God of Water. This has nothing to do with me!"

The tender cries of children also echo in this chaotic world, calling for the embrace of motherly love and protection.

Jiang Ziya slowly stood up and glanced at his old friend beside him.

The reclining chair was still swaying slowly. After letting out a long breath, he silently said something in his heart. Then a breeze came, carrying a sleeping animal, Dang Kang, and quickly ran towards the river, finally bringing it to the Huai River.

I saw the waves on the Huaihe River rolling and surging, with a strong fishy smell coming straight to my nose, and countless water elves and monsters were swaying wildly on the surface of the waves, like ferocious beasts waiting for predators.

Jiang Ziya took a deep breath and held the handle of the fan tightly in his hand.

Originally, he didn't want to let things get to this point. However, these water monsters seemed to have chosen this moment to show their existence and power.

When looking from a distance, a man in dark green armor can be seen in the huge waves forming on the river. He stands in the center of the waves, and his face is dark blue, just like the dark blue of the deep sea.

His hair is bright red like flames, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, giving people a strong sense of deterrence.

He held a strange-shaped knife made of coral, which shone with a sharp cold light. His whole body was shrouded in ** water mist.

This is the new "Water God" appointed by the upper world. The immortal mentioned before, "The current task is to fully demonstrate one's own power", leaving a deep impression in the hearts of these residents.

The Huai River was shrouded in mist and clouds. Several Taoist friends were standing above the clouds, overlooking the scene below.

The new water god understood that this was a challenge to his own limits.

If he didn't show his excellence, he might have to give up this honorable position. So he had to do his best.

He took a deep breath and waved his fingers lightly towards the distance. Instantly, a huge tide emerged, gathering into a giant wall of tens of meters high, rushing straight towards the nearby defense line.

The shocking scene was played out in front of everyone, as if the entire universe was trembling because of it.

This huge wall will break away from the original river channel, invade the boundaries of the river bank, and swallow up the towns, villages and fields along the coast like a ruthless dawn.

The ordinary human world will also be drowned in the hoarseness of grief and despair, allowing all who witness this to truly experience the power and wrath of the water god.

Only such cruel experiences could make these lowly people realize the duty of reverence and loyalty to offer sacrifices.

indeed!

The people nearby all cried out loudly, and the air was filled with sorrowful cries. Everyone seemed disheartened, and fell to the ground, begging to the void: "Mountain God, please calm down... Mountain God, please forgive me..."

Others shouted: "This has nothing to do with us... It has nothing to do with us at all."

The new mountain god snorted coldly. He did not expect that establishing authority among the people in this world would be easier and smoother than he had expected. Just as he was feeling so emotional, a cold roar came into his ears, "If the way in heaven is not feasible, then abandon it. If it is not feasible to walk on the ground, then move forward. But you have to break into my world."

These words were like thunder, shaking the soul.

Then, a dignified young man suddenly appeared in front of him, riding an unimaginably huge fat pig, rushing towards him from a distance.

The fat pig was more than 15 cm long, about 9 feet tall, and had a dark green color all over its body. Its two thick ears stood out. The most notable thing was the two pairs of fangs in its mouth, which seemed to be made of ivory and were exposed.

What a magnificent pig!

The mountain god of the new world's eyes flashed and he stared at the young man. Just when he was about to ask about the man's origins, he saw the man holding a golden feather fan and waving it vigorously at him.

"call--"

A stream of hot, deep red flame spurted out and condensed in the air into a huge sun that was almost a thousand feet wide.

With just a flap of its wings, countless blazing flames surged forward, and the scorching fire waves easily evaporated all the flood waves that were hundreds of meters high.

Reckless...I couldn't avoid it!

After the new mountain god cried out in his heart, he was also burned by the blazing fire. He was then wrapped up in it along with a group of mountain spirits and water monsters. After struggling for a few times, he finally fell into the water.

When his figure reappeared from the water, he had transformed into a fish with a dark green dorsal fin with its belly turned upside down. Its spine and head were like black islands floating in the air, emitting a strong and rich burnt smell.

"That fan... could it be a top-grade spiritual treasure?"

There was an unconcealable shock in Master Qianlu's eyes.

"No doubt about it." The yellow-robed Taoist beside him nodded, his eyes fixed on the direction of the golden feather fan in Wen Zhong's hand, his greed clearly revealed: "It's a waste for such a magic weapon to fall into the hands of a mysterious immortal."

"do not do that!"

Qianlu Zhenren's anxious voice sounded: "This person's background seems to be not to be ignored. Let us first report it clearly to the elders, and then formulate a response plan."

The Taoist in golden clothes said in a dissatisfied tone: "He is just a small immortal. Why don't we catch him first? I'm afraid it will be difficult to pry his details out of his mouth."

The middle-aged Taoist priest standing beside him also joined the conversation: "No matter how complicated his origins are, could it be that our three Daluo Immortals would be frightened away by such an insignificant Xuanxian? More importantly, the respected elder sent us to investigate **. If we go back and report like this, it may not be conducive to explanation."