After dressing up as a woman, I was mistakenly married by the Mozun

Stars fell on the plains, and the muddy yellow river surged like an endless giant beast.It swept across the open fields and the towns row upon row.

The houses along the river were washed tottering, the interior of the entire house was soaked, and there were still traces of yellow river water on the walls.The homeless woman cried bitterly amidst the ruins with her baby in her arms.

There are countless utensils and items floating in the river, although most of them are just some cheap household items, but the sudden loss of them is a great burden for ordinary people.A reluctant man tied a rope around his waist and tied it to a tree, trying to grab something back from this natural disaster.

But although the flow rate of the river has slowed down, the river condition has become more dangerous.In addition, the muddy river water made it impossible to see the river situation clearly, so they could only use bamboo poles to test a little bit. A few brave young people went down the river tentatively. They were all pulled down, their heads bobbing up and down on the water surface, and the ropes binding their bodies were stretched so tightly that they were about to break.

A group of people flocked up to grab the other end of the rope, but the river was so strong that once the mud got stuck, it was extremely difficult to pull out.The rope tied around the young man's waist was soaked in water, but it became tighter and tighter.However, the inability to stand made the young man's head almost sink under the water, and he was about to drown in the river.

The woman on the shore cried out, she had already lost all her family property, and seeing that she was about to lose her son again, a burst of incomparable despair enveloped her heart.The young man's sinking head was still, and he was buried face down under the river.The woman's mind collapsed, and she slammed into the bricks on the river bank.

At this moment, several silver lights streaked across the sky.Before everyone could blink, a ray of silver light had already swept across the river, and the young man who was unable to be pulled by the people before was fished out.

On the other side, the woman who hit the wall tilted her body and hit nothing.Before he could raise his head in time, he could only see a piece of snow-white clothes passing by in his field of vision, so clean that it was not stained with a trace of dust.

The mud-covered young man was placed on the river bank. The stranger in a white robe pressed his chest and abdomen and squeezed a few tricks that made people dazzled. The young man suddenly coughed and tilted his head. Spit out a lot of river water.Seeing that he came back to life, the woman rushed over crying loudly.

But the people who came back from the dead could not alleviate their pain. The sudden floods ransacked their houses and fields, which meant that they would not have enough to eat from now on, and they would become refugees and flow to other places.

No one dared to go into the water to fish for utensils, but a strong sense of mourning permeated the group of victims.

Those youths in white clothes who saved lives were disciples of the Nine Immortals Sect.The flood broke out suddenly, and the Nine Immortals faction was a little further away, and a few of them who happened to be on a mission nearby rushed over immediately.

But in a huge Gudu Prefecture, the Gujiang River passes through the entire city, and countless houses were affected by the disaster.Before they landed, they could already clearly see the yellow Gu River destroying most of the city.

This was originally a land where everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the city was quite prosperous on weekdays.But it turned upside down overnight.

The disciples of the Nine Immortals Sect came one after another, but although there were many people in the Nine Immortals Sect, they were only a drop in the bucket compared to the previous Gudu Prefecture.I can't take care of it at all.

The victims knelt on the ground, facing the destroyed homes, crying and wailing, which made people unbearable to hear.

A woman wept bitterly holding the few remaining bowls. Suddenly, she thought of something.She raised her head and stared fixedly at the disciples of the Nine Immortals Sect. After a few seconds, she suddenly shouted as if she understood something: "God punished us like this... Is it because we lost the saint... ..."

After she finished speaking, she lay down on the ground and burst into tears.

When the people around heard this sentence, they all echoed and cried: "Last year was a drought, and today we are flooded... The saint will not protect us..."

"This flood must be because we don't have a saint!"

"Why doesn't the saint come to our place? Where is her old man now, woo woo woo!"

"Oh, my old man... why did you just leave without doing anything bad... the saint will not bless you..."

People were panicked, and the woman's statement quickly caused an uproar.Under this natural disaster, people quickly blamed it on their lack of a saint.Dissuasion from others is not to be listened to.

The disciples of the Nine Immortals sect were so busy racing against time to save lives that they had no time to dissuade the spread of this theory.But people's hearts are unstable, and it is easier for people to believe in this kind of destiny.

Such emotions quickly spread among the victims, and the scope became wider and wider. In the end, even the government servants and state officials who rushed over were touched by such a shocking natural disaster. The protection of "female".

By the time the disciples of the Nine Immortals Sect completed the preliminary disaster relief and returned to the sect to report, the voices of the common people praying for the presence of the saint had already reached the Nine Immortals Sect.

In the main hall of the Nine Immortals Sect, the Immortal Venerable sighed.After a while, he asked, "Is there still no movement in the fairy saucer?"

Standing beside Xianzun was a slender disciple, his tone was indifferent and completely calm: "Not yet."

No matter how much the world begs, the fairy saucer that symbolizes the saint sent by the gods has never been lit up again.

Xianzun closed his eyelashes and fell into deep thought.

After a while, the slightly trembling eyelashes suddenly opened.From the Xianzun seat, a white figure appeared outside the gate of the main hall.His discipleship can be seen from his disciple robe and the broom he is waving in his hand.

But maybe because of his younger age, his figure looks slimmer than the other disciples.

Bai Yuxiu, the disciple beside Xianzun, frowned as he looked at the few unruly young disciples who were fighting outside the hall.

But Xianzun raised his hand and pointed lightly, with a smile on his lips: "That's the child."

Tang Du never imagined that he just couldn't help but fight with his opponent for a while at the gate of the main hall that day, and he would face the next fate.

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half moon.

The disaster victims in Gudu Prefecture are being resettled urgently.Manpower is indispensable for the reconstruction of Gudu Prefecture. It is not a solution to turn the victims into refugees and leave their hometowns for other states.But half a month can't change much, Gudu Prefecture is still a messy scene.

In the resettlement center for the victims, people stared blankly at the formerly bustling state city, with pessimistic mood hanging over their hearts.When the government came to recruit people, some people even pessimistically thought that "natural disasters continue, even if we build it, we will not be destroyed..."

Just when everyone was pessimistic and hopeless, and the entire city was dead...a news that shocked everyone suddenly came...

The saint appeared!

Ten years later, the saint reappeared. She is the messenger between the gods and the mortal world, and she will protect everyone on the earth without distinction.

When the saint appeared in Gudu Prefecture, the disaster victims in the city proved this fact with their own eyes: the saint did not abandon them, and the saint really reappeared.

The saint is dressed in white with fluttering sleeves.Even with a veil, you can feel that there is a beautiful face under the veil. Wherever "she" looked, everyone's hearts were strangely calmed down.

I don't know who took the lead first, people knelt on the ground and kowtowed, asking for the protection of the saint.

After the appearance of the saint, the city of Zhou was revitalized.People believed that they were once again protected by the saint, and began to rebuild their homes in full swing.

When people's lives got back on track, they became more active in inquiring about the new saint.

Although the elders of the Nine Immortals Sect were in charge of picking up the saintesses in the past, this time it was unexpected that this saintess was actually from the Nine Immortals Sect.I don't know if it was because of the immortal energy of the Nine Immortals School that it was so late to find the saint.

For ordinary people, Nine Immortals School is a place that everyone knows, but few people can fully understand.So when talking about these things, they unconsciously took on a mysterious and bizarre tone.

But also because of this, many people began to yearn for cultivating immortals.So for the next three years, the annual enrollment of Nine Immortals School was full of people.

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Title: "When I Woke Up, My Object Became My Sponsor"

Copywriting: In the previous life, Lan Lingjun relied on his status as the young lord to keep He Qingzhe, the queen of the guilty minister, in the houfu.

It's just that the two have very different personalities, Lan Ling is domineering and has well-developed limbs, while He Qingzhe is cold and reticent

Every time they quarreled, Lord Lan Xiaohou would always slap the table and domineeringly: "You are in my care!"

Who would have thought that upon waking up, Lan Lingjun would become a 38-line starlet?

As for He Qingzhe, he became his benefactor.

Lan Xiaohou was downcast: It's over, I dare not quarrel with him again. 】