Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1879 Help Dayu to deal with the mobs

Zhang Yan used magic to restore all the houses that had collapsed on the ground.

And a natural barrier was set up in the city to prevent the city from being flooded again when the next heavy rain falls.

Then Zhang Yan rushed to the Yellow River and tried to build a protective barrier to prevent floods from destroying crops.

This is a middle-aged man watching Zhang Yan cast a spell.

The middle-aged man was in ragged clothes and had large and small bruises on his knees from the fall.

But when he looked at Zhang Yan, his eyes were full of admiration and surprise.

Zhang Yan managed to finish and turned around just in time to see the man looking at him.

Zhang Yan tilted his head slightly, feeling strange that he had no impression of the man in front of him.

Just when Zhang Yan was about to leave, the man walked over to Zhang Yan and grabbed Zhang Yan's sleeve.

After seeing Zhang Yan stop advancing, the man quickly took a step back and handed over his luggage to Zhang Yan.

After this series of actions, Zhang Yan did not feel disgusted by the man's reckless behavior. Instead, he became curious about what the man wanted to say to him.

The middle-aged man said to Zhang Yan politely.

"Shangxian, please help us!"

"We have been suffering from heavy rains for more than ten days in a row. The floods rushed up the embankment and destroyed all the crops in our area."

"Because of this endless flood, the people have been destroyed and displaced. It is not easy to survive and save a life."

"I just stopped the Immortal because I saw how powerful the Immortal was in casting a spell just now, and I want to get the Immortal's guidance."

The man spoke sincerely, and what he said between the lines was for the well-being of the people in the city.

Zhang Yan certainly understands their anxious mood, but Zhang Yan has no way to truly teach this man his skills.

Let’s not talk about whether he has the qualifications to cultivate immortality, but after Zhang Yan has practiced for so many years, Zhang Yan himself knows that it is not easy to achieve this state, and the acquisition of skills does not happen in an instant. Zhang Yan could use magic in secret to help the human race survive the flood, but there was no way to teach the man in front of him the magic.

So Zhang Yan politely rejected the man's request.

"Sorry, I don't accept disciples."

The man saw Zhang Yan and shook his head, rejecting his request.

The man's hope was dashed in an instant, and his face immediately lost its luster.

From the corner of his eye, Zhang Yan saw the large and small wounds hanging on the man's body.

Still sighed.

Although the human race is in a difficult situation now, he will still help if he can. Zhang Yan still cannot do some things that violate the laws.

Zhang Yan helped the man up and asked him his name and where he lived.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

Although Zhang Yan cannot teach men spells, he can tell them basic self-rescue methods to prevent floods, allowing him to help many people save their lives when floods come.

In this way, some human sacrifices can be reduced when floods come.

"My name is Dayu, and my home is in the northwest."

The man answered Zhang Yan truthfully.

what!
  "You said your name is Dayu?"

Zhang Yan looked at the unrecognizable man in front of him who had been tortured by the flood.

Zhang Yan calculated the time and found that it happened to be the period of Emperor Yao.

No wonder Dayu appears here!
  (End of this chapter)