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Zhulong was both moved and saddened, exclaiming, "What a fine son of the dragon race!"

"Talk to them again, and ask for 15%!"

"This matter cannot be rushed; let me go see the First Emperor!"

This concerns the human race, so we must inform the First Emperor!

One-tenth of the fortune should be given to the First Emperor, one-tenth as compensation to the human race!

The Dragon Clan can obtain millions of strands of Great Dao Qi, which is enough to make them rich, extremely rich!

The Dragon King of the Jing River will naturally provide compensation as well!

The Jinghe River system will become the direct lineage of the dragon race...

Just as the two Western saints often said!

I'm not afraid of dying! I'm just afraid of dying and never having the chance to get rich!

The dragon race has nothing! A worthless life, but to fight for a thousand generations for their children and grandchildren, it's worth it for the Jing River Dragon King!

Zhulong immediately went to the ancestral land and met with the First Emperor.

Upon seeing Zhulong arrive, Li Yu knew his intentions and advised, "Just be careful to maintain a proper distance."

What? You want more rain so it won't flood Chang'an?

Go talk to Chang'an's drainage system!

Chang'an, the capital of the human race for generations? Its drainage system has been continuously strengthened and reinforced to its maximum capacity.

Seeing that the First Emperor did not object, Zhulong breathed a great sigh of relief and returned to the East Sea.

He instructed the Jinghe Dragon King to be careful and exercise restraint.

The Dragon King of the Jing River knew exactly what was going on.

Upon returning to the Jinghe River basin, they sought out the cultivator again to discuss obtaining an additional half of the Qi!

The rogue cultivator sighed, "Brother, ten percent is no small amount! There are hundreds of sects among us, and we're dividing the remaining ninety percent among ourselves. You're taking ten percent."

"I really can't give it to you!"

The Dragon King of the Jing River hurriedly explained, "This matter concerns the human race... The dragon race must offer ten percent in compensation to the human race, while the dragon race only needs half a percent..."

Upon hearing this, the rogue cultivator instantly broke out in a cold sweat. "So focused on setting up the calamity... I almost made a terrible mistake..."

If Chang'an were to be flooded, even a hundred deaths would not be enough to atone for it!

The rogue cultivator didn't even go back to discuss it, directly asserting, "That's how it should be, that's how it should be!"

After returning home, the rogue cultivator found his fellow cultivators and explained the situation.

The cultivators were also shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. "This is how it should be! This is how it should be!"

then!

A few days later.

The Dragon King of the Jing River transformed himself and entered Chang'an City.

Yuan Shoucheng was calculating fortunes as usual.

The Dragon King of the Jing River stepped forward provocatively, "Is this divination guaranteed to be accurate?"

Yuan Shoucheng smiled calmly, "If you believe it, it's true; if you don't believe it, it's not true."

"Ha! Let's make a bet then."

"What are we betting on?"

"The Qingming Festival is in half a month, and the higher-ups will issue an order to bring rain. Let's bet on how much rain it will bring!"

"I won. Get out of Chang'an!"

Yuan Shoucheng did some calculations with his fingers, chuckled, and said, "Clouds will gather at Chen hour, thunder will rumble at Si hour, rain will fall at Wu hour, and the rain will stop by Wei hour."

"A total of three feet three inches and forty-eight points of water were obtained."

"good!"

The Dragon King of the Jing River waved his sleeve and returned to the Jing River.

Half a month later.

The Qingming Festival has arrived.

As the saying goes, "It rains incessantly during the Qingming Festival."

It always rains around the time of Qingming Festival.

The Heavenly Court conferred titles upon the gods in eight parts.

The dragon race is not actually under the jurisdiction of the Water Department of the Eight Divisions.

The Dragon Clan created a special position called the Great Dragon God, which was held by Xuan Gui, Li Yu's direct disciple, and who ruled over the four seas!

Specialized in summoning clouds and rain!

Where it should rain, and how much rain, is all predetermined!

It's time for the rain to stop!

It is exactly: three feet three inches and forty-eight points.

The Dragon King of the Jing River remained unmoved upon seeing this.

Then, I secretly erased a dot, making it three feet three inches and forty-nine dots.

It will rain tomorrow!

Before the Jinghe Dragon King brought rain, he made a trip to Yingchoujian.

My nephew Ao Lie, he had a hard life, so I came to visit him one last time.

Princess Wansheng cheated on Ao Lie with a cuckold's horns. When Ao Lie went to her husband's house, he was beaten up by the adulterer.

This is so painful!

"Uncle, you've arrived."

"Nephew, you've suffered so much."

"Nephew, do not give up on yourself. You should cultivate diligently, and one day you will be able to achieve your wish."

I had a drink.

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, the Dragon King of the Jing River left Eagle's Sorrow Gorge and went to the skies above Chang'an.

It revealed its dragon form and began to swallow clouds and spit out mist, summoning clouds and rain!

The rain is falling, drizzling down!

Until it reached three feet three inches and forty-eight points.

Then, without a sound, a little more appeared!

Upon seeing this, Yuan Shoucheng's lips curled into a smile.

The grand plan is beginning to take shape!

A few days later!

The Dragon King of the Jing River sent too much water, and was reported to the Heavenly Court!

The Heavenly Court's Judicial Hall dispatched celestial beings to verify the matter.

After verification, it was found to be correct.

His dragon robe was stripped off on the spot, and he was immediately arrested.

The sentence is beheading.

The executioner was Wei Zheng!

This is just the beginning!

The Dragon King of the Jing River appeared in Li Shimin's dream that very night, pleading, "Your Majesty, for the sake of all these years you have brought rain to Chang'an, please, Your Majesty, save my life."

Li Shimin inquired about the cause and effect.

It just rained a little more?

I felt nothing!

Li Shimin agreed, "How can I save you?"

"Wei Zheng is an upright man, and he should be in charge of supervising the execution. We only hope that the emperor can hold Wei Zheng back and prevent him from coming."

"Without an executioner, the execution cannot be carried out..."

"When will the execution take place? I'll stall Wei Zheng for it."

"The day after tomorrow."

"good!"

Li Shimin made a promise.

The Dragon King of the Jing River appeared in a dream and departed!

The day after tomorrow will arrive.

Li Shimin summoned Wei Zheng early in the morning.

He sought out Wei Zheng to play chess.

Wei Zheng was playing chess, but he was somewhat distracted, because he had received a decree from the celestial gods in his dream.

Let Wei Zheng be in charge of overseeing the execution of the Jing River Dragon King!

Wei Zheng responded.

With the appointed time approaching, yet unable to go, Wei Zheng felt he would break his promise to the gods and immortals, and he was quite anxious!

"My dear minister, why are you so distracted?"

"Does he think my chess skills are too poor?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"Your Majesty's chess skills are superb."

"Okay, one more plate!"

Li Shimin and Wei Zheng won three games in a row!

Wei Zheng sighed inwardly, realizing he probably wouldn't be able to go.

Li Shimin realized that it was almost time and Wei Zheng wouldn't make it in time.

After playing so many games, I was exhausted and decided to end the game.

Invite Wei Zheng to visit.

Wei Zheng said he was a little sleepy and decided to rest for a while.

This was exactly what Li Shimin wanted!

Wei Zheng rested his head on his hand and fell asleep beside the chessboard.

Seeing this, Li Shimin felt confident that he had secured the position and had successfully stalled Wei Zheng!

at the same time.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in the void above Chang'an City.

The heavenly soldiers in charge of the execution were getting anxious as the appointed time approached and Wei Zheng had not yet arrived.

Missing the appointed time is a sin!

But if the executioner doesn't come, the execution cannot proceed!

Anxiously waiting.

Wei Zheng had a dream in which he felt light and dazed, and came to a sea of ​​clouds!

Several heavenly soldiers approached and greeted him, saying, "Divine Officer Wei."

It turns out that Wei Zheng himself had a divine position in the Heavenly Court!

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wei Zheng read out the decree of execution, "Execute!"

The cultivators responsible for orchestrating this calamity were all staring intently at the sea of ​​clouds in the void, extremely tense!

I wonder if it will be successful...

Click!

The Immortal Killing Sword falls!

The dragon's head was severed! The Jing River Dragon King showed no fear, but instead smiled with relief!

"I die! The dragons live! I die a worthy death!"

Just as the Jing River Dragon King was beheaded!

It was as if they had accomplished something.

The will of the Great Dao suddenly manifested: "Yuan Shoucheng's brilliant plan is selfless and altruistic, while the old dragon's clumsy scheme violates heavenly law!"

The cultivators, sensing the descent of the Great Dao's will, all showed excited expressions. "It's secure! This wave is in the bag! At least the Great Dao's will has appeared; we're bound to gain some fortune, as much as we can!"

Zhulong and Ao Run stared at the sea of ​​clouds in the void with complex expressions. "Bitter!"

And just then...

The will of the Great Dao suddenly descended again: "Wei Zheng slays a dragon in a dream!"

"What?"

"Has the Great Dao descended once more?"

In short: Two "achievements" were accomplished...

The cultivators' eyes were red with excitement. "It's a sure thing! We'll get at least 90%! At least 90 million strands of luck will be in our hands!"

however!

Even after the will of the Great Dao dissipated, it did not bring down any fortune!

Zhulong, Ao Run, and the other cultivators sat bolt upright. "It's not over yet? There's a third one?"

"Hiss! This ordeal... a hundred million strands of luck, doesn't that mean I'll collect the maximum?"

P.S.: Wei Zheng is the same person as Wei Zheng. The myth of slaying the dragon in a dream is quite interesting, so I wrote a bit more about it.