Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 105 Ten Years

This time, the red dragon slept very soundly.

It had a dream, a very serene dream, with only one side reflecting all things in heaven and earth—water.

The red dragon's body encircled the water that reflected all things in heaven and earth, and they remained silent.

After waiting for a long time, it poked its head out of the water.

There was no shadow.

"I want to see Yongning Continent now," Chilong whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the water began to flow.

This small body of water has surprisingly reflected the entire ecosystem of Yongningzhou.

With the help of the Watery Blue Pearl, Hunxie Qinggua suppressed the three fierce monsters and chased them all over the mountains and fields.

The prison wolf, who used to always mock the Golden Ape King for being brainless, is now being mocked by the Golden Ape King for being brainless.

"The boomerang is here," the red dragon sneered.

This scene leads to the new village at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain.

After the drought, this village is now having a lot of babies.

With a swipe of its claws, the scene was skipped entirely.

Then to Yongningzhou.

The main city of the human race in Yongning Continent is being rebuilt, located at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. Zhao Ying has been elected as the new city lord, with Tu Die assisting him.

Shan Jun immersed himself in a sea of ​​local chronicles, county chronicles, and city chronicles, turning the pages one by one.

"It was quite a hard job, but this meal of dragon meat wasn't a complete waste." The red dragon slid its claws again.

The image reflected on the water's surface shifted once more.

The camera focused on a cemetery.

The red dragon paused in its movements.

"After the drought ended, I haven't gone to see them yet—and I don't need to. They've always been in Zhongshan, right beside me."

The red dragon lost interest in watching any longer, and the water scene disintegrated.

In this void-like, pitch-black space, the Crimson Dragon remained silent for a long time.

It wanted to get out, but couldn't find a way.

Before I could even think, a shadow rose from the water's surface.

It has a dragon-like shape, with extremely long forepaws, almost one-fifth the length of its body, and two wings.

"Yinglong," Zhu Chi whispered.

If I remember correctly, Yinglong is in charge of water.

Further south, the area experiences more rainfall.

The shadow did not respond; its head was directly facing the red dragon, and its eyes no longer held the dazzling gold they had when they first met.

He was like a puppet.

Red Dragon suddenly remembered what the frog had said, a creation myth that was different from the mainstream of this world.

It waved its hand, dispelling the shadow.

"Water alone is not enough; we also need heaven and earth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the water that reflected everything suddenly began to evaporate.

The power of water rises upwards, intertwining with white clouds to form a blue sky.

"Where is the land? Where are the soil and rocks?" the red dragon asked, puzzled.

It waved again.

Heaven feeds water in return.

The earth was thus formed.

Soil and rocks grow on it, and life reappears.

At this point, the Crimson Dragon sensed something.

The dream shattered with a crash, and the sun and moon rose simultaneously over Zhongshan Mountain.

"Candle, you're awake?" Shan Jun had been waiting there for a long time.

She carefully read through the local chronicles, county chronicles, and city chronicles of Yongningzhou over three years.

They also helped train troops and maintain order in Yongningzhou.

Ten years have passed in a flash.

"Hmm." The red dragon shook its head and trembled its body.

The dust, fallen leaves, and pebbles that had accumulated on it fell off in a soft rustling sound.

"I've read through the history of Yongningzhou, and the frog wasn't lying."

"Although the detailed records have all been deleted, the people who wrote those city chronicles, county chronicles, and township chronicles have left gaps in history books."

The mountain lord rose up with the red dragon.

"That gap was when the dynasty rose to power."

"I scoured every historical record and pieced together the story of a single person. The founding emperor of the current dynasty was just an ordinary person who encountered a spiritual tide as he was about to die of old age—"

"I understand," the red dragon whispered.

In every world, historians are controlled.

If they want to write the true history, they won't be held accountable afterward.

This information will be recorded in other biographies, and later generations will need to find fragments in these biographies and piece them together bit by bit.

If it weren't for the long time span, it would have traveled directly along the river of time to see for itself.

"Thanks a lot."

"Is there still no movement from that thing in your spirit?"

The red dragon inquired.

"No, I think it's just missing a trigger, like you, it needs a life-or-death battle to sustain it." The mountain lord swayed its tail slightly.

"There's no way to do it in the short term. Yongning Continent still needs your care." The red dragon turned around, its figure gradually shrinking.

"You need me to look after you? What are you going to do?"

"In the Yunmeng Marsh, there are things my mother left me. The frogs are swimming upstream along the Luo River. I'm going to take the land route to see the humans of Yunxi Continent."

The red dragon's size is getting smaller and smaller.

Until it transformed from a giant dragon resembling a mountain into a small dragon ten feet long.

As the mountain lord watched it leave, its eyes flickered with a hint of reluctance, but the determination in its eyes quickly masked the sadness.

The red dragon descended the hillside.

It now has many followers.

But the only person it could truly care about, aside from the officials who planned the water intake point for Zhongshan, was the fat businessman in the new village.

Now he is old and about to die.

Red Dragon is going to take a look.

The vast landscape stretched for miles in an instant.

Three years of drought followed, and ten years later, Wen Shuyan was approaching sixty.

He built a thatched hut by the river at the entrance of the village.

Waiting day and night.

His family asked him what he was waiting for, but he didn't say anything and just waited quietly.

Sometimes, when Zhong Song got leave from the army and came home, he would sit with him by the river and wait.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what are you waiting for?" Zhong Sunxiang, the grandson of Wen Shuyan and the son of Zhong Song, came to the thatched hut by the river today and talked to him.

This is the grandson who passed the military trials in Xia'an City at the age of twelve and is about to enter the battlefield.

He is extremely promising and will be the one to succeed the Zhong family head in the future.

It was rare for Wen Shuyan to feel like speaking.

"I'm waiting for the Mountain God."

"My life belongs to the mountain god. If He doesn't take it, no one else dares to."

"Huh?" Zhong Sunxiang asked in surprise.

"Does that mean everyone in our village has to be killed by the mountain god?"

"What are you thinking? Why would the mountain god care about us mortals in our village?"

"I only had a brief encounter with Old Man Zhong and the Mountain God back then, and I did contribute to the drought relief efforts, which is why the Mountain God took notice of me and made me a believer."

"Xiang'er, you must remember this mountain god. He doesn't care about anything else. With your abilities, as long as you are an honest person and do things uprightly, you will eventually catch his eye."

After speaking in one breath, Wen Shuyan was inevitably a little out of breath.

He propped himself up with his cane, wanting to get a drink of water.

Zhong Sunxiang quickly got up to fetch water.

But the once-rushing river suddenly stopped flowing.

The red dragon raised its head from the water.

Zhong Sunxiang was so startled that he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.

"Speak, Wen Shuyan," the Crimson Dragon called out in a deep voice.

"Mountain God." Wen Shuyan tried to kneel down, but was gently lifted up by a gust of wind.

He leaned on his cane and walked forward unsteadily.

His lips moved for a long time, but he only managed to utter two sentences.

"This is my grandson, Zhong Sunxiang. He is twelve years old and has already passed the military trials in Xia'an City."

"I'm going to join the army soon."

Chi Long nodded, his gaze falling on the boy behind him.

Next, Wen Shuyan didn't speak, but simply placed his hands on his cane and tried to raise his head.

Quietly watching the red dragon.

A long time passed.

The red dragon turned and disappeared into the water, heading straight for Yunxi Continent with the current.

Zhong Sunxiang rushed forward to check on his grandfather's condition.

His heart had stopped beating.

Sorrow arises from the heart.

The boy picked up the old man's body and carried him back to the village, step by step.