Feng Bingwen's thoughts were still attached to the white dragon image in the clouds. He looked down at the rain-covered land below and was still thinking to himself. However, the old man's worried shout came from beside him.
With his thoughts turning around, Feng Bingwen looked around him. In the violent rain, three hazy figures entered his courtyard. Along with the oil lamps that looked extremely dim in the night, it added a bit of terror.
Naturally, Feng Bingwen could not be frightened by such a battle. He had driven away all the demons and ghosts in this area. He saw through the rain curtain at a glance and saw that the man's hem was soaked by the rain, but he still stubbornly carried it.
Oil lamp, accompanied by two long-term workers, came to find him.
"Grandpa, why are you here? It's raining so heavily. Why are you running out? Don't get wet and catch a cold."
Feng Bingwen had a look of surprise on his face, and he moved to prepare to go out.
"You haven't slept yet. It's raining so hard that you can't sleep. Don't come out. The rain is too heavy and you'll be wet in a while. I'll come in."
Seeing that Feng Bingwen seemed to be preparing to come out, the old man who came looking for him with a lantern quickly stopped him. After saying that, he entered under the eaves of Feng Bingwen's house. Seeing that Feng Bingwen was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay."
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Although he didn't feel anything unusual, Feng Bingwen's heart was still touched.
"It's okay, it's just that it's raining heavily, and your grandma is worried, so she asked me to come over and see you."
Feng Lingjun, who was nearly fifty years old, smiled and said, under the illumination of the oil lamp in his hand, what was revealed was a face that was very inconsistent with his age, and although the hair on his head was gray, it was jet black.
Mostly.
"You shouldn't have anything wrong here, right? The roof isn't leaking!"
As he spoke, the old man even held up a lamp to illuminate Feng Bingwen's room.
"Our house was only built a year ago, how could it leak so quickly?"
When Feng Bingwen heard this, he was speechless. He guessed that this was another excuse for the old man to come over to see him, but he still couldn't feel relieved after all.
"Who told you that the new house won't leak? It leaked in the kitchen. The basin used to collect water was filled up in the blink of an eye. It rained so hard."
"Well."
Such a response seems to indicate that Feng Bingwen thinks too much.
"Yes, sir, it's raining really hard. This is the first time I've seen such heavy rain in my life. Is this because the Dragon King is angry?"
At this time, a strong and long-term worker who was invited by his parents to serve the two old people and take care of him couldn't help but interrupt.
"Ah Yuan, how old are you? I'm almost fifty years old, and I haven't seen heavy rain like this many times."
Feng Lingjun, who has become accustomed to his current status as the owner of a comfortable and comfortable mansion, casually replied that as a teacher, he is very gentle with others, so he is also respected by several people in the Feng family mansion and more than a dozen long-term workers from Fucheng.
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"As for the Dragon Prince being angry, it's because you are overthinking. Although our Longchuan Mansion has many anecdotes about dragons and snakes, they are mostly just local quirks and cannot be elevated to the level of elegance.
If we can really talk about the dragon king on the table, then the only one is Xuanting Lake Shuijun, which is six hundred miles away from our Qingshan County. That is too far away. How can the clouds and rain caused by the angry Suijun reach us?
Are we coming here?"
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Feng Bingwen, who was still thinking hard and couldn't find the source of this incredibly vast cloud and rain, suddenly felt something in his heart when he heard the words.
Although he did not detect the coverage area of this cloud and rain, based on the boundaries he found, it can be basically inferred that the origin of this cloud and rain seems to be in the south, and the Xuanting Lake that the old man mentioned happens to be in the south of Qingshan County .
"Isn't this really caused by the Dragon Lord of Xuanting Lake?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but think about it. Because of his cooperation with the government, he already knew a lot of strange things.
For example, there are nineteen continents in the world where he is now, and Daqian is only located in a corner of one of them.
Such news only makes Feng Bingwen feel incredible, because the territory of Daqian is already unimaginably vast. The huge territory is divided into forty-nine states, and there are only tens of millions of people in one state. , there are tens of thousands of them.
In the country of Daqian, there are hundreds of millions of people registered with the government alone. This does not include the nobles, aristocratic families, and the population that local clans keep privately or conceal from reporting. There is also no plan. Savages who go into some mountains and fields to live in seclusion.
When he first heard such data, Feng Bingwen was really shocked, because what he saw was that there seemed to be nothing in Daqian that could compare with the productivity of the industrial era. And to support such a large population with the productivity of the feudal era, it would take What a vast territory.
Inferring from this, if this Daqian only occupies a corner of a large continent, then how vast this area of the world must be is unimaginable. But it is fascinating!
Of course, this morning trip to Beihai and Mu Cangwu was still far from where he was at this time, and it was not what he should be thinking about at this time.
Xuanting Dragon Lord, well, to ordinary mortals, this Lord of Mizuze is just a character who frequently appears in story books, but for Feng Bingwen, a strange person who came into contact with the Daqian cultivation world, this Mizuze The king is real, even though he has never seen it with his own eyes.
This is based on his understanding. The identity and background of this Great Lake Dragon Lord is extraordinary. His biological father is a real dragon that travels in the nine heavens. His background is not bad at all compared to his master, and his strength is in this world. Territory is also among the best.
For the monks at the bottom, this Great Lake Water Lord makes it difficult for them to look behind him, and they can feel quite proud to enter his sect and be a hawk or a dog.
"This great god is indeed qualified to cause clouds and rains of this scale, but this is just provoking Daqian. If such heavy rains continue for several days, the human race hundreds of miles around Xuanting Lake will probably suffer heavy casualties."
Feng Bingwen was puzzled. One side of the Great Lakes Water Lord was indeed powerful, but if he fought against the heyday dynasty, he would definitely end up dead. Even if his father was a real dragon, it would be useless.
Feng Bingwen's career in the government was not in vain. He had vaguely heard that the founding emperor of Daqian had an extraordinary origin. Otherwise, how could an ordinary secular dynasty still be in its prime after three hundred years? Without the slightest decline, it had already collapsed and entered the final years of the dynasty.
"Is this going to be a battle between humans and dragons?"