Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

There is a river outside Pingjiang City, named Nielongjiang.

Every summer, the river surges, submerging thousands of hectares of fertile land, destroying houses and making people miserable.

Therefore, Pingjiang City holds a big sacrifice every year to worship the river god and pray for peace in the coming year.

A hundred years ago, that summer, surprisingly, there was only torrential rain, and the sun was so hot that it was exposed to the sun like a disaster.

Even the Nielong River stopped flowing, and a part of it dried up, exposing the bottom of the river.

Someone actually dug out a stone tablet in the silt of the dry river area. It is old and mottled, covered with moss, and it does not know how many years old it is.

There are four big characters written in the ancient dragon and snake seal on it.

At that time, I didn't know anyone, so I invited the old Confucians in the city out, and only then could I vaguely recognize the four big characters.

Dragon King Lingfu!

This is the stele of the mansion, standing in front of the mansion.

"What's the meaning?"

Hearing this, Zhao Guangming couldn't help asking.

Dragon King Lingfu? Under this ancient monument is the residence of the Dragon King?

Ma Yinglong nodded, affirming everyone's guess: "There were indeed people who guessed like that at the time."

"The mansion of the Dragon King...is there really a dragon living in the Nielong River?" Zhou Dao looked suspicious.

Even in this world full of monsters, dragons only exist in legends, and there are only records of visiting friends in ancient books and secret books.

At that time, some people said that the Dragon King lived in the Nielong River, and it was useless to sacrifice to the river god every year. Instead, it annoyed the Dragon King, so it rained heavily every year and flooded the sky.

This is the Dragon King's punishment.

This year's catastrophe, long drought and no rain, maybe there is something wrong with the Dragon King's mansion.

Someone suggested that we dig deep and find out.

Some people also objected, the Dragon King is a god, and his mansion is a secret realm of the fairy family, and ordinary people can't wantonly spy on it, otherwise they will be punished by heaven.

In this way, the two sides were at loggerheads, and in the end, awe was defeated by curiosity.

A group of daring people dug deep down where the ancient monument appeared.

Dozens of strong men dug for three days and three nights, and unexpectedly dug out an ancient well.

"Gujing!?" Everyone said in unison.

Ma Yinglong nodded: "It's an ancient well."

"The ancient well is as round as a millstone, and the mouth of the well is as big as a courtyard. The sound of the water inside is surging, turbulent, and there is even a whistling sound, as if..."

"Like what?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help asking.

"The sound of some animal's breathing!"

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, feeling that the story was a bit unbelievable.

The river stopped flowing, and there was a well hidden under the ancient stele?

This kind of thing feels a bit weird when you think about it.

"At that time, some people were afraid, but there were also lunatics who asked to go down and have a look."

"Go down and have a look?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help clicking his tongue, is this too courageous? Are you not afraid of death?

"That's what I said, but no one dared to go down, and even a wealthy businessman paid a thousand taels of gold, and no one had the courage... But after a half-day stalemate, a young man came out. He volunteered and was willing to go down the well to find out. after all."

Speaking of this, Ma Yinglong's eyes filled with seriousness.

"After all, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. This kid really wants to die." Zhao Guangming said coldly.

Counting the old events of a hundred years ago, if the young man lived to this day, he would be a centenarian.

It would not be an exaggeration to call Zhao Guangming a great grandfather.

But such an ignorant behavior, even he couldn't help shaking his head, sighing his ignorance.

"Listen to me." Ma Yinglong raised his hand as a gesture.

"Tell me." Zhou Dao became interested, wanting to know what happened afterwards.

"Not long after the boy went down, there was a strange sound from the well, rumbling, and the sound became louder and louder... At this moment, water suddenly burst out of the well, like a flood bursting a bank..."

Everyone was shocked,

Fleeing wildly, but it was too late.

Not long after, the river flowed again and submerged there again. No one escaped, and all died in the river.

That night, it rained furiously and thundered.

Over Pingjiang City, dark clouds gathered, and the Nielong River flooded, submerging thousands of hectares of fertile land.

Some people say that seeing giant beasts stepping out of the river, with heads that look like deer but not horses, is extremely terrifying.

Since then, Pingjiang City has no longer offered sacrifices to the river god, and the tradition of offering sacrifices to the Dragon King came from this.

"So there is such an allusion!" Everyone was stunned.

The Dragon King Sacrifice is a grand event held every three years in Pingjiang City.

They only know one of them, but they don't know that there is another such origin.

"Didn't you say that there is a great opportunity hidden in the Dragon King Festival?" Zhou Dao asked casually.

After listening to this, it seems that there is no chance.

Ma Yinglong smiled: "The story is not over yet."

"It's not over yet?" Everyone was startled.

"Do you still remember the boy who went down the ancient well?"

"It's that kid who doesn't know how to live or die!" Zhao Guangming nodded.

"He's not dead!"

"What?" Wang Xiaoyi blurted out.

The river flooded, dry water reborn, hundreds of people were buried in the river, the boy who fell into the ancient well did not die?

"Three years after that incident, someone saw the boy in the mountains."

"At that time, the young man was sitting in a pavilion in the mountain, playing chess with an old man in black robes. Seeing horror, when he got closer, he found that the young man was the only one, and he was not dead. He was alive and full of energy."

"See him and ask him why he lives."

"The boy only said two words."

"Dragon King!?" Zhou Dao said subconsciously.

Ma Yinglong took a deep look at Zhou Dao and nodded.

Everyone in the world said that the ancient well was the entrance to the Dragon King's mansion. The young man met the Dragon King by chance.

Some people even said that the black-robed old man who played chess with the boy in the mountain was the Dragon King.

True or false, hard to predict.

Since then, the Dragon King Sacrifice has added a touch of mystery, and it is no longer a sacrificial ceremony for the common people to pray for blessings.

Many cultivators will come, hoping to meet the fairy fate and get the treasure like the young man back then.

"This kind of legend..." Wang Xiaoyi hesitated to speak.

In fact, legends like this are very unreliable. After all kinds of embellishments, it is far from the original version.

Just like that day, he and Wang Qingwan were nearly killed by insect demons and rescued by mysterious masters.

So far, the version circulating outside is that the mysterious master is Wang Xiaoyi's godfather. Because of his aptitude against the sky, he was allowed to practice in the mortal world, but he hid in secret to protect him, not wanting to bury this thousand-year-old cultivator in the cultivation world. The geniuses I met.

The spread was so outrageous that even Wang Xiaoyi himself was embarrassed, and clarified several times that he was not a genius who was once in a thousand years.

"This is not a legend..." Ma Yinglong shook his head and said, his eyes were fixed slightly, scanning the crowd: "The boy back then is still alive..."

"I'm alive...he's over a hundred years old now." Zhou Dao was stunned.

He knew that even the masters of the Nine Transformations of the Refining Realm would only be able to reach the age of one hundred and twenty.

"Not only is he still alive, maybe you should have heard of it."

"Who?" Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"He is the number one expert in Lin'an Mansion, King Huo Long!"

"It's him!?" Zhou Daoqi asked.

There are thirteen cities in Lin'an Mansion, and Pingjiang City is just one of them.

King Huo Long is not only the number one expert in Lin'an Mansion, but also the governor of Lin'an Mansion's Yuyao Division! ! !