The three tides continued to rush from east to west, without stopping.
The three huge raging battle platforms seemed to be pulled by the power of the sea tide, and were also rushing towards the direction of Dongting Lake at a very fast speed.
The water statues on both sides of the Yangtze River are like the most loyal soldiers, firmly guarding the place where the Dragon Saint is about to pass by.
The Yangtze River is crystal clear, and the starry sky below becomes even more beautiful.
Guming Town is built beside the river, with the river bank connected to the wharf, and the wharf connected to the residential area.
The Yangtze River surrounding Guming Town is rich in aquatic products and has few water monsters, making it a rare good place in Xiangzhou.
But now, the mayor of Guming Town struck the gong and shouted hoarsely, "The water is about to flood the town! Run! Run to higher ground!"
Every household was in chaos, and many people began to run away from the Yangtze River. Some carried their elderly parents, some held their young children, and some carried gold and silver jewelry.
The group ran for a quarter of an hour until many people could no longer run and sat on the ground, panting loudly.
"I won't run anymore! I really can't run any more. I'd rather be drowned than die of exhaustion."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Get up and run! I heard the waves are as high as a five-story building."
"Impossible! There are no waves that high in the Yangtze River. Even in the sea, there can't be waves that high."
"You don't believe what the mayor says?"
"That old guy is confused. I don't believe that the Yangtze River would suddenly..."
Boom boom boom…
A huge noise came from the west, as if a huge force was pushing the earth, the sound was so loud that it was frightening.
"Run!" The person who was just sitting on the ground threw all his luggage away and ran away, faster than a rabbit.
After running for a while, the man looked back and his body suddenly stopped, staring blankly in the direction of the Yangtze River.
A huge wave as high as a nine-story building was rushing across the Yangtze River.
"It's over..."
The people in the small town were not familiar with wind and waves, but when they saw such a huge wave, they even lost the will to live. If such a huge wave hit, the town and everyone would be submerged.
Everyone waited quietly for death, but strangely, the huge wave did not surge outward, but continued to rush forward.
However, after the huge waves left, the river water became unstable, and a large amount of water surged up, destroying hundreds of houses in the town.
It was only at this time that everyone began to thank the mayor.
"Aren't we worshipping the Water Saint? There's a statue of him and a small temple in front of the town, but what did he do? Why didn't he stop such a huge wave? I'll never worship him again!"
"Yes, every day people put fruits and vegetables for worship, but now, they just eat them and do nothing else!"
"Huh? Look at the Shuisheng Temple. All the houses around it have been washed down, but this one is the only one that remains motionless."
"That's true. If we remember correctly, the Water Saint Temple is not as solid as our house."
"So it is very likely that the power of the Water Saint Temple was exerted to limit the force of the huge waves, resulting in only half of the town being destroyed, rather than us and the town being submerged."
"indeed."
On the Yueyang Tower, Fang Yun still said nothing, staring into the distance in a daze. His eyes seemed to have changed slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Qingjun gave Ge Yiming a look, and Ge Yiming immediately understood that Qingjun was afraid that Fang Yun would write some good article that would become famous in future generations. Even if Fang Yun was severely punished this time and forced to kneel down in front of Lei Chongmo's portrait in public, it would not be able to cover up the good article.
Ge Yiming secretly looked at other people again and realized that many people were dissatisfied with him, but he didn't care. As long as the civil and military officials of Qing Kingdom and King Qing agreed, it would not hinder him in any way.
"What's more, my literary talent is covered in dust! If I don't force Fang Yun to dispel the dust, I may never become a Jinshi in my life!"
After Ge Yiming finished thinking, he immediately looked up at Fang Yun and shouted, "May I ask you, Saint Fang Xu, the Yuejun Tower was built by the great scholar Lu Su of the Wu Kingdom. Changing the name to Yueyang Tower is already an insult to the ancient sage. Now that Yueyang Tower is being expanded, will it still be Yueyang Tower after the expansion? I think it should be called Fang Yun Tower! As a scholar in Xiangzhou, I don't want to see the scenic spots and historical sites in Xiangzhou being damaged. Please revoke your decision, Governor."
The people from Qingjiang Trading Company and the officials from Xiangzhou all understood what he meant and started to speak eloquently.
"Please take back your order, Governor!"
Many Jing people were filled with righteous indignation. This was simply a joint effort to force the emperor to abdicate in front of the whole world. Fortunately, the Queen Mother and the King were not here, otherwise they would have been angered to death.
However, Fang Yun seemed to be deaf to everything and did not respond at all. He just kept looking into the distance. Then he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of Dongting Lake, as if he was admiring the beautiful scenery.
Ge Yiming became anxious and glanced at Qingjun, who responded with a stern look.
Ge Yiming took a deep breath and said with a thunderous voice: "Governor, please take back your order!"
Fang Yun did not respond.
After three breaths, Ge Yiming's tongue burst into spring thunder again.
"Please take back your order, Governor!"
Fang Yun still did not respond.
Afterwards, not only Ge Yiming, but also the people from Qingjiang Trading Company and Qing Guan started to talk nonsense.
The same sentence kept echoing in the air, and everyone was tired of hearing it, but Fang Yun never answered.
Time passed slowly, and suddenly, many people felt the earth shaking.
"The first tide is coming!"
The people standing by the river looked hurriedly and saw a huge wall made of water a few miles away, rushing towards them with a force that could destroy the world.
"Get off the shore!"
After hearing this, everyone came to their senses and hurried away from the shore.
Zong Wuyuan has walked to the high platform. Facing the crowd, he smiled and said, "The first wave is about to arrive at Yueyang Tower! I declare that the Yueyang Tower Literature Festival has officially begun! Let us look to the east and welcome the great Jiao Sheng Majesty!"
Everyone was stunned. No one expected that Zong Wuyuan would take over the reins of the event and, as an official of the Qing Kingdom, abolish Fang Yun's previous literary gathering and host a new one himself.
Then, everyone felt the Yangtze River and the ground shook violently, as if the earth had released a powerful beast.
All the water of the Yangtze River rises slowly.
The water was very strange. The water level was obviously far higher than the dam or the shore. Instead of flowing to the two banks, it was dragged by an invisible force and rose upward as a whole.
It seemed as if there was a tremendous force supporting the water of the entire Yangtze River.
Everyone was stunned. What on earth did this Dragon Saint want to do? It was too shocking.
The three tides slowly dissipated after approaching Baling City.
"Look carefully at the rising river water!"
When everyone took a closer look, they were horrified, because the surface of the Yangtze River water that rose to the middle of the sky looked as if someone had carved pieces of dragon scales on it.
Many people have bad associations.
After an unknown amount of time, all the river water rose to the middle of the sky, and the entire bottom of the Yangtze River dried up, exposed to everyone.
The shape of the Yangtze River water also began to change, from an irregular long strip to a rounded shape.
Looking from afar, the water of the Yangtze River in mid-air looks like the body of a giant dragon.
"Oh my god, is Jiao Sheng going to merge with the water of the Yangtze River to form a new body?"
"Look, Fang Xusheng picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing!"
Millions of people turned their heads and looked at Fang Yun on the Yueyang Tower.
Yueyang Tower Inscription.
Fang Yun wrote down four words.
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