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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 263: The rise of the spiritual formation holding the sky with one hand

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    See the fastest update 263. Zi Baifeng¡¯s maintenance plan was not blocked. In the afternoon, Yi Bokun brought back King Zhuan¡¯s decree. Not only did he instruct all departments to cooperate with Zi Baifeng¡¯s work, he also gave Zi Baifeng  The power assigned by Bo Feng.  The dry season is only so short. In February and March next year, when the spring flowers bloom, the snow in various places melts, and the water level will definitely rise sharply. If the dam cannot be repaired, it will be a disaster. If the dam is completely washed away, it will be a disaster.  A great disaster.  Unfortunately, the current situation in Xijing was when supplies were most scarce. Zi Baifeng didn't care about the many materials. He listed all the materials he had calculated and needed. In the following time, the entire Ministry of Works  Almost everyone is busy.  There is actually a broad road on the ice, but the boat needs to be turned into an ice sled or a sled, and the people transporting it are changed from horses to shoulders and hands.  In this cold winter day, countless men used their shoulders and chests to transport countless stones and wood from far away, and piled them on the dam bit by bit, like ants carrying food.  An old man bowed deeply, stepped on the ice with his straw-shoeed feet, and used all his strength to drag a thick log forward. His chest was exposed, and his dark chest was steaming.  Feeling the heat, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sweat cut through the deep wrinkles and dripped on the ice, and was frozen again in an instant.  He leaned down again, straightened up again, and the young man following him grabbed the cable.  "Grandpa, take a rest. I'll pull it." The young man also had a dark face and a body as strong as a calf. He grinned, his mouth a little chapped: "Grandpa, sing a song." The old man took a towel.  I wiped myself, wrapped my open leather jacket, took a deep breath, and started singing.  "Do you know that there are dozens of bays in the Tuhe River in the world? There are dozens of boats on the dozens of bays? There are dozens of poles on the dozens of boats? Dozens of boatmen are here to help.  I know that there are ninety-nine bays on the Tuhe River in the world. There are ninety-nine boats on the ninety-nine bays. There are ninety-nine poles on the ninety-nine boats. There are ninety-nine boatmen.  Come and move the boat." The voice echoed on the ice and snow, and spread far away. For a moment, it seemed that there were only those countless ant-like people in the world.  , and the old man¡¯s fisherman¡¯s chant.  On the watery shore, a carriage stopped, and the thick dark purple curtains opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.  The prince of Fu followed the carriage on horseback. At this time, he stopped at the window and said, "Your Majesty, listen." In the carriage was King Zhuan. He had a white face and a long beard. He seemed to be a middle-aged man, but in fact he  He is more than three hundred years old. Even for a monk, he is considered an old man at this age.  As soon as the song finished, King Zhuan turned his eyes towards the dam.  To the north of the dam, there is a towering turret, which is the center of the dam, and Zi Baifeng works there.  "Is it really going to be closed today? Why is there no movement yet?" King Zhuan came to see it specifically after hearing the report on the progress of the project and hearing that it was going to be closed today.  King Zhuan was more concerned about the dam than many people imagined.  "It should be almost here. I saw the carriage of those boys. They must be here for a visit." Mr. Fu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked over from a distance.  Under the turret, there were several carriages parked. They were the carriages of several people from the Dangui League. There was also a horse tied next to it, which was the mount of Luo Qianshan.  "Look, they're coming out." Fu Jun waved his hand and saw several people appearing on the turret, Zi Baifeng was among them.  King Zhuan nodded, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible wave surged out, and the carriage disappeared on the river bank.  "Sir, the materials have been prepared and can be combined at any time." Deputy Lu Zhi came to report. Now Deputy Lu Zhi has been promoted by half a rank and has become a real eighth-level official. He is the deputy capital water envoy of Zi Baifeng.  He is responsible for the transportation and management of all kinds of materials.  Where the dam was washed away, there were wooden cages that were more than two people tall and made of tough wood. They were filled with stones and sand. These cages served as the mainstay.  Next to each wooden cage, there are more than ten strong men, ready to push the wooden cage into the water at any time.  There were more people pushing carts next to them, and the carts were filled with mud, sand and stones.  The small carts are connected one after another, forming a giant dragon, leading to various materials piled up like hills on both sides of the dam.  Zi Baifeng took a step forward and looked down.  From here, you can see the collapse from a high position. Countless people are as small as ants.  Zi Baifeng closed his eyes??, took a deep breath.  His palms are warm, and the water in his palms makes the seal heat up. After a month of hard work, exploration and layout, success or failure depends on this.  His eyes swept across the rivers and the land in front of him, which were covered with snow. A horse was galloping from a distance, and the snow was splashing everywhere.  A man was riding by alone on a purple carriage. The prince frowned and said, "It's a subordinate of Buyu. What happened?" King Zhuan frowned slightly, then raised his head and looked at  The direction of Zi Baifeng.  Zi Baifeng felt the burning heat in his hands, looking down at the vast land, something seemed to be boiling in his heart.  He took a step forward, his spiritual power surged, and he chanted loudly: "Wherever you look at Shenzhou, you can see the scenery of Beigu Tower. How many things have happened in the rise and fall of the ages. The endless flow of the Yangtze River." Although the distance is far, Zi Baifeng's  The sound seemed to resound throughout the entire world, suppressing all sounds in the world.  Regardless of whether they could understand the meaning of Zi Baifeng's words or not, everyone was shocked at that moment.  Among these people, there are those who are well-read in poetry and literature, like Qi Hanshan; there are those who are uneducated and incompetent, like Luo Qianshan; there are those who are powerful in the world, like King Zhuan; there are those who are humble and insignificant, like boatmen;  But they all seemed to understand the meaning of Zi Baifeng's poem.  "How many things have happened to the rise and fall of a person through the ages, Youyou. The Yangtze River is rolling!" King Zhuan raised his eyebrows, "This man is silent, he is indeed a talented man who has the world's most talented people!" Before he could finish his sigh, he suddenly widened his eyes.  The look on his eyes and face was a thousand times more shocked than before.  At the moment when he finished reciting the sentence, when his emotions were building up to the extreme, Zi Baifeng suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his hand forward: "Ling, gather!" "Boom!" There was an explosion, and the whole world was shaking.  The spiritual energy in the ground, at the bottom of the river, in the sky, and in countless living beings were all activated by invisible forces at this moment.  Even Prince Zhuan and Lord Fu felt that the power in their bodies was about to move, as if they were about to be summoned by Zi Baifeng.  Several rays of light and shadow cut through the sky from a distance, flew over, and found where the carriage was, they all lowered down.  People with poor eyesight can¡¯t even see their trajectory, they can only see a stream of light.  They entered the vicinity of King Zhuan's carriage one by one, and immediately disappeared, and could no longer be seen by the outside world.  Mr. Fu turned his head and looked over.  The head of the Zhongshan Sect, the Manniu King, and the elders of several major families all arrived.  "Young man, what did you eat this morning?  Such a big noise!" The Barbarian Bull King stared at the bull's eyes and was speechless.  The head of the Zhongshan Sect gently stroked his beard and said nothing.  Several other clan elders, including Mr. Fu's father and the clan leader of the Wang clan, were all there. They looked at each other and exchanged glances.  The spiritual energy was gathering, turning into a violent whirlwind centered on Zi Baifeng's hand.  The whirlwind caused the whole Xijing to shake. The knight who was galloping on horseback was frightened. Herod almost knocked the knight off with a shout. After trying to calm him down for a long time, the knight dropped his horse and ran over.  The Manniu King stepped aside and frowned: "What's wrong? Are you so anxious?" "It couldn't be that something happened" Mr. Fu had an ominous premonition in his heart.  At this time, all Zi Baifeng's energy was focused on the endless spiritual energy.  This is the first time he has mobilized the spiritual energy he can control in this way.  The energy and spiritual power consumed were more than he imagined.  However, these spiritual energies were finally gathered together.  Suddenly, Zi Baifeng exhaled again and spoke loudly, and his voice spread far away: "Young man Wan Dou Sun, the war in the southeast has not ended. Who is the hero of the world who can rival Cao Liu. He should have a son like Sun Zhongmou." "This boy  This kid" The Barbarian Bull King murmured, but over and over again, there was only this sentence.  "Who is the rival of the heroes in the world This Zi is silent, he is indeed arrogant!" The leader of the Zhongshan Sect shook his head slightly, as if he was quite displeased with Zi Baifeng.  "Why, are you an opponent?" The Barbarian Bull King turned around and glared at him. He had clearly driven Zi Baifeng out, but now he was defending Zi Baifeng again. "You are capable, why don't you build the dam?"  These two people are now the two most powerful Wangs with a foreign surname, and they are mortal enemies. They will fight each other when they meet. Everyone else is not surprised. Several ministers are just discussing in low voices, but the prince feels that he  My blood is boiling.  ??The battle to the southeast is not over What a battle to the southeast. Southeast, that is the direction of Mengcheng Is it okay?  fine? ??"What is this trend?" King Zhuan asked the prince, but the prince just shook his head and said, "Probably he is like a rolling wave, no one can beat him." "Where is Sun Zhongmou?" King Zhuan asked again  ask.  Fu Jun shook his head again. How did he know? He could only say: "Xu is some kind of strange person." After saying this, Zi Baifeng waved his hand downwards with that momentum and shouted: "Array, start!" Violently  With his violent shout, all the spiritual energy poured into the ground. The tens of thousands of jade stones he, Xiao Pan, and two koi placed under the river bed were instantly ignited.  The spiritual energy enters and the formation begins!  The rumbling sound of operation came from the underground, and the shadow of the large formation was even reflected in the sky. The shadow was projected in the sky, like an aurora or a canopy.  A complex, huge, nested layer by layer, extremely complicated formation, covering the entire dam and the surrounding area for several miles.  Previous Chapter Return to Table of Contents Next Chapter
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