In the eighty years of the Great Xia calendar, Zhao Yu was seven years old.

Fuzhou, the southernmost part of Great Xia, continued to rain for three months, causing floods and rivers and lakes to swell, flooding villages and towns along the river, and displacing countless people and fleeing the country.

But when the vast number of Fuzhou people dragged their families and fled along the official road to the neighboring Leizhou and Fuzhou for refuge, there were three figures, coming from Shunzhou and going against the current.

An old man, two little babies.

The old man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, his sideburns were snow-white, he was holding an oil-paper fan, his whole white hair was coiled back, only fixed with a wooden hairpin, his face was ruddy, and the stars changed in his eyes, but he looked past the crowd fleeing in front of him, as if he had seen the coast of the South China Sea at the end of the front, with a trace of imperceptible killing intent in his eyes.

And next to the old man, a tiger-headed tiger-headed, but almost as tall as an adult, a sturdy little baby, also holding an oil-paper fan in his hand, pursed his lips, raised the umbrella, and held an umbrella for a little baby with a pink carving and a calm face beside him.

The rain pouring down in the sky was so heavy that the rain in the farmland on both sides of the official road was almost level with the official road, and perhaps in another hour, this official road would soon be submerged and become a piece of Heze.

Therefore, the people of Fuzhou, who fled out in waves along the way, accelerated their pace and ran forward, and at the same time, they saw the old and two young people who came retrograde, and they stepped forward to persuade them, but the old man in the Confucian shirt shook his head gently, refused the kindness of taking them on a ride, and continued to walk forward with the two little babies.

The rainstorm made a crackling sound on the oil-paper umbrella, but the face of the little baby carved in pink under the umbrella was not good-looking, her brows were furrowed, looking at the crowd of people fleeing under the heavy rain in front of her, and there was an indissoluble worry in the eyes of the old city, even the splashing rain, wetting the clothes and cloth shoes on the body.

The old man in the Confucian shirt who was walking forward turned his head to look at the delicate little baby with a frown on his brows, a small face and a sullen face, as if on this small body, he saw a calmness far beyond this age, so the old man gently moved to the side, and a branch that was broken by the water and floated on the farmland flew lightly, suspended in front of the three of them.

Then the old man raised his right hand, stretched out a finger, and gently gestured on this rather thick branch, and a piece of sawdust fell, and after a while, this branch gradually formed a very ordinary wooden sword, and in order to take care of the little baby's small hand, this wooden sword as a whole is not big, but like a long dagger, the handle of the sword is very thin, just enough for the little baby to hold it.

The old man handed the wooden sword to the delicate little baby beside him, smiled slightly, and sounded in a kind and somewhat comforting voice:

"Yu'er, do you like this wooden sword that Shigong sharpened for you?"

"Master, I'm seven years old, not a three-year-old. ”

After finishing speaking, the delicate little baby with a frown turned around, looked at the old man with a kind and ruddy face in front of him with a serious face, and continued to speak:

"The disaster in Fuzhou is far more severe than what we have heard in Shunzhou, the terrain of the official road here is already very high, but it is still about to be submerged, so those people in the villages and towns on both sides of the river must have been displaced, since we already know the cause of this heavy rain, Shigong I think we should solve it as soon as possible. ”

Looking at the delicate little baby in front of him, with a calm face, ebony-like pupils full of seriousness, and incompatible with his age and appearance, the old man in the Confucian shirt smiled again, raised his hand and touched the former's head, and said softly:

"It's the master's negligence, Yu'er has grown up, so since he has grown up, he should hold the sword in his hand to protect his people and protect the entire Great Xia, right?"

After the old man's voice fell, he gently handed the wooden sword in his hand in front of the little baby, and then the little baby with a delicate face and a faintly noble spirit hesitated for a moment, stretched out his little hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword heavily, and picked up the weapon to protect the people of Great Xia for the first time!

The three figures, one old and two young, continued to walk forward, and the further south they went, the heavier the rain became, the deeper the water above the official road, and the fewer people who fled, and the whole sky above was in the dim of the wind and rain, like the end of the sky.

Suddenly, the sound of the torrential rain was mixed with a loud shout from the side:

"Come, give me more strength, we must plug this gap, if the largest inlet into the Nanjiang River in the Fuzhou mirror breaks the embankment and the river water pours down, then the millions of Fuzhou people who fled in front of them will be finished, so they all go and get sandbags, take as much as you can!"

The little baby carved in pink and jade looked at the voice, only to see that in the rain curtain in front of the side, there was a high embankment, and countless figures on the embankment ran with sandbags on their backs, smashing them into the gap below.

"Master?"

As soon as Xiaowa's voice fell, the old man in the Confucian shirt next to him nodded, raised his hand and waved lightly, and the figures of the three disappeared in an instant.

"I'm going to stabilize it soon, continue to work harder, Yuan Bai, you also go and help command. ”

"Yes, father. ”

Then an extremely young figure ran from the front, and saw the three people who suddenly appeared on the river embankment, this young man who was about ten years old and wearing a white shirt was obviously stunned, and then shouted while rushing forward:

"Old man, turn back quickly, there is a danger of bursting the embankment on this embankment at any time, wait for the old man and children, leave quickly. ”

After finishing speaking, the young man named Yuan Bai rushed to the sand pile under the embankment not far away, where there were already many filled sandbags that needed to be filled in urgently.

"Po'er, you go and help them, Yu'er, hold the wooden sword in your hand, and go with Shigong to behead this evil beast. ”

After the words fell, the tiger-headed little baby, who had been silently holding an umbrella and not speaking, did not say a word, plunged directly into the rain curtain, stepped to the side of the sand, and under the gaze of everyone's horrified eyes, grabbed all the sandbags in front of him, raised his force directly above his head, turned around and walked towards the embankment.

Behind Liang Po, the young man in the white shirt looked at the embankment suddenly, but found that the original figures, one old and one young, had disappeared without a trace.

In the sky of the South China Sea in Fuzhou, the old man in a Confucian shirt suddenly appeared with a delicate baby, and the originally lush land and farmland below had become a country of Ze at this time.

The delicate little baby raised her head, looked at the void in front of her, and couldn't help but clench the wooden sword hilt in her hand, because above the South China Sea, there was an evil dragon that connected the heavens and the earth, and the storm gathered around it, and between the dark clouds, the blue dragon scales were glowing with cold light.

"Evil Barrier!"

The old man in the Confucian shirt opened his mouth and shouted angrily, turning into a rolling sound wave, resounding throughout the whole heaven and earth, and the evil dragon churning in the sea of clouds and storm instantly reflected after hearing the words, the huge and hideous dragon head poked out from within the dark clouds, and the cold and ruthless blue eyes looked down, and opened his mouth to let out an earth-shattering roar!

The violent raindrops came with a fishy smell, making the delicate little baby beside the old man subconsciously take a step back, and then the old man's vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears.

"Yu'er, raise the sword in your hand and stab forward, your most honorable imperial grandson in Great Xia, there is no need to be afraid, and there is nothing qualified to make you afraid!"

"Good!"

Xiaowa's pink and jade face returned to stability, and she spit out a word lightly, then stepped forward, clenched the wooden sword in her hand, and stabbed straight forward.

In the next breath, nothing happened, the dragon roaring above was still raging, the little baby frowned, and the second sword was stabbed again, but still nothing happened.

"Hahaha!"

The old man in the Confucian shirt beside Xiaowa suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the heroic and unbridled laughter directly overpowered the roar of the dragon in the sky, and then took the wooden sword from Xiaowa's hand, and gently threw it upward, pointing with his right hand.

This ordinary wooden sword, which was one size smaller than an ordinary long sword, turned into a flowing rainbow, straight into the sky, and disappeared in a flash.

"This dragon has the aura of the Southern Barbarians, so where does it come from!"

After finishing speaking, the rainbow light shot from the center of the evil dragon's eyebrows, the back of the head shot out, and a struggling roaring blue dragon spirit was inserted on the wooden sword, heading straight to the west!

"Whew~"

The dragon in the sky let out a roar of great pain, and then its massive body crashed into the clouds, smashing into the sea, sending a huge wave into the sky.

The heavy rain that enveloped the whole of Fuzhou for three months stopped in an instant!

Later generations know that the master slashed the dragon with three swords on the coast of the South China Sea, but in fact, the master only made one sword, and two swords were stabbed by Zhao Yu, the grandson of the emperor who was only seven years old at the time.

Because these two swords are called Dreadnought!

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