Chapter Two Thousand Four Hundred and Seven: Long Drought Meets the Rain (1 / 2)

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5 days ago

call!

On the altar, Zhao Yun stood firm and took a deep breath.

Before starting the method, he also glanced at Ye Banxian'er in the audience.

"Sincerity leads to wisdom." The half-immortal smiled gently.

Um!

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and without further delay, burned the musk.

As a handful of paper money was thrown out, he also recited a spell.

Even though he is young, he is very presentable, and he does the same thing as Ye Banxian, especially his enigmatic temperament. At first glance, he looks old-fashioned, making people think that Qiu Yu is such a good person.

He had practiced it thousands of times in private.

"Study literature, practice martial arts, practice law,

This kid is indeed a child prodigy."

Wang Yuanwai murmured.

He had already learned Zhao Zilong's knowledge.

He had also seen that kid's martial arts with his own eyes.

Nowadays, the practice of opening an altar is so messy.

As a child prodigy, he deserves the title.

"Tell me, can he ask for rain?"

"It's embarrassing, after all, I'm still a child."

"What's wrong with the child? He knocked down two thieves."

Just because no one is bothering me, doesn't mean there are no whispers.

There are people who are optimistic about Zhao Yun, but there are also a lot of people who are skeptical.

But no matter which faction they belong to, they all have hope in their eyes.

In the era of famine, it is impossible to survive!

They need a heavy rain to water the parched earth.

rain!

Zhao Yun had nothing in his mind, he was reciting mantras and whispering.

To be honest, he was under a lot of pressure.

If you can ask for rain, your merits will be complete.

If you can't ask for it, those pairs of hopeful eyes will become so dim.

At this moment,

His young face was full of engraved

A firm demeanor.

Putting what he has learned into practice, his hard-earned skills must be worthy of the years of spring, autumn, winter and summer.

At least, he couldn't let his master down.

"Grandpa, take a rest!"

Wan Xin carefully supported the old scholar, who was too weak.

The old man was a stubborn man. He was sweating profusely but remained motionless. He just looked at the altar and his proud disciple quietly. He wanted to witness the miracle with his own eyes here.

Like him, the old blacksmith also had the same state of mind.

What the child did was a meritorious deed, and he had to guard it silently.

"Come." Coach Lin moved a door panel and placed it beside Ye Banxian. The meaning was obvious:

If there is a big hailstorm for our disciples, we will use this to block the ice lumps so that we don't get crushed to death accidentally.

Yes, plan ahead.

Look at the villagers, they are all carrying something in their hands, mostly big iron pots.

Learn from the past, when hail comes, run as fast as you can and look for a place to hide.

"The rain is coming."

Still under the spotlight, Zhao Yun shouted loudly and pointed his sword towards the sky.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder, and the clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The hot summer day was no longer hot and was swept by the cool wind.

Then came the pattering of rain, one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... from less to more, until it poured down heavily, covering the sky and the earth.

"It's done." Wang Xiaoguan was the most excited, jumping up and down.

"It's raining." The villagers hiding under the eaves, regardless of their injuries, rushed out and cheered in the rain. The water dripping down their faces did not know whether it was rain or tears.

God was merciful and finally gave the people who were in dire straits and rain.

Fukuzawa.

This is all thanks to that little kid named Zhao Zilong, who really created a miracle in the era of severe drought.

"Good disciple."

Ye Banxian cried with joy and knelt down with a bang, worshiping God and his ancestor.

Although he did not support the inheritance, the young disciples he accepted burned the incense of this lineage brighter than the sun.

Chapter Two Thousand Four Hundred and Seven: Long Drought Meets the Rain (2 / 2)

2750 words

5 days ago

"Okay, okay, okay."

The old scholar said hello three times in a row, shouting out his depressed mood. It should be that people are in high spirits during happy events. Even under the rain, they didn't even realize that they looked a little less aged.

Beside her, Wan Xin looked up at the sky, letting the rain wet her cheeks and hair, and the long-standing illness was gradually washed away.

"Ancestors bless you!"

The blacksmith also knelt there, regretting not bringing over his ancestor's tablet.

I have to thank my ancestors for allowing the Zhao family to pick up such a good boy.

"Zilong."

Coach Lin has jumped onto the altar and supported Zhao Yun.

Help, why do you say help? It must be that the wind and rain were so strong that he lost his balance and almost fell down.

Feeling dizzy.

This was Zhao Yun's first feeling. For a few moments, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion. He was obviously caught in the rain, but he seemed to be in a dream.

According to his speculation, he must have changed the weather and lost his life.

This is recorded in "Wind and Rain Record".

However, the dizzy feeling soon dissipated. Not only did it dissipate, but there was also a warm current in my body, as warm as a spring breeze, and I felt very comfortable.

Changing the weather rashly will damage your life span.

However, praying for rain to help the victims is a meritorious deed.

The two actually offset each other.

"Baby, you saved Wu

Tongzhen.”

Those who rushed to the altar were not only Coach Lin, but also the villagers.

The scene was set at the right time, and it was also inspired by the feeling. In the cheers, the Wuyang figure threw Zhao Yun into the air again and again. It was he who ended the drought.

After a long drought, there comes rain.

It rained heavily all day and all night.

At this point, the villagers still want this rain to come again in a few months.

The intense heat was finally dissipated.

The dry earth greedily absorbs the source of life.
To be continued...