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 chanted a spell.
Even though he is young, he is very presentable, and he does the same thing as Ye Banxian, especially his unpredictable temperament. At first glance, he looks old-fashioned, making people think that Qiu Yu is 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 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 determination.
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.
trace.
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, there was a pattering of rain, one point, two points, three points. From little to heavy, until it rained 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 showed mercy and finally brought blessings to the people of Li who were in dire straits.
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 made the incense of this lineage burn brighter than the sun.
"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 feel that they looked a little bit 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.
"Zi Long
."
Coach Lin has jumped onto the altar and supported Zhao Yun.
Help, why do you say help? It must have been 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 drenched in 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, 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.
"Wazi, you saved Wutong Town."
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 for another month or so.
The scorching heat was finally driven away.
The dry earth greedily absorbs the source of life.
Yes, it is life.
Within three to five days, I saw buds sprouting from the soil.
That is the rice seed that has been buried in the ground for a long time. It has finally found its nectar, springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, and is rejuvenated.
Hunger is still the evil that exists in the darkness.
After all, the rice seedlings have just grown and the harvest is far away.
However, what is different from before is that now there is hope.
As long as we survive one season, we will have a good harvest and be able to fill our stomachs.
"Damn it, it's too much."
On this day, Wang Yuanwai directly opened the warehouse to release grain.
Several other wealthy men in the town also set up big pots for soup soup.
There is hope, but we cannot let the folks in the countryside starve to death before the harvest comes.
To overcome difficulties together, power should be borrowed.
When there is a harvest, return it.
As for the severe drought,
No need to worry anymore.
The Zhao family's dragon can pray for rain and is a truly blessed general.
As long as he is still there, Wutong Town can store a lot of food.
Speaking of Zhao Yun, he has been very busy these days.
Dad's hand was disabled, so he had to do the farm work in the fields.
In addition, I would go to the old scholar's house every now and then to move books.
The husband said that all the piles of books in his room were given to him.
How down-to-earth he is! He wants everything.
It was so painful for the old scholar that every time I saw him coming, I couldn't help but cover my chest.
I was careless, especially too early, and half my life's collection was moved away.
"Stop looking, it's gone."
When Wan Xin opened the door and came in, she couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
The same goes for this old man. Why does he feel bad when his favorite disciple has his books taken away?
The old scholar didn't say much, he just stroked his beard and looked at Wanxin meaningfully.
On that day, if he adds another sentence:
'Zilong! My granddaughter is also entrusted to you.'
I don’t know what the situation will be like now.
That kid is really bad, and if he can't protect him, he will take his granddaughter home.
"Wind and Cloud Sword Technique."
Zhao Yun carried a book basket on his back and walked all the way home. He also held an ancient book in his hand. He read it as he walked and found that it was a martial arts secret book.
The only drawback is that the book is incomplete, only the first half.
He couldn't help sighing, the old gentleman's collection was really rich.
There is "Wind and Rain Record" in the front and "Wind and Cloud Sword Jue" in the back, which is really not in vain.
"good."
Zhao Yun looked at it carefully and made gestures from time to time.
He has already learned the Lin family's marksmanship and doesn't mind practicing another set of sword techniques.
"Baby."
As he was walking, a person suddenly jumped out of the woods.
A closer look revealed that it was his master: Ye Banxian.
"That book is here." The half-immortal winked.
"Which one?" Zhao Yun scratched his head as he guessed the sword formula.
""Plum in the Green Vase"."
"I searched all over my husband's study and couldn't find it."