Chapter 2407 Long Drought Meets Sweet Rain

call!

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

Before starting the method, he 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 spilled, he also chanted a spell.

Even though he is young, he is very presentable. He does the same thing as Ye Banxian, especially his enigmatic temperament. At first glance, he looks old-fashioned and makes people think that Qiu Yu is a good person. He had practiced waiting for work 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 experienced Zhao Zilong's knowledge.

He also saw 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 quite annoying, after all, I'm still a child."

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

Just because no one was bothering me, didn't mean there were 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, you can’t survive!

They need a heavy rain to water the parched earth.

rain!

Zhao Yun had nothing in mind, he was chanting 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 still carefully supported the old scholar, but his body 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, from little to heavy at one, two, and three o'clock, until the heavy rain poured down, 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 rushed out regardless of their injuries, cheering 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 burned the incense of this lineage brighter than the sun.

"Okay, okay, okay."

The old scholar said hello three times in a row, shouting out his depressed mood. He should be in high spirits during happy events, and even under the rain, he didn't even realize he 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.

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

"Zi Long

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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 the spring breeze, and I felt very comfortable.

Changing the weather will damage your life.

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 in time, and it was also inspired by the feeling. In the cheers, the black figures 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 dissipated.

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 seeds that have been buried in the ground for a long time and have finally harvested their nectar. They are springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain and are 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 one season lasts, you will have a good harvest and be able to fill your stomach.

"Damn it, no more."

On this day, Wang Yuanwai directly opened the warehouse to release grain.

Several other wealthy men in the town also set up large pots for serving porridge.

There is hope, but we cannot let the folks in the countryside starve to death before the harvest.

To overcome difficulties together, power should be borrowed.

When there is a harvest, return it.

As for the severe drought,

No more worries.

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 practical he is! Want 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, it was too early, 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 only 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 the 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 front of it 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.

Taking a closer look, it was his master: Ye Banxian.

"Bring that book." The half-immortal winked.

"Which one?" Zhao Yun scratched his head as he guessed the sword technique.

""Plum in the Green Vase"."

"I rummaged through my husband's study and couldn't find it."

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