Eternal gate

"I said, that's hail!"

At the gate of the palace, there was a sea of ​​people. Some were squatting on the street, some were lying on the trees, and some were squatting on the eaves. At this moment, they were all looking up to the sky.

The scene was like a group of idle street kids, having nothing to do in the middle of the night, meeting up to watch the stars together.

Even half-immortals are awesome. The way they opened the altar was not to ask for rain, but to ask for a hailstorm.

It is true that melted hail is also water and can also nourish the earth.

However, it would be very painful if the overwhelming ice lumps hit it. Regardless of whether the crops could grow, the house would definitely be smashed to pieces.

"Get out of the way."

Coach Lin was the first to react. With a big hand, he pushed the person next to him under the eaves.

That's not rain.

That's fucking hail.

It can kill people.

"father."

"My shoes."

"Quick, hide in the house."

There was a sudden hailstorm, and the street was filled with people. The streets were instantly in chaos. Everyone, men, women, old and young, were crawling under the eaves of the house. Their legs and feet were numb, and they were rolling and crawling into the house. Many of them even jumped in. In the cellar, the desire to survive is not as strong as usual.

"What's this?"

The only one who didn't move was Ye Banxian, who was still on the altar, still looking up at the sky.

The conscience of heaven and earth.

What he was asking for was clearly rain. What the hell was this hail?

Is it because he used too much force and the request went astray?

Or maybe, God didn't wake up, so he used this ice pimple to make up for it?

It's too late, but it's soon.

Hail fell from the sky.

"master."

Zhao Yun has jumped onto the altar, still holding the dragon pattern gun in his hand.

The half-immortal was a competent master, and he was also a sensible disciple. He stayed by the half-immortal's side, wielding his spear as much as he could, and smashed the ice lumps.

"Don't want to die?"

Coach Lin also came up to kill Zhao Yun and the half-immortal, one with each hand.

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Thrown under the eaves.

When it was over, he was hit with ice lumps as big as the mouth of a bowl, which caused his head to bleed.

That’s okay too.

He was born in martial arts and had rough skin and thick flesh. He could not be killed even if he was hit a few times.

boom! boom!

Ye Banxian withdrew, but the matter was not over yet.

Hail was still raining down on the sky, smashing down houses and sycamore trees. Even the arch bridge in the town could not withstand the heavy blow and half of it collapsed.

Well!

ah!

Muffled groans and screams came and went.

Although they were well hidden, the villagers in the town still suffered.

There are many people with broken heads and bloody heads.

Those who fainted were also caught in large numbers.

What's more, even though he was hiding well in the house, the beams broke and he was thrown inside.

The worst thing was undoubtedly the one-eyed dragon and the masked man who robbed the Wang family of money and food last night.

Are they two still tied to the pillar?

Because the incident happened suddenly and the scene was so chaotic, they seemed to have been forgotten.

It doesn't matter whether they forget this or not, the two brothers become living targets.

Retribution, this is retribution, the thief comes at the right time.

They left, with extremely depressed and melancholy moods, and went to the Palace of Hell to report that among so many bandits in the world, they should be the two strangest deaths. In the year of severe drought, they were crushed to death by ice lumps.

I don’t know when,

The sky finally stopped, leaving only ice on the ground.

Looking at Wutong Town, it was a mess. God knows how many houses were destroyed by a hailstorm. Even the demolished houses may not be able to be demolished so neatly.

Fortunately, except for the two thieves, no one was killed.

"Save people."

Wang Yuan stumbled a step outside and sent out the servants in the mansion.

There is no need for him to say anything, he is present

People all support each other, the busiest one is the doctor, carrying a wooden box and medicine box, running back and forth through the streets.

"It's my fault!"

Looking at the nearly ruined Wutong Town, Ye Banxian's old eyes were dim and filled with guilt.

He wanted to ask for rain to help the people of Li survive the drought.

In the end, it only made matters worse.

Do not blame you.

Although the villagers were in a miserable situation, no one blamed him.

People have to be conscientious. Half-immortals don't have to go through this kind of thing at all. It's not just to save people.

And the facts also prove that he is not a magic stick.

How can a magic stick get such a big hailstone?

"How about you try again?" Wang Yuanwai asked tentatively, and the title this time was no longer a magic stick, but "you are old" is a rare honorific.

As soon as these words came out, the villagers also gathered around and looked at the half-immortal with hope.

How to open a forum! Mistakes are normal.

try again.

It would be nice to ask for hail!

It is better than having the land dry and having no harvest.

There is nothing more painful than hunger.

"Rebuild the altar." Ye Banxian stood up in one step.

Come on!

The servants in the palace all rolled up their sleeves.

The previous altar has been smashed, and it is not allowed to build a new one.

"Disciple, come here." Ye Banxian'er called Zhao Yun to his side.

As for him, he dipped his pen in ink and made dragons and phoenixes dance on Zhao Yun's clothes.

After reading it, I realized that he was drawing Bagua pictures.

To be precise, this is how to get Zhao Yun a barely decent Taoist robe.

"Master, what are you doing?" Zhao Yun asked doubtfully.

"When the altar is built, you can come up." Ye Banxian said seriously.

"Me?" Zhao Yun was stunned, "You can't do it even if you are old, but I can do it?"

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"You are a boy, so you must do it." Ye Banxian spoke in a deep voice, and there was still a bit of embarrassment between the lines.

There is nothing wrong with the method of praying for rain recorded in "Wind and Rain Record".

The reason for praying for rain and hail should be that the problem lies with him as the spell caster.

Just because he is not a boy.

The strange thing is that he was too out of tune back then. Not only was he not good at studying, but he also broke the precept inadvertently.

"Then let me try?" Zhao Yun whispered.

"My master is optimistic about you." The half-immortal patted Zhao Yun thoughtfully.

How clever is his disciple? You can learn anything quickly, and most of the methods recorded in "Wind and Rain" are already understood by heart.

The servants in the palace are still very diligent in their work.

In a short time, the altar was built, and the table, tributes and incense burner were all set up one by one.

In a word, everything is ready except for the rain seeker.

Ye Banxian did not move.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun, holding the peach wood sword, walked up to the altar step by step.

Seeing this, everyone, including Tiejiang Zhao, Coach Lin and the old scholar, raised their eyebrows. What do you mean, let the child go to pray for rain?

"He is my disciple." Ye Banxian stroked his beard with a deep look on his face.

This is nonsense.

Anyone who is not deaf can hear the call that Zhao Zilong called master before.

In their opinion, it is not important when the two men became master and apprentice, and the key issue is not here.

The problem is that if the master can’t do it, how can the disciple do it?

Moreover, he is still a young kid.

"He can do it." When the half-immortal said this, he was as straight as Coach Lin before.

This is because as a master, he has no doubts about the disciples he taught.

He had said this, and the people present would not say anything too much. Instead, they looked at Zhao Yun with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

This little guy, who is called a child prodigy, can really create miracles.