Upon noticing this scene, Li Nian's eyelids twitched as he stood aside, without saying anything. The county guard Tang Mingzhao, who was standing in front of the ministers, seemed to be older now, as if the heavy rain had drained all the energy from his body. Just like gone.
The gentry present were shocked and no longer dared to look down on Su Ming.
The people gathered on the periphery bowed and kept bending down to thank him, because they were so poor now that they could only express their reverence and gratitude through such actions, and they could do nothing else.
Seeing that the people were still gathered here, Su Ming took a step forward and said loudly: "Everyone, please get up quickly. This poor monk deserves it and does not deserve such a great gift. You should go back quickly to avoid being caught in the heavy rain and cold air." If you get sick then it will be bad, so please go back."
"Thank you, Imperial Master, we'll leave now."
"Thank you Master, Master is really the Buddha alive!"
"Thanks to the master's intervention, otherwise, how could we, the common people, survive!"
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With thanks one after another, the people gathered here left in a reluctant mood. At the same time, Su Ming also used magic to warm their bodies to prevent them from getting cold.
After they left, Su Ming also turned and left.
The heavy rain fell all night, moistening the dry land, drying up small lakes and rivers to regain water sources, and everything was rejuvenated.
Although it is late autumn, Qingzhou is full of vitality and vitality.
The next day, the entire Ning'an City became much fresher, and the weather was no longer as hot as the burning fire some time ago.
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Qingzhou, Jinhua Mansion.
Jade Mountain.
The Pingshan Mountain is picturesque and the stone core is green. Looking from a distance, the clear spring emerges from the mountains, undulating and shaking in the air, tinkling, tinkling, and playing a perfect movement.
The mountain stream is filled with towering ancient trees, lush green trees, crooked pine branches, and jagged rocks covered with fallen leaves. From time to time, there are wild deer and hares jumping over, and the scenery is lively.
Compared with other places in Qingzhou, it is fresh and natural and has not been affected by drought at all.
Walking along the mountain stream for another thirty miles, we reached the peak. There was a lush forest on the peak, which was so green.
Looking closer, behind the lush forest, surrounded by pink walls, a ring of clear water, half-open red doors, pavilions, flower pavilions, attics and palaces, everything is exquisite and elegant.
There is a garden in the house with cobblestone paving. Lotus flowers are planted in pools of different sizes. There are magnolias and crabapples beside the pool. Three or five cranes stand under the pine trees, picking their feathers leisurely. The pines are like green feathers, and the curved bamboos are green. The mountain stream flows through them, and the light of the bamboos is reflected, making it leisurely and comfortable.
There is a jade tree in the center of the garden, which can be hugged. Its whole body is as crystal clear as glass, and its leaves are green, just like the finest jade. Flowers bloom all over the tree, and when the wind blows, some petals fall to the ground, making a clanging sound, and then melt when they hit the ground.
The Yushu was surrounded by a large formation, which connected with the underground aura. The spiritual water condensed from time to time fell along the stone wall and reached the pool. It ticked and created layer after layer of ripples.
The surrounding spiritual energy gathered and formed a thick fog. When you were in it, you felt as if you were not in the human world, but in the sky.
There are not many places like this even among the three major sects in the world of immortality.
On the jade tree, a red bird with fire feathers was combing its hair. Suddenly, it stared with its round eyes, flapped its wings, and turned into a stream of light that fell on a man's shoulder.
This man was dressed in flowing brocade clothes, with a treasure belt around his waist. He had a white face and a thin figure. At this moment, he was sitting on a recliner not far away. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside. He frowned, waved his hand, and enveloped The large formation outside the house suddenly dissipated.
"Crash!"
Continuous rain falls from the sky and enters the soil, nourishing the vitality of all things. The man stretched out his palm, feeling the cold rain, and frowned even more.
"It's actually raining?"
At this moment, Li Huafeng's mood was like the sparse rain outside, which was not clear and very depressing. The thin raindrops are stretched into threads, from top to bottom, with an indescribable clarity, so thorough that it is hard to imagine.
"Jiji!"
The red bird on his shoulder flapped its wings and chirped, as if it didn't like the rain very much. A bit of rain fell on its feathers, making a tingling sound, and was instantly evaporated before it even got close.
"Okay, stop making trouble," Li Huafeng scolded, and then opened the formation again to cover the place. At the same time, a small sword flew out of his palm and disappeared into the sky.
Then, he started teasing the bird again and murmured to himself: "How can it rain in Qingzhou? What on earth are those people doing?"
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A sword light flew into Jinhua City. Surprisingly, the French net that blocked the monks' power did not react at all. The next moment, the sword light flew into a small courtyard.
In the yard, there was a continuous sound of tinkling.
A rain made the dry air moist, but the yard was in full swing. A middle-aged man was swinging a sledgehammer and sweating profusely.
His upper body was bare, revealing his muscular back. His bronze skin and muscles were full of strength.
Suddenly, just when he was about to drop the hammer, a sword light struck. The man raised his head, a divine light shot out of his eyes, defeated the sword light, and turned into a letter and fluttered down.
But the middle-aged man didn't care, as if he didn't see it. He was swinging the sledgehammer, flipping the pliers, and moving the red-hot iron.
Gradually, the red-hot iron block continued to take shape, resembling a sword. Watching the iron block take shape, the man put down the hammer, threw the unformed sword into the oven, and then picked up the envelope on the ground.
When he saw the contents of the letter, he frowned instantly. With a thought in his mind, a line of words appeared on the paper. Then he put the letter into an envelope and threw it away. When he took the envelope, it turned into a small sword and disappeared into the air.
"It's really difficult." The middle-aged man murmured to himself and sat down next to the oven. Under the light of the fire, a scar on his heart was looming.
"First Evolution"
Five days later, it rained again in Qingzhou.
The purple golden bowl continuously absorbs the spiritual energy in the air to maintain its operation.
At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared in the void. They were wearing black clothes and masks. They could not see their figures. They slowly moved closer, their magic power was flowing, and a stream of cold sword energy was directed towards Jinbo. Boom away.
The sword energy soars into the sky and the void trembles. The fiery red sword energy contains blazing high temperature and is about to fall onto the golden bowl.
"clang!"
At this moment, a bell rang, and around the golden bowl, a string of beads emitted Buddha's light, forming a barrier to protect the golden bowl.
The invisible sound waves vibrated, instantly shattering their sword energy.
The men in black looked at each other and said in a hoarse voice, "Use the magic weapon!"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man who was carrying a magic sword on his back. He was seen making seals with his hands, and the magic sword behind his back was immediately unsheathed. The cold sword light was so sharp that it directly separated this place from the outside. Come.
The domineering sword energy eliminated all the spiritual energy around him, and then struck the magic circle formed by the rosary. The rosary trembled slightly, and the brilliance on it became dim.
And the men in black did not stop and continued to attack the rosary. Under the siege of the magic weapon and everyone, after a cup of tea, the spiritual energy stored in the rosary was exhausted.
"Click, click!"
The invisible barrier burst into pieces, the void shook, and countless air currents exploded, revealing the golden bowl with raindrops inside. Seeing this scene, the people in black couldn't help but look happy.
