"Did you lie to me or what? Just tell you that, even if you have great ability for your teacher, you can only ask for the gods in the sky, and it is impossible to be a teacher!" Lu Yifan said helplessly.

"No, I believe Master, as long as you nod your head, you will definitely be able to do it!" Sima Nan said firmly.

Paralyzed, it's not a good thing to have a brainless fan!

Lu Yifan could only say helplessly: "Let's take one step at a time, but let's say it first, I really won't use clouds and rain." “

"Great!!"

After getting Lu Yifan's assurance, Sima Nan finally settled down.

Outside the Ten Thousand Fruit Orchard.

At this time, meteorological experts from all over the country came here and gathered here to study the strange problems of Shonan meteorology.

Sima Nan took Lu Yifan all the way forward, and finally came to the center of Wanguoyuan.

At this time, Sima Tao was asking some questions to the experts present with a straight face.

Along the way, Lu Yifan can be regarded as shocking.

The fruit trees in the Ten Thousand Fruit Orchard were supposed to bear fruit in this autumn, but now, the leaves are scorched, the branches are dry, and some fruit trees have even been dead without water for a long time.

"Oh, what a sin!

A fruit farmer stands next to a tree and touches the charred leaves of a pear tree, his wrinkled face already full of old tears.

Lu Yifan walked over and asked, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey...... These trees in the Ten Thousand Fruit Orchard were planted by me and my old buddies, and after so many years, they are already the same as my children.

Now I can't do anything as I see them withering and dying......

I......

My heart really hurts as much as being struck by a knife!!"

The old fruit farmer said, trembling slightly, reaching out with a towel hanging around his neck to wipe his tears.

At this moment, Sima Nan pulled his father Sima Tao over and said with a smile: "Dad, look, I helped you find my master! ”

Sima Tao glanced at Lu Yifan, and found that it was actually the bodyguard boy who came with Xuanyuan Bing that day, so he glared at Sima Nan angrily and scolded: "Nonsense! Do you know what kind of place this is? It's not a place for you to play around!"

Your dad doesn't have time to play with you now, if you want to play, take your friends out and play by yourself!"

Sima Tao was already very restrained in speaking, after all, it was still for Xuanyuan Bing's face, and it was not good to directly drive Lu Yifan away.

He didn't believe his son's at all.

What killed a forty-meter snake with a sword, what subdued a female ghost, and subdued the 10,000-year-old zombie king!

What do you mean?

It's like a mentally ill person saying something without taking medicine!

His master, Lu Yifan, is in his early 20s, five or six years younger than Sima Nan, and he even looks like a high school student, can he be called a master?

Lu Yifan also saw Sima Tao's distrust.

He wasn't angry, he just asked lightly, "Can you tell me about the situation now?"

Sima Tao seemed to be exhausted, pinching his eyes and saying: "Wanguoyuan is over, and my career is almost over." After six months of no rain, some of the drought-tolerant trees in the orchard were dying.

This is a disaster from heaven!"

Just then, a voice came.

"Hahahaha, Brother Sima, don't come unharmed!"

I saw a middle-aged fat man in a Mao suit with a big belly, holding a birdcage, walking over with a mocking smile on his face.

Beside him was an old man with a white beard, fairy wind bones, and a Taoist robe.

Sima Tao's face changed and said, "What are you doing?"

Sima Nan immediately explained in a low voice: "This dead fat man Zhen Jian is also a contender for the next governor of Handong Province. The leader above has already spoken, asking my dad to solve the problem of Shonan City with this dead fat man.

Whoever can solve the problem will be promoted and rich!"

"Hahaha, what am I going to do? I'll tell you the truth, Brother Sima, this is the Qingxu Daoist I invited from Zhongnan Mountain.

He is an old man who is proficient in the art of Zhou Yi Bagua, and he knows the metaphysics of Feng Shui very well!

This time, I invited him to come to solve the problem of rain in Shonan City. Zhen Jian said proudly.

Sima Tao couldn't help laughing and said, "Isn't it Mr. Feng Shui? What he said is true! I said Zhen Jian, you would actually think of using superstition to solve the problem, and you really have it!"

"Bold! You dare to be so unreasonable to Qingxu Dao Chief!" Zhen Jian's face changed and he said angrily.

The Taoist priest named Qingxu sneered, shook his head and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "Mortals are mortals after all, short-sighted, and do not know awe.

Let's just let you see the ability of the poor road!

Hey !!"

As he spoke, Qingxu Dao let out a long roar, and constantly formed one magic seal after another in his hand, and circled under a pear tree according to the direction of the eight trigrams.

While the palm of his hand was sealed, the head of the Qingxu Dao recited words in his mouth.

After reciting the mantra for a whole nine hundred and eighty-one years, he slowly opened his eyes and shouted again: "Bloom!"

I saw a dizzying white light suddenly emit under the pear tree!

A gossip array slowly circulates under the tree!

At the same time as the Bagua Array was turning, Lu Yifan felt that the aura of heaven and earth was constantly surging into the withered pear tree, making it rejuvenate.

The next moment, a miracle happened!

The leaves of the dead pear tree turned from scorched yellow to green!

After that, at a speed visible to the naked eye, small white flowers are born!!

Everyone present erupted in shock!

"Oh my God!!"

"What did I see?!"

"God-man!"

"This Dao Master can make a dead tree bloom!"

"Perhaps, he can really solve the problem of rain in Shonan. ”

"It seems that the position of the governor of a province this time is none other than Zhen Jian!"

......

Zhen Jian also looked at Sima Tao, who was already dead, and said with a smile: "Brother Sima, how is it?"

Sima Tao looked at the pear tree full of white flowers, sighed long, as if he was twenty years old, and said decadently: "If you can solve the problem of eating for hundreds of thousands of fruit farmers in Xiangnan City."

What if the position of governor of the province is given to you?"

"Let's hahahaha, Brother Sima, you seem to have made a mistake! This position originally belonged to me!

You have the ability, you can also find someone to solve the problem!" Zhen Jian smiled proudly.

Seeing his snort, Gong Zili almost couldn't help but smack him.