The Heavenly Cloud Sword, also known as the Kusanagi Sword and the Tomu Sword, is said to be the divine sword taken by Susanoo from the body of the Yaqi Orochi, and even the ten-held sword of the father of the gods of Dongying is not its opponent, and the eight-foot Qiong no Magatama and the eight-foot mirror are the three major artifacts of Dongying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

These three artifacts are not like the golden hoop rod and Xuanyuan sword in China that only exist in mythology, but they are actually preserved in kind, which have been preserved by the Dongying royal family and the shrine to this day.

The Heavenly Cloud Sword has always been collected in Atsuta Jingu, which is also an important reason why Ise Jingu Omiya Shitezuka Motoyasu is extremely nervous.

The outer area of Atsuta Jingu Shrine is free for visitors to visit. But the real core area has always been under strict lockdown, and no one is allowed to enter it except for the only high-ranking personnel of the shrine who are responsible for maintaining it.

In addition to this, there are secret outposts, plainclothes and snipers who keep a close watch on Atsuta Jingu Shrine 24 hours a day, and there are all kinds of absolutely cutting-edge security systems in the shrine. There hasn't been a single lapse in decades.

Half an hour ago, Tezuka Motoyasu came to the private lounge to rest after presiding over the god sacrifice, only to find that the sword was lying quietly here, as if waiting for him.

There was another reason that made him even more nervous.

The name of the Tencong Cloud Sword is an artifact, and Tezuka Motoyasu, as the most prestigious large company in the shrine main hall, has been fortunate enough to see it several times. He was sure and affirmed that the Tiancong Cloud Sword was just an ancient sword, slightly rusted and broken, full of traces left by history. It is impossible to really emit a thick fog like the legend, and you need to fold a fan to remove the fog to see the real face.

In fact, Dongying's other two artifacts are similar to the Tiancong Cloud Sword, at most they are precious cultural relics, a piece of jade, a bronze mirror, an ancient sword, and that's it.

But now, Tezuka Motoyasu has completely lost his due judgment. The Heavenly Cloud Sword in front of him, everything it revealed, was no different from the legend. Especially the sword, although it was only a glimpse, the sharp blade and the surging evil qi stimulated the nerves of his whole body.

He watched like this, for an hour, for two hours, until twilight came, and his mind was still a mess.

Dazed.

Deep dazed.

He didn't dare reach out to touch the artifact, and sat down until someone knocked softly on the door. His sanity returned to his body, supporting his sore body to stand up, staggering, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Yuan Taisan, haven't you rested yet?"

Pushing open the wooden door, standing outside the door was his friend, Abe Yoshimasa, who was also a priest of Ise Jingu, a thin old man with his shoulders down, with a pale and slightly sickly face.

A trace of panic flashed in Tezuka's eyes, and he subconsciously grabbed the wooden door and said, "Yoshichang-san, thank you for your concern." I was planning to take a break. Something suddenly came to mind. Ah, I'm sorry to bother you. ”

"What did Yuan Tai-san say? Ahem, I just happened to pass by and saw that Yuan Tai-jun was still on the light, so I came over to take a look. Abe Yoshimasa nodded, a pair of cloudy small eyes, but through the sandpaper of the wooden door, he secretly glanced at it.

Under the illumination of the light, you can clearly see the outline of the box reflected in the window paper.

Tezuka Mototai reluctantly smiled and said, "Yoshimasang-san, your health is not very good. Let's go and rest quickly, don't catch a cold. ”

"Oh, oh. Okay, Yuan Taisan. I'll go and rest first. ”

Abe Yoshimasa coughed twice, stepped on the clogs and turned to leave, his body becoming more and more rickety.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Abe Yoshimasa had gone away that Tezuka Motoyasu retreated to the room, turned off the light, and knelt quietly on the tatami mat. His eyes involuntarily fell on the Tiancong Cloud Sword, and after a long time, he took a deep breath, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed a number.

"Huan Ren. ”

"Teacher, what do you command? ”

"Tomorrow morning, you can arrange for some credible people to come to me. Remember, don't talk about it to anyone, and don't get anyone's attention. ”

"Hey, I'll do it. ”

"Also, you arrange for some people to go to Atsuta Shrine to arrange it, and I will go there in person. ”

"Hi. ”

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Shi Yongxiang, a 38-year-old farmer in Qingshuihe Village, Tonghai County, Gannan Province, stands alone in a field of radishes that have not been harvested, with a large bundle of dried radish seedlings at his feet on the dry and cracked soil.

May is the season for radishes to bloom, and it is supposed to be a beautiful sea of flowers. But now, the plot is like a person suffering from alopecia areata, and it is full of dazzling macula.

At the end of last year, the rainfall was abundant, and there was enough groundwater to store for a bumper harvest this year. But Shi Yongxiang couldn't understand how he broke his head, it could be so dry, not to mention the Qingshui River, even the groundwater, which was hundreds of meters deep, and not a drop of water could be seen.

8 acres of radishes, in previous years, there can be more than 6,000 yuan of income. Relying on this meager income, he supports a family of 7 people. The second daughter of the family is angry, and seeing that the college entrance examination is coming in July, she can get out of this poor place, live in a prosperous world, and change the situation of the whole family.

These 8 acres of radishes are the college tuition fees prepared for her.

But now, the hope of the whole family has been ravaged by the ruthless reality. Shi Yongxiang stared blankly at the dried radish seedlings, his eyes full of pathos and despair.

The drought came suddenly, from north to south, and swept across the entire province of Gannam. This barren and backward region has fallen into a nightmarish crisis.

Despite repeated emergency measures, and even a special response team, the state has mobilized hundreds of millions of human, material and financial resources, but it has not been able to stop the spread of the drought.

The water sources that have been mobilized will quickly disappear as soon as they hit the ground. Even if the water is put into the tank, after three or two days, it will be evaporated, and the drought will become more and more intense.

Countless people and animals have suffered from drought, high temperatures, and heat stroke. It felt like the whole area was being built on top of a huge stove, and the flames were constantly scorching.

Shi Yongxiang searched all his memories, but he had never seen such a terrible drought.

The field is the root of the peasant, and the crops are the life of the peasant. The drought is like a terrible demon, choking the necks of millions of peasants, and the next moment they will suffocate to death.

Shi Yongxiang remembered the earthen walls of his home full of awards, and saw the eyes full of curiosity, his heart was dripping blood and crying......

But he couldn't cry, as if even shedding a tear was an intolerable waste.

Shi Yongxiang is just an ordinary farmer, facing the loess with his back to the sky, and he may not be able to do anything great in his life. But he was diligent and kind, and like other peasant brothers, he was the unshakable foundation of the country.

And he is just one of the millions of farmers in Gannan.

"Lao Shi, you're in a daze. The village horn shouted, to build an altar by the river, and beg the dragon lord for rain. ”

There was a shout on the ridge, and the two villagers in the village carried a large bundle of radish tassels, and their situation was the same as Shi Yongxiang's, and the radish was not harvested and settled. The only thing they could do was not to waste the radish tassels and carry them back to feed the animals.

Rain.

Shi Yongxiang's chapped lips pursed, and a flash of joy suddenly jumped out of his empty eyes.

Dragon King!

The all-powerful dragon lord who descends on the rain, the dragon lord who admires and is extremely benevolent, the backbone of China, and the reliance of China.

It was the only name that touched his heartstrings.

Carrying the radish tassel on his back, his spine was a little stiff, but he tried to stand up, his eyes lit with hope, he took a deep breath, and strode towards home.

There is also an old hen at home, which was slaughtered as a tribute to the dragon king.

He thought to himself.