The clouds seemed to be thicker. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the rain is falling.

"It's raining.."

On his yellow, tired face, tears and rain intertwined, and the farmer stared at the sky in the middle of the field.

"It's raining, it's raining!" Clothes soaked, children frolicking in the rain despite the noise of adults.

"This year's autumn harvest will be vigorous." The old man leaned against the door frame in the middle of the house and watched the heavy rain outside.

In the city of Xuzhou, in the city government.

"God bless me Xuzhou!"

The heavy rain was majestic, Tao Qian looked at the people in the mansion and said with great joy: "Order people to summon all the ministries left and right, and set up a banquet with the city mansion tonight to celebrate the grace of the sky."

Xuzhou is dry, and there is no harvest at the end of autumn.

In a moment, when everyone went to summon the room, Tao Qian put away his joy and sighed in the mansion.

"The people have no food to live, and they are oppressed by their wealthy chaebols, and they all throw themselves into the crowd of yellow turbans."

When Xuzhou was in drought and the people were oppressed by it, Zhang Jiao once ordered people to come and preach.

A miraculous spell, a talisman to cure all diseases.

"Among the yellow turbans, it is really an immortal who has come into the world." And when all the people saw it, they threw themselves into it.

There is no food in drought, and the gate valve oppresses.

In order to make a living, the people are also forced to live.

They are also only at the end of the drought year, in order to beg for a bite to eat...

"But isn't the Dragon King in charge of the rain?"

In the inn, Zheng Qi retracted his thoughts, looked at his master and said, "Master, Xuzhou is dry, why doesn't the Dragon King rain rain?"

The thirteen states of the Han Dynasty, the clouds and rain, are all under the control of the Dragon King.

And now Xuzhou is drought, and there is not a drop of rain and dew falling.

"Why is the Dragon King so stupid."

Zheng Qi held the teacup in his hand, shook his head and whispered: "This is a clear thing, as long as it rains, it will benefit all living beings, it will be meritorious, and otherwise, it will be a loss."

The dragon king is in charge of the rain, which can be said to be a matter of worshipping the heavens, and performing merit and creation.

Relieving worries for the rain is all merit.

If the rain is dry and fruitless, it is a loss of yin.

"Is he not afraid of cause and effect now?"

Thinking in his heart, Zheng Qi guessed.

The teacup in his hand rippled, and a majestic figure appeared in his tea.

"How could I not know?"

The figure in the cup spoke, looked at Zheng Qi and argued: "But I am under the order of the Dao Ancestor, and there is no rain and dew without orders."

"No rain and dew without orders!"

After hearing the words of the figure, Zheng Qi was suddenly surprised.

One year, the Yellow Turban, Zhang Jiao, uprising.

"I see." Zheng Qi smiled, regardless of the stunned figure, and drank the tea in one gulp.

"You still need to train outside the world." Chen Peng walked over and sat down in front of the tea table.

The Yellow Turban Incident is imperative.

If the people had a bumper harvest and the world was peaceful, although the Yellow Turban Immortals had magical spells and the people yearned for it, no one would have rebelled.

After all, the majesty of the Han Dynasty has been consolidated, and the people of the world are only hungry.

And Zheng Qi has a good heart, and his thoughts are too simple.

"So a lot of things haven't been understood yet."

Chen Peng's mind turned around, first glanced at Zheng Qi, who seemed to be suspicious, and then looked at Pu Yuan, who was excited, and said, "Have you ever solved the disaster?"

"Disciple.."

Pu Yuan opened his mouth, intending to bow down, but after looking at Dao Ancestor, under the signal of his eyes, he bowed his head and replied respectfully and in a low voice: "The disciple has been solved."

Untie.

His solution is the confusion that Chen Peng said, and the opportunity for everyone to enter the WTO.

"Woe is the scourge of thunder and wind."

Pu Yuan smiled, the aura on his body was no longer chaotic, and with a strong suit, he looked honest and ordinary.

"I am now in the realm of heavenly immortals, and my cultivation is no less than that of the Five Elements Dao Gods."

Thinking in his heart, Pu Yuan looked at Zheng Qi with a smug look on his face.

Zheng Qi shook his head, his eyes were on the back of the don't go, and he didn't look at him.

"Haha."

Pu Yuan laughed, not caring.

The laughter echoed, and everyone in the inn was unaware of it, and the breath seemed to be absent.

However, after Chen Peng stepped into the inn, he had already broken through the realm of immortals that the pre-Qin Qi practitioners had only heard recorded in ancient texts.

Although the immortals are only separated from the immortals, they can generate supernatural powers on their own.

Therefore, a few days ago, everyone in the ancestral land envied the patriarch's skill in his sleeves.

"But when the Warring States Qin King was in the middle of the war, he had no immortals and supernatural powers, and he could only rely on pills to continue his life.."

Chen Peng's thoughts flashed, and the heavy rain stopped.

The clouds in the sky dispersed and the sun fell.

"That's it."

Chen Peng got up and walked outside the inn, Chuanyin said to the two: "You wait for the two of you, go to one place with this seat."

..

At the end of autumn, after a heavy rain today, the weather at this time was a little cooler, and the people went back to their homes to add clothes.

The streets of the town are muddy, children are playing, and merchants are pushing goods, carefully dodging.

But in the town, outside a mansion, there are four or five children covered in mud, shouting something to a child who is reciting bamboo slips in the mansion.

"Zhuge Liang, let's come out and play together?"

When the words sounded, I saw a young man, shouting at a child who was about four or five years old in the house.

"It's like, it's been a long time since it rained heavily, and I don't know when it will be next time." There were children covered in mud, but they didn't hide the joy on their faces.

"Do you want to talk to your father?" A child saw that the children in the house were unmoved, so he came up with an idea.

"Brother Liang, what do you think of the clay figurine I pinched?"

There is a temptation of a child holding a clay figurine in his hand.

However, no matter how they tempted, the child named Zhuge Liang in the mansion seemed to think of something, and after putting down the bamboo slips in his hand, his tone was a little lost, and he said to a few companions: "I'm afraid it won't work."

He recalled his father's instructions before leaving for Xuzhou in the morning.

Now outside the house, the happy looks of his companions, and the vivid clay figures.

"I envy them.."

Although Zhuge Liang's eyes showed struggle and yearning, after remembering his father's disappointed eyes when he returned at night, he still shook his head and said to a few partners outside the house: "It's really not good, the homework that my father asked me to memorize has not been completed."

"Forget it, let's play by ourselves."

"Every time I call him, I don't come out to play together."

"Let's go play."

"Let's go, let's go.."

Laughter was heard.

The children outside the house left noisily.

The courtyard is quiet.

In the courtyard, only Zhuge Liang himself was left, staring at the book in front of him in a daze.

"I want to play with them, too."

Two years ago, my mother died.

Only his father Zhuge Jia was left in the family.

Brother Zhuge Jin, who is seven years older.

Brother Zhuge Jun of the same age.

"But early this morning, my father took my brother and my younger brother to Xuzhou to do errands, and I couldn't return in the evening."

Zhuge Liang looked at the sky after the heavy rain.

"Read the book hard, and you will become a dragon.."

The appearance of my father came to mind, and the words of the years lingered in my mind.

Perhaps it was because of his deep expectations for Zhuge Liang, when he went to stay in the morning, he left him alone with his home to review yesterday's homework.

But for the young Zhuge Liang, the laughter of his companions outside the house left, and the quiet courtyard at this time was a little lonely and quiet.

"It's nice not to have to read.."

There was a faint sound of laughter in the distance, wanting to play with my friends, wanting to be carefree like ordinary people.

He looked down at the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Forget it, instead of thinking too much, it's better to finish today's homework early.."

Years of teaching, the handwriting on the bamboo slips is familiar to my father.

Zhuge Liang was young, but there was a smile on his jade-carved face.

"Can't let Daddy down."

Picking up the bamboo slip in his hand, his heart gradually calmed down.

In the courtyard, when the recitation sounded again.

"Naruto—"

Crisp, like a lark.

Tweets came from the sky.

He looked up curiously and saw a flaming bird in the sky, landing on the shoulder of a young man outside the courtyard.