Poetry clouds, flowing fire in July, clothes in September.

The July Flowing Fire means that in July, the Great Mars travels westward and the weather begins to cool.

However, this year, the weather is good, and now it is July, but even if the afterglow is exhausted and the night falls, it is still steaming hot, and there is no coolness.

The dog spits out its tongue and pants heavily, and even the rumination of the cow seems to be filled with heat.

The hot room was so stuffy that they couldn't even breathe, and people couldn't stay any longer, so they hid under the big trees outside the house, holding a pu fan and fanning it weakly.

It's just that the wind that comes out of the fan is also hot, and the more it fans, the more sweaty it is, so it's better not to fan.

The most energetic children in the past have lost their spirits at this time, and lie on the trunk of the tree, trying to wait for the arrival of the ethereal cool breeze.

"This day, it's really abnormal, it's July, why is it still so hot."

"There is clearly only one sun in the sky, but it seems to have ten suns, and it is so hot that people want to go into the well."

"The well water is dry, and even if you hide under the well, it won't necessarily be cool."

"If it gets hot like this, the crops won't be able to live."

"If it continues to be so hot, let alone the crops, people will not be able to live."

"I heard that a few people died in Gantang Village a few days ago, and they were sunburned to death."

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The adults chatted and complained about the strange ghost weather.

The air was really hot and unbearable.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was cultivating in Gu Niang Temple, also walked out of the study at this time.

She is a ghost, not afraid of heat like a human, but because of the cultivation of "Yimu Jue", she decided to go out.

When she passed by the octagonal pavilion in the garden, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

The beautiful scenery of lotus leaves, fields and green water in Tinghu Lake has long been sunburned. Now it has dried up to a shallow puddle, which is about the amount of water that can float a paper boat.

Because of the drought, the grass and trees in the garden were still wilting after nightfall, and the oleander tree, which had bloomed for several months, withered and lost its leaves, revealing bare peach branches.

This year's weather has been extremely unusual. It hasn't rained a drop since the beginning of summer.

So much so that the vegetation of the arid land withered, the streams cut off, and the rivers dried up.

Even the Gan River, the mother river that flows through the town of Gan, has reached an all-time low, revealing large areas of cracked riverbed.

Recently, there have been many more good men and women who come to the temple to offer incense than on weekdays, and they all come to pray for rain.

But God is not beautiful, no matter how sincere everyone is, God just didn't even shed a drop of crocodile tears.

After Nie Xiaoqian got out of the Gu Niang Temple, she drifted to the mountain peak.

There has been no rain for months, and the vegetation on the top of the mountain has long since withered. There are bare rocks and dirt everywhere.

In the middle of the night, no matter how good the mountain view is, there is nothing to see.

Not to mention that Nie Xiaoqian, who didn't come to wait for the sunrise, found a boulder and sat cross-legged.

She has practiced the formula of "Yimu Jue" thousands of times, and she is familiar with it in her heart, so she immediately locked her mind, concentrated her energy, pinched the magic trick in her hand, and began to recite the mantra of "Yimu Jue".

A place where vegetation is lush. The wood gas is naturally strong.

And "Yimu Jue" allows her to extract the wood gas contained in the grass and trees.

And so it didn't take long. Beneath the peaks, where the vegetation is relatively lush, a trace of greenery escapes from it.

This trace of green is extremely subtle, it cannot be detected by the naked eye alone, and only a monk who knows how to look at qi can sense it.

Little greenery adds up. Nie Xiaoqian soon felt a hint of coolness wafting from all directions.

Her mind moved, and the greenery spun sharply, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, gathered between her hands, condensed into a round ball the size of a mung bean.

It's like what she saw in the small world of wooden characters and jade slips. The ball of the green sea held by the unknown man.

Of course, the ball of wood qi she condensed was only a little bit of wood qi, and it was just in its form, and it could not be compared to the ball of the green sea that was hidden in the sea.

As the wood gas became more and more, the green wood gas ball became bigger and bigger, and it seemed that as long as Nie Xiaoqian didn't stop casting the "Yimu Jue", the wood gas ball could expand indefinitely.

However, Nie Xiaoqian stopped when the wood gas ball accumulated to the size of an egg.

For she noticed that the nearest plants and trees were already wilting, and if she continued, they would wither because the wood qi had been completely extracted.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost.

Nie Xiaoqian's body lacked wood energy, and when she cast the "Yimu Jue", the essence of the grass and trees was forced to be lost, and the water flowed to a lower place, flowing towards her.

But what Nie Xiaoqian didn't know was that there was once a monk who was proficient in the spell of "Yimu Jue", and unscrupulously cast "Yimu Jue", extracting all the wood qi of an oasis overnight, turning it into a desert, leaving endless harm.

She is currently on the "Yimu Jue", and she has only just gotten a glimpse of the way, and she has not turned the oasis into a desert and other powerful cultivation.

And she is not a predatory monk, there is no need to do such a thing as turning mountains and forests into nothing, and she will not do it.

Her original intention of cultivating "Otogi Jue" was simply because she was interested in this spell.

What's more, this spell is by no means only capable of plundering the essence of plants and trees.

Nie Xiaoqian escorted the egg-sized wooden gas ball down from the mountain and went straight to Daoxiang Village.

If the extracted wood gas is not used in time, it will quickly dissipate and return to nature.

In the middle of the moon, the night was dark, and the village of Daoxiang was quiet, with the occasional dog barking, but it fell silent again as she passed.

After a while, she passed through Daoxiang Village and floated to a rice field by the river.

Although the river is close at hand, the water is almost dry and the bottom of the canal has dried up to fine sand.

The paddy fields that lack water are all dry and cracked, like a big mouth looking through the clouds.

Finally, there was a gust of wind, like a hot wind.

Right now, this is the rice field of Ping'an's family, the grass leaves are undulating with the wind, and the unripe rice waves are surging and rustling.

The round ball of wood qi between Nie Xiaoqian's hands slowly rose with her thoughts, and when it reached the middle of the rice field, it was like a goddess scattering flowers, spreading out in all directions, falling on the dying rice grass one by one.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wood gas fell silently and merged into the rice harvest.

Accepting the woody and moist rice harvest, it can be seen that there is a little more vitality in just a few breaths.

Seeing that this piece of rice was saved at once, Nie Xiaoqian was not happy in her heart.

Although she is not a real Gu Niang, she is pinned on Gu Niang's temple, and she has received the blessings of incense and faith from the villagers and elders of Shili and Eight Towns, so she wants to do her best to help these villagers who have suffered from drought.

But her ability is limited, and she can save the crops of the Ping An family, but there are still thousands of crops.

Even if she cultivated high enough to completely extract the wood qi of the entire mountain forest, it would be a drop in the bucket compared to the crops that needed to be watered urgently.

Besides, if she does this, she will only dry up the rivers and fish and burn the forests to hunt.

Nie Xiaoqian knew very well that in fact, what the farmers needed most was water, not a little bit of wood gas that she drew from other plants and trees. (To be continued......)