A few dark clouds fell sparsely during the day, but in the evening they swelled rapidly like a turbulent ocean, that is, black and thick, covering most of the sky, in which lightning and thunder alternated from time to time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

To make matters worse, a fierce wind began to blow on the plains, blowing people's clothes and kicking up pieces of crumbling loess and grass clippings.

The whole procession suddenly stopped, and the people realized what was happening, and their faces became extremely ugly, and the children's little faces were pale, and they no longer moved mischievously, but clung to their mother's arm in silence and fear.

The ox carrying the supplies began to exhale restlessly, and seemed a little irritable.

"Quick, everyone quickly set up the tents, leaned together, and set up one piece. At Rodin's shouting, everyone quickly got busy. It was all flat terrain, and there was not even a large rock to shelter from the wind and rain, so I had to hope for a tent.

After the tent was set up, everyone then used a wooden stake more than half a meter long to firmly fix it, and more than 30 tents were tightly attached to each other, looking like a black ocean from a distance. The big oxen were driven to the very center, tied tightly to the stakes, and then lovingly covered them with a huge tent, still "mooing" restlessly.

There were no torches, no noise, the mothers held their children tightly in the tents, the old people lay quietly, and Rodin and a few members of the team lived in the outermost tents.

All held their breath, quietly waiting, enjoying the brief calm before the storm.

"Boom-" A continuous roar exploded in my ears, like a drum, and my heart couldn't stop beating faster with it. Rodin looked through the gap in the tent and looked at the sky, where the clouds were thick, and the blazing silver serpents were constantly winding and flashing under the canopy.

The wild north wind roared and roared, making the tent whirring and whistling, and Rodin was about to lose his eyes, and the small clusters of bushes, leaves, and mounds of earth on the ground rose one after another, and floated in the wind into the distance.

While the children in the tent were waiting, the wind suddenly stopped, and the air was filled with a moment of tranquility.

"Boom-" A thunderbolt exploded.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the rain fell.

Rodin ate some jerky in the tent, and looked out through the tent, only to feel that there was an incomparably wide beaded curtain hanging between heaven and earth, a misty piece.

However, it didn't take long for the rain to grow rapidly from a trace to a stream, a clump, like a heavenly river bursting and crackling on the tent.

The tents were like canoes in the rapids, ravaged by the storm, swaying from side to side, and the stakes deep into the ground creaked and seemed to capsize in an instant.

Inside the tent, Rodin looked calm, but his heart began to beat wildly, he had an impulse to run, shout, and swing his sword between the roaring heaven and earth, how hearty it would be!

Thinking so, his eyes became more and more intense as he stared at the scene outside the tent.

"Ahh

There's a hint of familiarity in the voice, Cynthia?

"It's raining so hard outside, where are you going, don't go, come and take a sip or two to go to the cold, this is the Vekima champion I stole from the tavern. ”

Ignoring Fletcher, Rodin pulled open the tent without hesitation and stepped out.

"Bang la la", the icy downpour instantly drenched him, the wind blew, and the clothes clinged to his body, revealing his well-defined muscle lines. Not far from view, a stake in the corner of a tent was blown open and flew into the air.

At this moment, there are three figures standing outside the tent, the first one is desperately pulling and pressing the tent, the white face is mixed with tears and rain, her shallow clothes are wet by the rainstorm, clinging to her body, revealing a slender curve, two double ponytails are hanging wetly, and another middle-aged woman is curled up in the upper body, and the expression on her face is like embracing the whole world, firmly protecting a small baby in her arms.

"Ho!" roared Rodin and rushed to them against the storm, his right hand grabbed the blown tent and dragged it to the ground with ease, and then pressed his legs up to stabilize the corner. The little girl Cynthia was stunned for a moment.

Rodin shouted, "Quick, go get a stake, and let your mother and brother go into the tent to take shelter from the rain, or the child will be in trouble if he gets gonorrhea." “

The woman holding the child also heard his voice, gave him a grateful look, and simply entered the tent. In a moment, Cynthia fetched the stake.

Rodin tied the stake, pressed it to the ground with his hand, and then stepped on it a few times, with his present strength, he easily stepped the stake into the ground, and then he fixed the other stakes again.

"Whew-" Taking a deep breath, he felt as if he had small hands massaging his whole body as the cold rain hit him. "Comfortable. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly felt that in this wild nature, there was a force in his heart that kept taking root, sprouting, and growing.

"Lord Rodin, come in!" suddenly a crisp shout woke him from his inexplicable state. He leaned into the gap in the tent, looked at the little girl's transparent face that was white after being wet by the rain, and said in a soft tone: "You quickly change your wet clothes, rub your body warm, especially that little baby, and give him a good care of his whole body." “

In this era, the medical conditions are far inferior to those on earth, and a small cold and fever can kill people if they are not treated in time. Of course, this is only for the general public, and the aristocracy or the big power is a different matter.

Seeing Cynthia's stubborn little face, he just smiled and comforted: "Don't worry about me, I've been to the sword mountain and the sea of fire, this little rain is not enough for me to take a bath." Close your tent quickly. With that, Rodin pulled away, ignoring the tearful figure behind him.

There are some uneasy elements in his heart, and there are also some stubborn factors, which make him unable to calmly share a room with two women; On the other hand, he has more important things to do, although he does not admit that it is due to some sense of responsibility.

Rodin looked around the blackened tent, and began his great cause of "stepping on the gopher" with a freehand expression, stepping on the stakes one by one with his left foot and his right foot on the shoulder.

"I stepped on, I stepped on, I stepped on it. The corners of his mouth hummed a dynamic melody, and his body happily rose and fell with the rhythm, swaying from side to side. I saw that in the rain splashing, a figure was like a neurosis, jumping up and down and twisting its body. When the children in the tent saw this dark shadow, they couldn't help but exclaim and hugged their mother, while the gray-haired old people wiped their faces with trembling hands and kept praying at the corners of their mouths.

Rodin took a lot of time to fix all the tents and check the stability, and finally went to the center to take care of the big scalper.

"Haha, good Rodin. I praised myself, looking at the warm light in the tent, and my heart also felt a little warm.

GO BACK TO THE TENT AND REST?NO, NO, NO, SINCE I'VE TRIED TO PRACTICE UNDERWATER AND IN MY SLEEP, WHAT COULD BE MORE APPROPRIATE THAN NOW?

Such a wonderful moment, it's time to start a grand practice!

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Rodin slowly pulled out "Erwin", dragged his bandaged left hand, and held the hilt of the sword firmly with his right hand, and once again started the fanatical cultivation mode.

In this world, only power is eternal. And if he wants to gain power, is there a better way than to persevere?

It seems that I have heard that perseverance is also a talent.