It's hard to be a good teacher

The national teacher stepped up to the high platform step by step, and the two little boys dragged his long pendulum behind him, their immortal aura was overwhelming, as if they were about to become immortals. "He's so handsome..." "It's like a fairy coming down to earth!" Some of the ladies in the capital were sitting in the sedan chair, parting the curtain of the sedan chair with their hands, and blushing when they saw it.

Little did he know that the national teacher had completely escaped from his celestial shell, and his soul had already drifted into the sky.

In the past two days, the National Teacher conducted a carpet-like search of the National Teacher Tower, every stack of manuscripts, every gap, behind the bookshelves, and under the famous paintings.After searching for a day and a half, I found nothing, and got countless strange gazes from the maids of the whole tower.

There is still an afternoon before the rain praying ceremony, but the former national teacher has never written anything about praying for rain, piles of calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, Qimen Dunjia, and local strange stories, what a clue Not to him either!

The national teacher suddenly wanted to cry.So he ran to the highest floor of the National Teacher Tower and looked up at the sun at a 45-degree angle.Today's sun is unusual, it is shining white, and there is a halo around it.

It's a solar halo.

The ancients said: "When the sun halos, it rains at three o'clock, and when the moon halos, it winds at noon." When the sun halos together, there will be heavy rain tonight.

However, the national teacher thought again: this time is not quite right, if it rained earlier, how can I say that I prayed for the rain?

At this time, the maid reminded softly: "Master, the inkstone is ready."

It's all the fault of the Guimao Guoshi from before. It's fine to be a fortune teller and divination, but to pretend to be an intellectual and write and draw every day!Fortunately, the interest class that my parents had reported before did not fall, I licked the ink and scratched the pen, and waved my hand and said, "There is only Du Kang who can relieve your worries."Then change to a small pen and make a payment, a card with a red clay printing table and a white jade stamp, and the work is completed!

Standard Youth Palace level.

The national teacher shook his head and had already reached the middle of the high platform.

There was no rain last night and the ground was dry.The colored silk fluttered on the high platform, and the silver bell rang frequently. Seeing the national teacher standing still, the eunuch under the stage sank into his dantian and shouted: "Ceremony, get up!"

The national teacher looked up at the sky, the morning glow had already indicated that there must be heavy rain today, and there was only one chance left.The air was sticky and stuffy, and he was wearing a thick and luxurious dress, which was all stuck to his body at this moment.

Inhale and exhale, never miss!

"When the wind blows, the clouds are flying." The national teacher shook his sleeves slightly, and opened his mouth to sing a song of the wind, hoping that the wind would bring dark clouds, and the heavy rain would fall immediately.

"Vega Hainei is returning home," the voice was not very loud, but all the dignitaries present were shocked, and everyone in the audience fell to their knees.Only the national teacher secretly regretted it, if he knew it earlier, he would have procrastinated by reciting a long poem like Jiugeshangui!

"An De warrior guards all directions!" The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the high platform, the man in white clothes Saixue, who looked like a phantom, could not arouse the hatred and disgust in his heart for the first time.

Everyone felt that their eyes were dark, and a strong wind suddenly picked up, flying sand and rocks, and the curtains of the sedan chairs of the ladies were also lifted, just in time to see the white-clothed national teacher who raised his hands to the sky on the high platform.

"Pray for rain, worship!" The eunuch in the audience shouted, his voice was shattered by the strong wind.

Suddenly someone felt cold on his face: "It's raining! It's raining!"

The heavy rain poured down, and the bean-sized raindrops fell down frantically.

There was another person on the high platform, standing with his hands behind his back, without an umbrella or shelter from the rain, just like that, he was drenched in the rain.The raindrops on his body seemed to gather all the light on him alone.

National Teacher: It's over, I forgot to bring my umbrella.

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