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Everyone in the comprehension world knows that as the aura becomes thinner, there will be no more dragons in this world.

It is said that in the depths of the Dead Sea, there is a 5000-year-old Jiao, which is the closest spiritual creature to a dragon.

But among the population of Qianqu, not only the silver dragon came into the world when the gate was opened, but also colorful clouds filled the sky, flower petals fluttered, and fairy music burst out.

Memory can lie.When a long-awaited event happens, people will always beautify it subconsciously until they regard their imagination as reality.

Three people become tigers, not to mention hundreds of people vowed that day, claiming to have seen a miracle with their own eyes.They described every scale and every long beard of the silver dragon vividly.

In fact, it only took more than half a day to open the gate on that day, and the water was moderate, not as grand and earth-shattering as people said.

Thousands of canals are sparsely populated, and only one-third of the water channels have been dug, barely filling six canals, allowing twelve villages to have water available.

The river water reflects the scorching sun in summer, with silver light, which is completely opposite to the dark ancient well.

After many years, the people of Qianqu finally saw the gurgling and flowing water again.

The third team of river workers who were waiting for Xiumu returned to their hometown with grain and meat. His wife lit a fire and cooked a fragrant broth. The neighbors pushed open the doors and windows and looked at the smoke enviously.

The family members were worried at first, but they saw that the husbands and sons who came back all had rosy complexions and radiant spirits, and some of them were a little fatter than before.

When I asked about the fortifications of the river, I couldn't help crying with joy.

Excited, he surrounded Xin Si Nong, who had returned to his hometown:

"If there is such a miracle, you should go to the temple to pay homage to the golden body of Song Xianguan."

Carpenter Liu frowned: "You all know that this idea is unacceptable. The temple has been locked, and Song Xianguan didn't make a golden body at all, let alone allow people to worship."

The fellow villagers were not afraid of him, and still laughed and said, "Master Si Nong, please be accommodating. You build a wooden statue of a Song fairy official, and we will put it in the village, erect a longevity tablet, and worship quietly, so that no one will know."

Liu Er coughed twice and lowered his voice: "It's okay, don't say I carved it."

The sculpture of Carpenter Liu is lifelike and has a unique charm.

Those who had never seen Song Qianji saw it, and thought that this was what the Immortal Official looked like in their imagination.

Calm and generous, gentle yet majestic.

Ten miles and eight villages rushed to follow suit, and Song Qianji's wooden statues, stone statues, wax statues and other statues were moved into the ancestral halls of each village and placed on the altars of every household.

Green smoke flew into the clouds, and the wind and clouds gathered over Qianqu, like a giant beast swallowing clouds and fog.

Invisible air luck is like a trickle, gathering from all directions and pouring into the Immortal Mansion.

However, Song Qianji, who pretended to be proficient in "Qi Wang Shu" and "opening the eyes of the sky", was completely unaware of the danger that was close at hand.

He was lowering his head, gently blowing open a budding pink lotus.

The untwisted black hair poured down and landed on the green lotus leaves.

After moving to Xinsong Academy, his little lotus roots no longer have to squeeze under the eaves, and they don't need spotlights to illuminate them manually.

After a few days of warm sun in midsummer, layers of green leaves cover the water surface, holding crystal water droplets and sliding with the wind.The buds on the lotus stalks are heavy, with wide and thick petals, white and pink edges, like a huge and plump peach.

The tightly closed petals are slowly opened under the fiddle, revealing the small green lotus pod hidden in it.

Song Qianji couldn't help smiling.

If you can dig a lotus pond, plant different varieties and colors of lotus root, make a few fried lotus root slices, lotus seed soup, sweet-scented osmanthus and Gorgon fruit, it will be better than eating noodles every day.

Only half a lotus pond the size of Yaoguang Lake is enough for him to plant for a whole summer.Song Qianji thought to himself.

That night, Ji Chen came to learn chess as usual, and after losing three games in a row, he resigned to his fate and accepted his son. He suddenly heard Song Qianji say:

"It's almost time."

Ji Chen was startled, thinking that he played too badly tonight, which disappointed Song Qianji:

"Don't, Brother Song, I'm still too early to be a teacher, I can still save you!"

"It's not you." Song Qianji got up, dragged the recliner, found a suitable place under the flower stand, looked up at the hazy moon, "Go."

Since then, Song Qianji has been busy in the fields during the day.

Every night at si o'clock, no guests, no discussion, no rest, no meditation, just lean on the recliner, breathe lightly, and silently promote the exercise of "happy rain on a spring night".

But in the eyes of others, he is motionless, as if wandering away.

No matter who came to ask him what to do, he only said two words: wait for the rain.

Everyone was stunned.

Ji Chen tentatively said: "Brother Song, it hasn't rained in Qianqu for three years. Why don't I spend some money to hire a few great formation masters to set up a cloud and rain formation in the sky and see if I can squeeze out a few drops of water? It falls to the ground , is it raining?"

Song Qianji smiled and refused: "No."

"Then why wait?"

"Wait."

Ji Chen muttered: "Yu is not Daoyou Zhao, he will come as soon as you wait for him. Alas, I don't know when we will be able to wait for the next Daoyou Zhao."

After Zhao Ren was released, Ji Chen still misses him often.To be precise, it was the feeling of missing the test on a living person.

He plays chess, scores, and practice formations every day, and he always feels that talking about wars on paper is almost meaningless.

Ji Chen found Meng Heze, who was practicing swords, and the two began to play together again.

"Brother Song does that every night, why don't you persuade him?"

Meng Heze shook his head: "No."

Ji Chen was surprised: "Why?"

Meng Heze looked at the sky: "Because he used to really wait for the rain."

The news that Song Xianguan was waiting for the rain spread from the Xianguan mansion, to the countryside, and to every village.