"A few clouds!"

Zhuchen called out and squatted on the ground, motioning for her to come over.

Liao Lioyun turned around and ran towards her, smiling and throwing herself into her arms.

Zhuchen held her face in his hands and asked: "Liao Lioyun, do you like the rain?"

Liao Lioyun felt guilty, put her hands into the square pockets in front of her clothes, and whispered, "There are no more clouds."

"Sister, take you to catch the clouds?" Zhuchen said, "Can you bring back the dark clouds that are raining far away?"

Zhuchen told her that there were continuous heavy rains in many places in the distance, causing rain disasters. He hoped that she could transport the clouds to Chaowen. Only she could do such a powerful thing.

Liao Liao Yun was excited after hearing this, her cheeks turned red, she clenched her fists and said loudly: "I can! Liao Liao Yun can hide them!"

The pocket on the front of Liao Lioyun's clothes seems to be very versatile, and anything can be stuffed into it. Zhuchen has seen it several times. She throws fruits and wood into it casually, and then takes it out casually, just like the treasures in a dream.

It’s the same as a bag. It turns out it can also hold clouds.

All channel friends listened to the conversation between the two and couldn't believe it. They said in a dream: "Really, is it true?"

He has been a monk for so many years, but he has never heard that flood disasters can be solved by this method.

Zhuchen said: "Why did I lie to you?" This is the legendary cloud technology.

Chaowen is indeed a person who is at the forefront of the times!

Regardless of how they operated, Quantong believed Zhuchen and hurriedly asked: "When will we set off?"

Zhuchen said: "Hurry up early, not late."

"You're right! Then let's go to Fuqiu Sect first. This sect is not far from Chaowen. The terrain is low and the situation is severe. I came from there." Quan Tong nodded repeatedly and summoned himself directly.

sword, "Leave immediately!"

Zhuchen also breathed a sigh of relief. She had a legitimate reason to go out and escape. During the two days she left, she hoped that Feng Buye and Liang Hongluo would be normal.

"Let me explain something first. Wait a moment."

Yun La had to have a place to store when he came over, so Zhuchen asked the people in Chaowen to put down their work for the next two days, work together to dig a fish pond, and put the previously shelved breeding plan on the agenda at once.

The clouds that have been affected by Liaoliu Yun should have more or less a fairy spirit, and maybe they can remove the earthy smell from the fish. If not, they can also be used as a water storage tank, and everyone can eat the vegetables they have grown.

It’s all agreed upon.

After Zhuchen announced this, his junior brother was extremely happy.

He didn't know why all his dreams came true overnight. His master fed him, his senior sister opened a fish pond, and his senior brother could practice swordplay with him.

It is such a blessing to be the apprentice of their Lao Feng family!

I was so grateful when I heard it, but I felt like the world was shattering.

Feng Buye and Liang Hongluo didn't deal with them at all, but now that Zhuchen is not at home, they don't even need to take care of their basic face, so what's the point?

After Zhuchen left, he was all alone. How could he bear it?

It's a pity that Zhuchen didn't wait for him to stay, he just picked up Liao Lianyun and flew away with his sword as if he was running away.

The Fuqiu Sect's sect is located in a subsided area, similar to the terrain of a basin. Because there is always little rain in the area and it is not close to the sea, it rarely encounters waterlogging.

The town is surrounded by sloping hills, which don't look steep and slope upward smoothly. A road winds its way into it, covered by dense forests, making it impossible to see the depth.

When the sect was originally built here, the disciples all thought it was exquisite. Therefore, the scenery here is beautiful and artistic. It is also a place where wind and water are stored, where wealth can be collected and blessings can be gathered. It can be summed up in two words as "Yaofa".

The sect has been going smoothly for many years, and the sect has been prospering day by day. Who knew that a heavy rain would threaten to destroy the sect.

At first, when it rained all day long, everyone didn't take it seriously. They discussed it calmly and said that it has been this season for many years and it will be very cold this winter, so they need to prepare more clothes.

The rain began to accumulate on the second day. In less than half a day, the rainwater seeping down from high places submerged most of the town.

The head of the Fuqiu Sect was so panicked that he felt like crying but had no tears left. He quickly ordered his disciples to go and save the people.

He contacted several familiar sects and wanted to take refuge, but found that everyone was too busy taking care of themselves and had no choice but to temporarily bring the people up halfway up the mountain to wait for the water to recede.

As a result, the water level rose from the ground to the roof, and then from the roof to the sect gate on the mountainside. If it rained for two more days, they might not even be able to save the main hall.

The head of the Fuqiu Sect sat in the ancestral hall, praying in grief for his ancestors to appear, and at the same time asked the monks to move the refugees to the top of the mountain first to prevent the situation from becoming serious.

He put three sticks of incense into the copper stove, bowed earnestly, then lifted up his sore legs and walked to the square to preside over the overall situation.

Standing on the mountain road, you can see a group of young monks flying in the air with swords, rescuing food and bedding in the city.

The monks learned how to live without food and could survive for a period of time without eating. The common people would not be able to survive without these daily necessities. Therefore, the young people could not afford to slack off and could not live in the wind and rain, following the direction pointed by the common people.

, search for supplies that can still be saved in the city.

However, they had been working hard for two consecutive days and could not sleep at night. Their eyes could not close and their bodies were extremely tired. The monks with lower cultivation levels had already fallen down and were lying on the side talking nonsense. Those who could persist until now had spiritual power in their bodies.

He was also extremely sleepy and relied solely on his will to hold on.

A young man stood on his sword dragging a sack and struggled to pull up the things in his hands. The bag of clothes was soaked in water and was as heavy as a boulder. He stood crookedly, his vision blurred by the heavy rain and he could not see clearly.

, accidentally fell down.

The sword lost control and fell into the water.

The disciple who saw him shouted out loud: "Master! Senior Brother Wang fell into the water!"

Perhaps due to exhaustion, the person who fell into the water simply flopped twice and then stopped moving.

The head of the Fuqiu Sect was startled, and he stuck his head out to look. Seeing that the water was calm, he clapped his legs anxiously: "Oh! My disciple! My beloved disciple! God kill me too!!"

Unlike the Pu Feng Sect, the Fuqiu Sect does not actually have any advanced cultivation methods, and there are no powerful monks who can take charge. Most of the disciples are not very good at fighting and can only jump around repeatedly on the edge of the entrance.

The sect's development to the extent it is today relies entirely on the technology of refining medicine and planting. In other words... they rely on knowledge.

The leader looked about to rush out, but was tightly held by the disciples beside him.

"Master, master, please think twice! You are already old!"

"Senior Brother Wang, come up quickly!"

"Senior Brother Wang, please make a sound and I will come to save you!"

"Who knows how to swim! Who here knows how to swim!"

The water surface was extremely turbid, like yellow and black mud, with all kinds of debris floating on it. There was also rain interference, so if the young man didn't struggle, he would not be able to find him.

A group of monks kept wandering around the place where the young man fell into the water, but they still found nothing.

The leader clenched his hands tightly and lost his image. He raised his head and cried loudly to the sky: "Master--! Do you want to destroy me, Fuqiu! I have never done anything harmful to nature in my life. I beg my ancestors to save my little disciple."

One life!"

Suddenly, a ray of purple light rushed from a distance, and the sword energy on the magic weapon directly broke a crack in the water surface. It was so fast that everyone could only see the traces of waves left after it flew by. It seemed that even the rain was afraid of it.

With his sword intent, he avoided the intruder and splashed out a layer of white water.

As everyone chased the figure of that day's visitor, they saw the long sword suddenly fly away from her feet, and the silhouette that looked like a giant jumped directly into the water, running above it as if it were walking on flat ground.

The monks were shocked that she could come and go freely on the water, and her spiritual power was controlled so well that no one could detect any unnecessary fluctuations. Seeing her approaching, they subconsciously made way for her.

The visitor was dressed in white, with an elegant figure. The cold rain fell on her body, but it could not wet her clothes, as if it was blocked by a light layer of wind. At a rough look, it seemed as if there was a layer of silver brilliance, which was different from the previous one.

Mortal people.

She lowered her head and quickly swam around the water with her clear eyes. Suddenly her right foot sank deep and her whole body sank.

Everyone gasped for her. They thought she was in trouble and were about to help pull her up when they saw her pause, grab something accurately, lift it up, and fly back to the water.

What she brought up conveniently was clearly Senior Brother Wang whom they were still looking for just now.

The young man was about to faint, and his lips were white from the cold. After being brought to the surface by her, he coughed twice weakly and spit out several mouthfuls of sewage from his chest.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help being moved to tears: "Senior Brother Wang——!"

The head of the Fuqiu Sect also couldn't control his emotions: "My disciple!"

He took a deep breath, glanced at Zhuchen, closed his eyes and quickly recalled.

According to their sect's roster records, there seems to be no such aunt.

So which ancestor is this?

Oh, no matter who she is, just show up.

She saw the ancestor raise his hand and wave, and the divine sword hanging not far away flew to her feet again, carrying her into the air.

She raised her head high and looked at the sky intently.

Everyone followed her gaze and raised their heads together.

Not long after, a ray of light burst out of the always gloomy sky, and the dense dark clouds seemed to be torn apart, revealing the hidden sun, and the rain also subsided.

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at this scene in disbelief.

Later, everyone discovered that the sunlight shining down had a faint red glow. Looking at it carefully, they found a small red cloud, fluttering back and forth in the clouds, constantly eating away at the dark clouds wherever she went.

The clouds were very small, but they worked extremely hard, spinning and rolling in circles, breaking up the clouds.

Within a moment, the three-day continuous rain had completely stopped, and the sky became clear again.

How can this be the manifestation of the ancestors? This is clearly the way of heaven!
To be continued...