In Cao Jun camp, a sudden heavy rain poured tens of thousands of soldiers into chickens.

Cao Cao, who personally led his men to dig the Sishui embankment and flooded Xia Pi, was no exception. He fled into the big tent in a panic and wiped his body. Before his butt was hot, the curtain was lifted a corner, and a young general with thick eyebrows and big eyes stumbled in.

"Lord, something is not good!"

Cao Cao looked up and saw the person who was coming, his face turned black, and scolded him: "Cao Hong, he is so panicked, he is so kind that he can't go out yet."

At this time, another general ran in. He was a little older and looked flustered.

"Lord, the disaster has come!"

When Cao Cao saw the visitor, he raised his head and laughed.

"Cao Zixiao also acted as a child"

At this time, the third person ran in was a young scholar, with a thin body and a feeling that the wind blew.

"Lord, go quickly!"

When Cao Cao heard this, his face suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly and said anxiously: "Fengxiao, what happened?"

Cao Hong, the first one who came in, and Cao Ren, the second one, felt a little uncomfortable when we said this. When we said it, you don’t take it seriously. When Guo Jia said it, you are so nervous, which is too hurtful.

Before Guo Jia could speak, a loud bang, the tent collapsed, and the surging water rushed over, flooding everything.

"Save the Lord"

"Save the Lord"

...

Hundreds of guards rushed over, lifted the thick tent, took out Cao Cao, Guo Jia and others who had drunk half of their stomachs from waist-deep water, and rushed towards the high terrain.

Because the water was not deep, almost no one drowned in this sudden flood, but all the food and grass were buried in the water.

Cao Cao, who was raised to a height by the guards, vomited a few mouthfuls of dirty water, raised his hand to point at the sky, and cursed.

"God, why do you treat me like this!"

As soon as Cao Cao finished scolding, a lightning bolt slashed down and split a big tree three feet away into two halves. The scene was extremely strange.

The guards quickly covered Cao Cao's mouth and told him not to scold him. In fact, there was no need for the guards to cover him. Cao Cao was already scared. If he got closer, his life would be gone. Wang Tu's dominance and other things were not needed to think about it.

When he came to his senses, Cao Cao saw that his subordinates were all depressed, so he slapped his thighs suddenly and laughed: "God can't count it. There is a large camp of food and grass on the Kunyang high slope seven miles away."

All the generals praised Cao Cao for his wiseness and ability to calculate the temple, but only Guo Jia frowned.

Soon, a small boat suddenly rowed quickly from the water surface in the distance.

"Lord, the grain camp in Kunyangpo was washed away by heavy rain."

The generals were suddenly silent, afraid of angering Cao Cao, who was about to run away when he heard bad news.

Cao Cao was silent for a while, pointed to the flood that had passed, and laughed again.

"God also took a nap. Look, the grain stockpile has not been washed away, the flood has passed, so the soldiers will go to recycle the grain quickly."

As the words came, the heavy rain came again. Not long after, the grain stockpile was washed away, and countless grains were scattered in the water, flowing towards the Si River with the surging flood.

Everyone was stunned, only Cao Cao was calm and composed. During the heavy rain, Cao Cao laughed loudly for the third time.

"Chen Gong has no strategy and Lu Bu has no courage. If he attacks at this time, he will definitely be caught off guard by our army."

After the words came, hundreds of soldiers of Lu Bu were led by Zhang Liao and rushed out of the woods in small boats. The arrows were like rain and injured countless Cao's army, but they were soon taken into Si Shui by the flood.

Cao Cao was about to laugh. Guo Jia stepped forward and covered Cao Cao's mouth desperately, not letting him speak anymore. Cao Ren and Cao Hong, who were about to do the same thing, retreated when they saw this.

Cao's camp was severely injured, but there was a scene of laughter on the Baimen Tower. Officials from all over the Xuzhou area first worshiped Chu Feng and then Lu Bu, saying that there were immortals in Xuzhou, which would ensure that they would be safe for thousands of years.

Chu Feng responded to everyone for a while, and walked to a corner of the city tower with a somewhat unnatural expression.

"System, what's going on? Why is my cloud-moving and rain-making technique not working?"

Even though it was dozens of miles apart, as the person who used the arts, Chu Feng still felt that the rain in Cao's camp suddenly became smaller.

"Host, this is how it is. The rain you used too hard just now, and all the incense and wishes left by the predecessors near Baimen Tower were consumed."

"What kind of incense power? I obviously have dropped water?"

Chu Feng was a little confused. When he was at Bu Lao Peak, he had obviously exhausted the incense and wishes around him, but later he still rained when he went to the back mountain waterfall. According to his speculation, rainfall does not require the incense and wishes.

"Host, your question is interesting. You don't know the orthodox Taoist arts and immortal techniques, and do not rely on the incense vows. How do you use the cloud-drawing rain? Let me give you an example. You use the incense vows as the basis, and the rain that reduces the power of the will to replenish the spiritual energy of the spiritual field is equivalent to burning fire directly with diesel; you use the incense vows as the basis, and the ordinary rain water is equivalent to lighting a fire with diesel, and it does not require much incense vows. The very small rain at the foot of the back mountain just used the remaining incense vows that exist around the waterfall. As far as I know, the old Guanzhu liked to practice Taoism under the waterfall during his lifetime. Where the remaining vows should be left behind by his practice for decades, but unfortunately he consumed it all."

When Chu Feng heard that it had only a light rain, he consumed the power of his master's accumulation of Taoism and chanting scriptures for decades, and almost vomited blood.

"System, it is not a solution to always consume incense and vows? Can you practice Taoism, such as sword cultivator?"

As a Taoist priest, what Chu Feng yearns for the most is to fly the sword and fly the fairy, laughing and proud in the world.

"You are already practicing Taoism"

Chu Feng subconsciously touched himself, and suddenly thought of something, his face a little strange.

"System, you are not saying that changing your shapes and shadows is to practice Taoism? How can you think of the Taoism in that school?"

"Why don't you count? There is a novel called Tianlong Ba in your world. There is a martial art called Lingbo Weibu. Isn't it just that in the process of performing, practicing internal skills, the principle of moving and shadow changes is the same. You haven't noticed that you have used moving and shadow changes more and more times. This is because it is good for your body, and you instinctively use it."

Chu Feng felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. He used the movements and shadow changes many times, purely to show off, and it had nothing to do with instinct. But then again, after several movements and shadow changes, he did notice a faint aura in his abdomen, which was very small, but he could feel it. He originally planned to ask the system again after a while, but now he didn't need to ask.

"System, why don't you give me a high-level martial art, such as Taiqing Immortal Art, Yuqing Immortal Art, Shangqing Immortal Art. If you don't help, you can also get a Nine-Turn Golden Body Art for me. This move and shadow change feels too bad."

"Take it slow, there will be something, Lu Bu is here."

Chu Feng stopped talking when he heard the sound, turned to look at Lu Bu who was walking towards him.
Chapter completed!