Literati Sanctification

Chapter 423
"Everyone, I'll go back too!"

The literati on the side all looked at each other at this time, and then said something, there is nothing to do here right now, thinking of the poems I wrote, they couldn't summon rain, Instead, they use such a method to solve it, and they feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

What's more, it was a slap in the face to come to trouble Heng Xiulin angrily before, but now they are all a little ashamed, and naturally they don't want to stay here any longer.

"Since the matter here has been resolved, let's go back."

Hearing this, the rest of the literati looked at each other, then nodded, and after a reply, they all walked towards the distance together. Seeing this, Heng Xiulin's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't agree with They left together, but stayed where they were, watching these people from a distance.

At this time, everyone was thinking about what happened just now, and they didn't notice that Heng Xiulin was already a few steps behind them and did not leave with them.

However, there is still one person who noticed this matter here, and that is Wanbai, who looked down on Heng Xiulin extremely, so after this incident, I was afraid that Heng Xiulin would laugh at her.

She kept paying attention to Heng Xiulin. When she noticed that Heng Xiulin was far behind everyone, as if she wanted to stay, she was slightly startled, a little unclear, what did Heng Xiulin think? what to do.

After a little thought in her heart, she gritted her teeth and slowly left the team, wanting to stay and see what Heng Xiulin wanted to do.

"My lord, why don't you leave with these people, instead you want to stay?"

Xiaoyu followed Heng Xiulin, naturally she knew what Heng Xiulin meant to stay, otherwise, when she just wanted to stride forward, Heng Xiulin would not hold back she is gone.

Heng Xiulin looked at the people who left, then looked at Xiaoyu who was beside him, then sighed slowly, and then shook his head.

"Although there is a waterwheel, if there is enough time in the future, the water in the fields here will naturally become abundant, but it is too late to start planting seeds right now, the young master wants to ask rain."

"Young master, absolutely not!"

When Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately became anxious, and quickly pulled Heng Xiulin, and then said eagerly, what she was most worried about was that Heng Xiulin wrote poems and then attracted the attention of those big monsters .

Now that Heng Xiulin said that she asked for rain, how could she be willing to let Heng Xiulin do this?
Hearing Xiaoyu's words, Heng Xiulin glanced at Xiaoyu, then shook his head, and looked at Xiaoyu helplessly, "It's okay, it's not that easy to happen like the last time, so don't worry!"

"But.,"

Hearing these words, Xiaoyu was still extremely worried. Looking at Heng Xiulin, she wanted to say a few words of persuasion, but at this time, Heng Xiulin had already made up her mind, so how could she hear Jin Xiaoyu's words.

When those common people suddenly knelt down to him just now, his heart twitched. It was a very strange feeling. If no one had experienced it, he would not understand it.

Because of this kneeling, Heng Xiulin decided in his heart to pray for rain for them, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, besides, we are now in Jingguo's city, not like last time. "

After Heng Xiulin comforted Xiaoyu, he walked towards the table that had not been removed, but after a while, Heng Xiulin walked to the table, and on the table were those literati After they finished writing, the poems left behind, the style of writing one after another, is still rising there.

Heng Xiulin looked at the poems, put them aside casually, then took a piece of white paper, picked up the ink pen on the side, and after taking a deep breath, he put down the pen very firmly, and began to write slowly. Write slowly.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here"

"Boom!"

The moment Heng Xiulin started writing, a thunderous sound resounded directly between the heaven and the earth, and then a flash of lightning flashed across the air. At this moment, the endless dark clouds began to gather towards Xitang City .

In just a moment, the electric light was swimming among the dark clouds, the extremely dark clouds seemed to be pressing on the city, and were about to crush the city.

"Look, dark cloud, it's going to rain, it's going to rain!"

The people who returned to the city, as well as the common people, listened to the sound of thunder, and subconsciously looked up. When they saw the dark clouds, they burst into tears of joy, and then began to cheer continuously .

And those literati looked at the dark cloud, their faces were extremely weird. Before, when they prayed for rain, there was no movement at all, but now, there is such a movement, what is this? ?Are you going to slap them in the face?

When you beg for rain, I won't let it rain. After you leave, I will start to rain!

"Look, there seems to be something wrong with this!"

A literati squinted his eyes, looked at the dark clouds in the midair, then his face changed, and he spoke.

The rest of the people were stunned when they heard the words, and looked at the man strangely, not knowing what he wanted to say, "Brother Bai, what are you trying to say, what's wrong?"

Immediately, a person asked a question. He looked at the sky, but he really didn't see anything wrong.

"Haven't you noticed? The lightning in the dark clouds, with a trace of white light, is Wenqi! If it is raining in normal times, let alone whether there will be so many lightnings, but among these lightnings, absolutely Wouldn't it have such a trace of pure white light!"

Ordinary lightning is still the white light at will, but at this moment, this pure white light is obviously different from the light of lightning, which is the light of gentleness. There is not much difference between the two, but when you look closely, it is Can tell the difference!
Everyone looked at the other side of the sky at this moment, and their expressions suddenly changed, "Brother Bai, you mean, this is the dark cloud and lightning that was summoned because someone succeeded in praying for rain?"

Everyone's faces changed drastically, but they didn't expect that this was obviously a sign of rain, and it was actually done by a literati.

"Couldn't you have seen the literary spirit contained in the lightning, and it must be clear in your heart." Hearing that, Bai Yan glanced at them and then shook his head and said.

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that it was clear that someone succeeded in praying for rain, but they just failed, and they couldn't accept this matter for a while.

"Then who is praying for rain? Aren't all the literati in Xitang City gathered here? Is there anyone who hasn't come yet?"

At this time, one of the literati directly said eagerly, wanting to know who is begging for the rain, and it is actually able to beg for the rain like this.

"How is it possible? Right now in Xitang City, there are those literati who are not so talented. We invited them before, but how can they succeed in praying for rain?"

One of them shook his head when he heard this, and put the words behind him. This matter was definitely not done by them. After getting along for so many years, he still can't know how talented those literati are. what?

Thinking of this, he shook his head, if those people really had such talent, they would not be excluded by them.

"Who could it be? Could it be that brother Heng just now? It seems that he has never written a poem. Could it be that he secretly wrote another poem and succeeded in praying for rain?"

Thinking of this, all the literati frowned deeply, but at this moment, he suddenly said something, but as soon as the words fell, everyone on the side shook their heads again and again.

"If that brother Hengtai can write poems for praying for rain, then we don't need to bother to make those things over there."

Hearing this, everyone who had some doubts about Heng Xiulin nodded their heads one after another. Yes, if this is the case, Heng Xiulin would not need to use those things to relieve the dryness of the fields.

Thinking of this, everyone directly excluded Heng Xiulin.

(End of this chapter)