Dragon King relies on green tea

The person on the altar was none other than Ye Junche, his senior brother who had gone down the mountain a month earlier than him. He didn't expect that his senior brother was also in Yicheng, and on the altar in front of the temple, it was his senior brother standing on the altar.

"A mortal?" Fourteen's hands were so strong that he crushed the wooden railing on the promenade. He gritted his teeth and said, "He doesn't want to die? A mortal uses a divine weapon to counteract serious injuries, and even if he dies, Yicheng will die." It won't rain, Yicheng has an enchantment, and it won't rain at all within three years!"

Ting Yue didn't have time to figure out what the barrier was or not, and when he heard the sound, he would die, so he rushed to the direction of the altar, trying to stop Ye Junche.

Ye Junche was standing on the altar, holding a rain order in one hand and casting spells to make rain, but what he was saying was praying to the sky for rain.

In the eyes of the people, he is not making rain, but praying to the sacred tree to make Yicheng rain.

Almost in an instant, the wind was strong in Yicheng, gathering dark clouds in the sky, and the sound of thunder came faintly. Cast an awed look.

Before Ting Yue rushed to the altar, a white figure appeared out of thin air on the altar, grabbing the rain order with one hand.

The sudden change in Yicheng attracted Zisang Yanshu who was in Shanhu Palace. When Zisang Yanshu arrived, he realized that the person who dared to disobey him was not a god in the sky, but a mortal.

It happened to be the mortal he cared about the most.

Zi Sang Yanshu grabbed the other corner of the Rain Order, and scolded: "Ye Junche, you are crazy! Do you know that mortals will be backlashed when they act the Rain Order? Stop it!"

Ye Junche had already activated the rain order, and he would not stop. He grinned at Zisang Yanshu, and said, "I can't stop, today I will definitely make Yicheng rain, no matter what the price is!"

"Ache! Stop!" Zi Sang Yanshu yelled loudly, if the rain order really rained, then Ye Junche would be seriously injured by the backlash, and his incomplete soul might be shaken away again.

However, facing Zisang Yanshu's persuasion, Ye Junche did not intend to let go at all, and insisted: "I will let Yanshu see what he wants to see, and let the people of Yicheng worship the sacred tree again. One year, if they pray for rain on the sacred tree, they will definitely remember the sacred tree, and they will never forget it when they worship the sacred tree again."

His purpose turned out to be this...

Zi Sang Yanshu could see the persistence in his eyes, but Zi Sang Yanshu still shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not worth it... Ah Che, it's not worth it! They won't hurt you or die because of it." Thank you, I won't remember."

"Ache, stop!" Zisang Yanshu yelled sadly.

But Ye Junche still only held on to the rain order and did not let go, continuously injecting spiritual power into the rain order, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and bursts of thunder rang out.

It's almost...

With the sound of thunder, the corners of Ye Junche's mouth also flowed bloodshot.

The backlash has already begun.

"Stop!" Zi Sang Yanshu pushed hard, and forcibly flung the rain order from Ye Junche's hand.

With the fall of the rain order, the thunder in the sky also stopped.

Looking at the Xingyuling that fell on the ground, Zi Sang Yanshu grabbed Ye Junche's wrist to prevent him from approaching the Xingyuling, and stared at Ye Junche to show his anger at the moment.

The thunder and strong wind that stopped because of the rain order started again, and Ye Junche knew that it was Zisang Yanshu's anger.

"Enough! Stop it, it's not worth it!"

His eyes were full of disappointment with this world, and he was angry that everything Ye Junche had done was worthless.

But Ye Junche didn't think so. He looked at the mole of tears under the corner of Ye Junche's eyes, and the messenger stretched out his hand, tapped the mole of blood, and said softly: "It's not worth it. In the world where lives are protected, Yanshu hates the world for forgetting the merits of the sacred tree, so let them see the sacred tree brings them hope in despair, and they will believe in the sacred tree again, Yanshu, isn't this what you want to see? is it?"

"Yanshu can give me a keel, and I can desperately let Yanshu see the result he wants to see."

The bright red blood stains at the corner of Ye Junche's mouth hurt Zisang Yanshu's words, Zisang Yanshu reached out to wipe the blood from his lips, and finally compromised: "Whether it was before or now, you can always easily convince me .”

"Ache, you won again...as you wished..."

In the sky, a layer of enchantment covering Yicheng dissipated, and large drops of rain fell on the long-dried land.

Amidst the squalling wind and thunder, there were cheers from the people.

The sound of the sacred tree almost overwhelmed the roaring thunder.

Yicheng has been in drought for too long, and a single rain is all their hope. Now they think it is the rain brought by the divine tree, and they are all grateful for the divine power of the divine tree.

Even Ye Wenyu, who has never believed in gods, felt a slight twitch in his heart. Could it be that gods are really protecting him?

Not far away, Shisi followed Tingyue to the Shenshu Temple. Seeing the heavy rain, he stood there in a daze: "It's raining, the barrier is broken, brother, he withdrew the barrier..."

Looking at the mortals on the altar, he felt envious, but also relieved: "It turns out that my brother is not alone, he has someone to accompany him."

Zi Sang Yanshu took out an oil-paper umbrella from his spiritual pouch, put it on Ye Junche's head, to shield him from the cold rain, stretched out one hand to him, and said softly, "It's cold on the ground, stand up."

The cheers of the people were all under the altar. Ye Junche listened to the cheers and looked at the people celebrating happily under the stage. Ye Junche smiled gratifiedly and said happily to Zisang Yanshu: "Yanshu, you Did you hear that? They are all shouting for the sacred tree, it is the sacred tree that brought them the hope of living, brought them nectar, the world will never forget the sacred tree again, no more.”

"Yeah." Zi Sang Yanshu responded in a low voice, and said with a shallow smile, "It was you who ended the three-year punishment, and I removed the barrier for you, whether it is the sacred tree, or you, you it's the same."

"Are they all the same?" For some reason, every time she heard Zisang Yanshu say these words, Ye Junche always felt sour in her heart and couldn't restrain herself, "But I only think that Yanshu is the only one."

I don't know whether Zisang Yanshu understood it or not, he just smiled and said: "Let's not take this as an example. In the future, no matter why you hurt yourself, it's not worth it. Remember?"

"Obey!" Ye Junche acted like a good boy, he ignored the backlash of the rain order in a moment of excitement, and now his whole body hurts even if he moves.

Seeing the slight change of expression on Ye Junche's face, Zisang Yanshu scolded with a smile: "Just now you looked like you were not afraid of death, but now you know it hurts? Fortunately, the order to make rain didn't fully work, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to talk now. No chance."