Wuwei's skinny face flushed red with anger: "You little brat, today I'll let you see how powerful I am!"
Xuanyuan Chengyin was originally a little worried that Yun Yuan would not be able to cope when she came on stage, but she did not suffer any loss when facing Wuwei. A smile flashed in his eyes, and he began to look forward to her future performance.
He spoke slowly, "Your Highness declares that the rain-praying ceremony begins now."
Wuwei breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. Just start.
Now it’s all about strength. No matter how good the other party’s mouth is, it’s useless. When he fails to pray for rain, he wants to see if she can still be so arrogant.
He took a deep breath to calm his inner restlessness, took out three incense sticks from his arms, lit them carefully, and inserted them into the incense burner.
The tributes have been presented, and Wuwei is muttering something as if he is chanting some mysterious spell.
Then he took out a peach wood sword from his arms and began to swing it. His movements were smooth and powerful, and each swing seemed to carry some unique power.
The atmosphere became tense, hundreds of people held their breath, staring intently at Wu Wei's actions.
Suddenly, Wuwei stopped dancing with the peach wood sword in his hand, quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, muttered something, and the next second the talisman paper spontaneously combusted without fire.
He shouted, "Rain!"
Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a few small clouds suddenly appearing in the cloudless sky. They all widened their eyes, and some were so excited that they couldn't help but let out a cry.
"Look, there are clouds!"
"The Taoist priests of Qingqi Mountain are indeed quite capable."
"When there are more clouds, it will definitely rain."
Others said, "What can such a small cloud do? It will be gone with the wind."
As if his thoughts were verified, before Wuwei could be happy, the clouds disappeared in just a few breaths, as if they had never appeared.
The crowd was silent.
Wuwei frowned, took out two more pieces of talisman paper, lit them, and shouted, "Rain!"
Large clouds appeared in the sky, and a gust of wind blew, bringing the smell of dust.
The crowd became noisy again.
"There are more clouds this time, and it looks like it's going to rain soon."
"I don't think so..."
Yun Yuan looked at Jiuli. At this time, Jiuli was sitting lazily under the rain-praying platform. Seeing Yun Yuan looking at him, he smiled warmly at her and slowly shook his head.
Yun Yuan understood that Jiuli meant that Wuwei Qi could not make it rain, and she also thought so.
Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of rain, and everyone sighed.
Yun Yuan was not afraid of trouble and said mockingly, "Old Taoist, can you do it? You've tried twice. If it doesn't work, let me do it."
"Who says I can't do it?" Wuwei gritted his teeth, took out three more pieces of talisman paper, and shouted three times: "Rain, rain, rain, rain!!!"
As the sky darkened, Yun Yuan looked up and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds and lightning was flashing through the clouds. Listening to the whistling wind, Wuwei showed a smug smile on his face.
"You ignorant boy, victory is mine!"
Yun Yuan said: "That's not necessarily true."
Wuwei's smile faded, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes: "You don't want to deny it, do you?"
Yun Yuan was speechless: "You summoned a bunch of clouds and lightning, but did a drop of rain fall? No, how can you be considered a winner?"
Wuwei looked up at the sky with a confident look on his face, and said confidently, "The clouds are coming, it will rain sooner or later."
However, just as he finished speaking, the clouds parted and the sun came out. Wuwei's face changed and he shouted in disbelief: "This is impossible!"
The dark clouds came and went quickly, and as soon as they saw the sun, they disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated.
Yun Yuan laughed mercilessly, like a villain: "Hahaha, old Taoist, do you still want to try?"
Wuwei's face turned pale. He looked at the cloudless sky again, suppressed his resentment, and said angrily, "Come on, I want to see if you can summon rain."
"I can definitely do it." Yun Yuan said.
Wu Wei said disdainfully: "I advise you not to be too confident, or you will be embarrassed later."
"Are you talking about yourself, old Taoist?" Yun Yuan said, "Well, you really are! Why are you so high-profile? You swore so confidently, but now you can't summon rain. How embarrassing!"
Everyone laughed.
Wuwei was furious with Hongwen again, and swung his sleeves fiercely: "Don't be so proud. I am waiting for you to follow in my footsteps."
Yun Yuan sneered and decided not to waste time with him anymore. She closed her eyes, muttered a spell silently, and looked pious.
Wuwei saw that she didn't even burn incense and pray before praying for rain, and was about to criticize her harshly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a gust of wind carrying mud and sand blew in.
He made two "Pooh" sounds, and his expression suddenly changed. He sensitively noticed that the wind summoned by Yun Yuan was different from the one he had summoned just now.
The wind he summoned was dry and warm, but the wind Yun Yuan summoned at this time carried moisture. Experienced farmers knew at once that this was a sign of coming rain.
Not wanting to lose too badly, Wuwei wanted to take advantage of the situation.
He looked at Yun Yuan. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be doing nothing except moving her mouth. If he took action now, could he take away her credit?
The people didn't know the trick here, Wuwei thought, as long as he made a loud enough noise, everyone would think that he summoned the rain.
He made a decision in his mind and said quickly, "You are young and don't know how to pray for rain. Let me try again."
He lit the last four pieces of talisman paper and shouted, "Rain is coming!!!"
Yun Yuan suddenly opened her eyes. She had been on guard against Wuwei's move. Sure enough, he really chose to do this. She silently stopped the spell and cast a lightning talisman on him.
So, in full view of everyone, dark clouds gathered above their heads again, with lightning and thunder, and then there was a loud "boom". Wuwei twitched all over and fell to the ground.
Everyone present was stunned.
After the thunder struck, the dark clouds dissipated again, but this time they stayed a little longer than last time.
The sun shone on the earth again, but still not a drop of rain fell.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on their bodies, everyone suddenly woke up from their dream, their eyes filled with fear, staring intently at Wuwei on the rain-praying platform.
"Is he dead?"
"have no idea."
"It shouldn't be that easy to die, right? Doesn't he claim to be a Taoist priest from Qingqi Mountain?"
"An ordinary person would definitely be hopeless if this happened..."
Xuanyuan Chengyin coldly ordered his subordinates: "Take him away and don't let him interfere with Miss Yun's subsequent prayers for rain."
"yes."
Wuwei was dragged off the stage like a dead dog, and piled up with his four disciples who were beaten to the point of being on their last breath. He looked extremely embarrassed, but no one felt sorry for him.
Yun Yuan looked at the thunder that had disappeared above her head with regret. She really envied Wuwei. Even if she put on a thunder-attracting talisman, it was useless. The thunder ran away as soon as it saw her, and didn't want to give her any energy.
"Now, I will pray for rain."
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