Black dark clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was dark as if pressing against the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled over the vast earth in the sound of the roaring wind.

In the wilderness, there is no place in front of the village and behind it. There is only a vast road extending from a distance, and then extending alone to the distance.

In the dark clouds in the night sky, there was a low thunder sound, and the rain between heaven and earth gradually became heavier.

The earth is solemn. In the wilderness, except for the sound of wind and rain, it is pitch black everywhere. Only a few lights are lit alone on the edge of the ancient road, revealing some light.

This is a wilderness cottage. The boss's surname is He. A middle-aged man in his early forties was born in Xiaochi Town, a day away. In this remote place and next to the ancient road, he worked hard to build a simple house to provide a place for travelers from all over the country to rest and drink tea, so as to make some hard money.

At this moment, Boss He was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening to the shrill sound of wind and rain outside the house intently, his brows frowned slightly, and sighed softly. In such bad weather, I think there will be no more customers coming.

His cottage is located between Xiaochi Town and a big mountain in the west. The ancient road outside the gate has been a business trip since ancient times, and it is also a necessary way to the east-eastern city - Changhe City, Donghai, so travelers pass by from time to time.

At present, on this stormy night, there are still several guests in this wilderness shop, sitting silently in the dark and dim hut, hiding from the bitter wind and rain outside the house.

"Crack!"

The oil lamp in front of Boss He made a slight burst, awakening the honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The sound of wind and rain outside the house passed by a while, and it seemed like a choking sobbing. It seemed that the guests here could not leave that night.

He thought so, looking up at the guests in his shop. There were only five tables in the simple hut. At this moment, there were three tables sitting next to the guests. At the corner was a single man, which was a dark place that was difficult to illuminate. The man sat there alone, even his face was blurred.

At the two tables closer, there was an old man with an extraordinary temperament and a young girl sitting next to one. There was a bamboo pole leaning against the table with a strip of cloth on it, with the words "Immortals guide the way", which seemed to be a scholar in the martial arts world.

As for the last table, it was the most crowded business trip. There were four people in total. The corner behind them was full of goods. At this moment, there seemed to be a young man in the middle cursing the ghost weather softly.

"Okay, stop talking." Another of the four saw that the older man last year drank him, turned his head, smiled at Boss He, and said with a slight apology: "Boss He, today's wind and rain are heavy, and you have been plagued by you to stay up late with us."

Boss He smiled and shook his head. This business trip often traveled to and from this ancient road. He came to his shop to rest many times, so he was considered a regular customer. He said immediately: "It doesn't matter, it's normal for me to stay up late, but today it's like a dark cloud is overwhelming from the daytime. Why do you still have to hurry up, sir?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, then looked at the others who were walking with him, and smiled bitterly: "Actually, why don't we know that the weather is bad today, but it's really difficult to go out."

Boss He said "ah".

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him and drank the tea in the cup in one go. Then he couldn't help but sigh: "Boss He, this world is difficult now!"

Boss He was surprised and said, "What's wrong?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Since ten years ago, the Demon Sect, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared again. I heard that they were fighting a big battle with the gods and immortals in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, in the past ten years, the Demon Sect has not been eliminated by the Right Dao, but has become increasingly prosperous. I heard that they are fighting with the Right Dao everywhere."

Boss He was silent, and the old man sighed and said, "They fought against them, but we ordinary people couldn't control it. But under this battle, the world was in chaos. Now there are thieves and countless robbers robbers. We are worried about making money outside, and we are afraid of meeting strong people. Then we hurriedly drove away, but unexpectedly, we were blocked by the wind and rain. I'm sorry, boss He."

Boss He shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart..."

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a distant corner and said lightly: "So, this gentleman thinks that if there is a great chaos and thieves today, it is all the devil's sect that you are talking about?"

The old man was stunned. Before he could speak, he was at the table where the young girl was a monk and a young girl. His eyes also looked at them. The girl had a bright gaze, beautiful appearance, and a shallow dimples at the corner of her mouth, which looked adorable.

At this moment, she suddenly spoke and smiled at the old businessman: "This father-in-law!"

The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"

The young girl whispered: "Brother-in-law, you have thin face and many patterns, but your face has not been broken. Although there are many twists and turns in your life, you are still considered safe. It's just that there are small scars in your heavenly court, which are horizontally in your face, blocking your lifeline and wealth line. It means that you may have a great disaster when you are old. Now, it's better to say less and have fewer disasters, depending on your age."

The business travelers changed color together, and the old man stood up and stared at the old man closely, but neither of them responded and were calm. After a while, the old man looked around and looked around, and finally sat back and bowed to the girl, "Thank you for your advice."

After he sat back, the shop immediately became quiet. The mysterious man in the corner seemed to have calmed down at this moment and did not speak anymore.

But the long night is so long that it is really hard to bear. After a long time, the business people in the business and travelers there gradually began to chat. After all, they talked about the battle between the righteous and the demons in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.

These travelers are just ordinary people, so naturally they have never visited the scene, but rumors were born for this. Moreover, those masters of righteous cultivation have always been mysterious and are the best topics of conversation among the people. As they were talking, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and others heard them and were attracted to them.

"…In short, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in danger at that time. Fortunately, the old immortal Daoxuan was involved in the creation. He pointed it lightly with his fingers, and suddenly thunder and lightning fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard within a radius of hundreds of miles, which would knock back the people of the Demon Cult!"

"Fart!" Suddenly, a light shout was heard, but the old man with extraordinary demeanor sitting at the same table as the girl. Everyone was surprised and looked at him, and the old man said, "If Daoxuan is really that powerful, how could so many people die in Qingyun Mountain in the battle, even two of them died in the head of the seven veins, and countless other elders and disciples were killed or injured. Do you think those demons of the Demon Sect have a vain?"

Everyone was silent. The girl next to him frowned and whispered: "Grandpa, I told people not to talk too much just now. Why do you say so much?"

The old man smiled, and his face, which was originally quite strong in the crane bone fairy style, suddenly became a little proud, and he whispered: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have let you see my fate long ago. Although I have been wandering all my life, I am lucky to be in old age. I will be safe until I die. Haha, it may be okay, it may be okay!"

The girl just took a sip of tea and almost choked by his words. She coughed twice and stared at the old man with anger. However, the old man was proud and didn't care at all.

This old and young are Zhou Yixian, the best man who is traveling all over the world, and his granddaughter Xiao Huan. It has been ten years since the last battle between Qingyun Mountain, and Xiao Huan has grown up and is beautiful and beautiful, but he is still wandering around the world with Zhou Yixian.

At this time, Zhou Yixian seemed to be addicted. She pulled the stool and started talking about the battle between the Qingyun, but Xiaohuan was angry with him, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Zhou Yixian was very eloquent. Besides, he was traveling all over the world with his ability to open his mouth. He spoke vividly and vividly, far better than the young people just now. After a moment, even Boss He couldn't help but walk over. Everyone gathered together, listening to Zhou Yixian's arrogant look and looking back on the past while talking and laughing...

"Ah!" Hearing the exciting and intense part, the young people exclaimed at the same time. One of them couldn't help but ask, "Brother-in-law, were you here at that time? You knew so carefully?"

Zhou Yixian was stunned, then patted his clothes with his hands, shook his head and sighed: "I have never been willing to interfere in these fights and killing matters, so let those Qingyun Sect juniors do it!"

Everyone was shocked and immediately felt awe-inspiring. Unexpectedly, with a "pop" sound beside them, Xiao Huan sprayed out a sip of tea he had just drunk and coughed continuously.

Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around and smiled. At this time, a young man next to her said, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with that disciple named Zhang of Qingyun Sect in the end? Did he really turn the Qingyun Sect back?"

Zhou Yixian frowned, was silent for a moment before shook his head and said, "This is not clear. When the day was in chaos, Zhang Xiaofan was finally taken away by the Demon Cult. Later, it was rumored that he had joined the command of the Demon Lord Jiang Chen, and had helped the Demon Lord Jiang Chen destroy the Burning Xiang Valley. Now it may be a big devil who makes people feel shy!"

"Hey, the big devil..." Suddenly, the mysterious man sitting in the corner trembled, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, but he never spoke, and only hid his figure in the darkness.

The wind and rain outside the house were covered with the sky and the ground, as if it was a little more shrill.........

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