The white-clothed guest's oil-paper umbrella has a shimmering surface.
Before the rain fell, it was separated by a few centimeters of light, which was very strange.
And his steps were even stranger.
Every time he took a step, the rushing water suddenly became as calm as a lake, with no more waves.
I saw the guest in white making ripples with every step, and behind him, little splashes of water bloomed, like a lotus growing with each step.
"Something."
Yi Lin watched the guests in white clothes walking slowly from the end of the street in the rain, and curiosity arose in her heart.
Bai Chuchu, the mountain bully tigress of Qingniu Mountain, once said that the beings who understand the art of cultivation, whether Buddha, Tao, or demons, are collectively called Taoism.
Being incompatible with the world is called metaphysics.
As for monsters, they belong to a different kind, invisible to light, and the public enemy of the human race.
In Xuanmen, it can be roughly divided into upper three gates, middle three gates and lower three gates.
Outside the Nine Gates, there are still some chaotic local forces, but Bai Chuchu doesn't know much about them.
After all, the days when she traveled around the world were only a few decades.
In addition, as time has passed over the years, she has lived in seclusion for a long time, and the world has changed. She dare not say anything about the current situation.
But the upper, middle and lower nine gates are mostly intact.
The information given by Bai Chuchu came to Yi Lin's mind, and she suddenly remembered Xiao Xi's message No. 1.
In the message, Xiao Xi personally issued a main mission for herself.
The ten messages are not difficult to find, and you can find them by just asking around.
Only the seven keys Xiao Xi mentioned, Yi Lin still has no clue about.
Bai Chuchu also didn't know anything about it.
"Maybe we have to start with the monk forces."
Yi Lin soon came up with an interesting idea.
He quickly pushed Wang Xiaohu back to his seat, who was just about to stick his head out to watch curiously, and whispered a few instructions.
Since Wang Xiaohu hung out with Yi Lin, he knew that their IQs were not on the same level. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Yi Lin's instructions, he didn't dare to ask more questions and nodded vigorously to show that he understood.
After a few careful instructions, Yi Lin also sat back down. Wang Xiaohu pretended to be fine, ordered dishes boldly, and asked the waiter to bring a few plates of authentic snacks.
The man in white came closer and closer.
Under the teahouse, there was no sound for a long time.
All the tea patrons who saw the guest in white clothes approaching seemed to be stunned by the character of the guest in white clothes.
Both pretentious and erect, it is so eye-catching.
In this small square area, the only sounds left were the muffled sound coming from Wanxiang Tower next door, and the sound of heavy rain, which seemed to be the accompaniment of the guests in white.
Yi Lin was sitting on her seat, her head hanging down, muttering secretly.
"How can we achieve maximum output with minimum consumption?"
While muttering, Yi Lin first stretched out an index finger, with the fingertip pointing upward;
But soon he shook his head, feeling something was wrong;
Soon he clenched his fist again... and raised it sharply.
"Give you a punch."
…
"oh--"
The man in white clothes who was walking through the water suddenly turned pale. He suddenly clamped his legs together and his knees trembled. His originally straight waist instantly bent 45 degrees, and his whole body contracted into half a ball.
On the first floor of the tea house, the tea patrons who were admiring the grace of the guest in white suddenly opened their eyes like frightened birds.
Wow.
Some people even jumped back in fear and knocked over a chair.
How have ordinary people in this world ever seen such a battle?
In their eyes, these people are all high-ranking immortal cultivators with great abilities.
Not to mention that as soon as they bent down or stomped their feet, blood flowed around them, and no one was spared.
The guest in white was bending down and crossing his legs, which made people unpredictable and frightened the tea guests.
The oil-paper umbrella covered the face of the man in white, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly. But his whole body was trembling violently, as if he was brewing some kind of power.
I do not know how long it has been.
Among the tea drinkers, there were bursts of swallowing "dong-dong" sounds.
The guest in white clothes started to move again. He stood on the water, took a deep breath, moved his legs step by step, and stepped into the teahouse.
"Click."
The guest in white clothes put away his white umbrella and carried the oil-paper umbrella behind his back, so that no water would stick to it.
At this time, everyone saw the true appearance of the guest in white. Suddenly, there were dozens of tea drinkers on the first floor, and they all said "Good guy" in their hearts.
I saw the man in white, dressed in white, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he was extraordinary handsome.
His sharp eyes quickly scanned the faces of the astonished tea guests one by one. His brows first wrinkled and then relaxed. He didn't know what made him unhappy, and there was hidden anger in his brows.
The man in white glanced around and silently walked to the counter. A bright piece of silver floated out of his sleeve and fell silently on the counter.
"Tianjianmen, Jian Nanchun, come here to find some purity."
When Taoist monks walk in the secular world, the first thing they say is always to introduce themselves to their family.
Firstly, it can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and secondly, it can save a lot of trouble.
Thirdly, if something happens to you through chivalry and justice, you can earn some reputation for the sect, which is better than nothing.
Everyone's attention fell on the face and money of Jian Nanchun, the man in white. No one noticed the trembling legs under his robe.
The next second, everyone's attention was captured by Jian Nanchun's words.
The dead silence was broken instantly.
Some people were breathing heavily, some looked confused, and some didn't dare to say anything.
The sound of breathing is endless.
The shopkeeper is a fat middle-aged man.
He personally wrote the slogan of Sanpinxuan - Taste the tea, taste the people, taste the things in the world.
At this time, after Jian Nanchun from the Tianjian Sect spoke, he stared, and finally came to his senses, bowed and took the medicine, his attitude was ridiculously good: "Pengpi is shining, Pengpi is shining! I don't know what the Heavenly Sword Sect is doing.
When a great immortal arrives, some small ones may miss you from afar, and some may miss you from afar!"
Uncle Niu once said that since the Qijue Empress, no one can be called an immortal.
But people in the secular world don’t think so.
The monks have many bizarre methods, they can come in the wind, go in the rain, and stay aloft. To the worldly people, they are no different from immortals.
Most people in the secular world will respectfully call a monk "Shangxian" when they meet one. Over time, this has become an unwritten rule. Once you don't call it this way, it may annoy monks with bad temperaments, which will only cause more trouble or trouble.
Provoke murder.
Jian Nanchun frowned again.
"Uh..." After the shopkeeper was polite, he thought about the previous sentence and quickly put away the money on the table without checking the authenticity. He quickly said: "Pure, clean, keep it clean! There are seats on the second floor.
Son, waiter, bring distinguished guests——"
It sounds like a coincidence.
The seat that Jian Nanchun was assigned to was right next to the table where Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu were sitting.
There was an empty table in the middle, which happened to be in the corner.
The shopkeeper is also a veteran and has a certain level of vision.
Wang Xiaohu stepped in front of the door before. He was tall and strong, with a knife on his waist. He knew at first sight that he was not easy to mess with, so he arranged it on the second floor.
Jiannanchun, on the other hand, is obviously more difficult to mess with. He is also placed on the second floor, and it is also in the corner of the second floor, which is obviously a "clean" place.
Wang Xiaohu didn't know what happened just now, but the tall and tall Jian Nanchun sat next to him. So Wang Xiaohu obeyed the order, and when the side dishes were served, he pretended to be a starved man and ate them to death, his head
Don't lift it either.
Yi Lin stared at the other person with a pair of innocent eyes.
At this time, if I, like Wang Xiaohu, pretended not to be interested in the guest in white, then I would be wrong.
Sure enough, Jian Nanchun glanced at the two children at the next table, quickly looked away, and didn't take it to heart.
He secretly stretched out a hand to his crotch, rubbing something with a calm expression on his face.
After a while.
Tea came, along with two ceramic cups.
This is another coincidence.
Yi Lin looked at it for a long time, then raised the cup and took a sip to hide her embarrassment.
It's really embarrassing.
Because Yi Lin found that the punch she just made "throwing an egg to ask for directions" seemed to be an unnecessary thing.
Yi Lin's movements were natural, as if everything that just happened had nothing to do with him. When the cup fell, Yi Lin's expression was as usual, with three parts curiosity, three parts childlike innocence, three parts naughty, and one part cute longing.
, looking at Jian Nanchun.
The rain gradually stopped.
The water on the street was still flowing gurglingly.
Baiyike's balls no longer hurt.
After all, Yi Lin didn't do anything cruel.
After the rain stops.
Yi Lin glanced at Wang Xiaohu calmly. Wang Xiaohu understood and yelled in his true colors: "Brother Lin, should we go?"
"about there."
After saying that, Yi Lin also stood up, and after showing some hesitation on his face, his thin legs, which were just about to go downstairs, turned in another direction and walked towards Jian Nanchun.