I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

In the torrential rain.

The white-clothed guest's oil-paper umbrella was shimmering.

Before the rain fell, it was separated by a few centimeters by the glimmer of light, which was very strange.

And his footsteps are even more strange.

With every step he landed on, the rushing water was suddenly as calm as a lake, and there was no more waves.

I saw the white-clothed guest step by step and ripples, behind him, a little splash appeared, like a lotus step by step.

"Something."

Yi Lin looked at the white-clothed guest walking slowly in the rain from the end of the street, curiosity arose in her heart.

Bai Chuchu, the Mountain Overlord Tigress from Qingniu Mountain, once said that the existence of a person who understands the art of cultivation, regardless of Buddha, Dao, or Demon, is collectively called the Xuanmen.

Incompatible with the secular, it is called Xuan.

As for the demon, it belongs to an alternative, invisible light, and is a public enemy of the human race.

In the Xuanmen, the general distinction can be divided into the upper three gates, the middle three gates, and the lower three gates.

Beyond the Nine Sects, there are still some messy local forces, and Bai Chuchu doesn't know so much.

After all, the days she walked the rivers and lakes back then were only a few decades.

Coupled with the passage of time over the years, she has lived in seclusion for a long time, the world has changed, and what the current situation is, she does not dare to talk nonsense.

But the upper, middle and lower nine sects are probably not going to fall.

The information given by Bai Chuchu came to Yi Lin's mind, and then suddenly remembered Xiaoxi's No. 1 message.

In the message, Xiaoxi personally promulgated a main task for herself.

The ten messages are not difficult to find, you can find out after a little inquiries.

Only the seven keys Xiaoxi said, Yi Lin has no clue yet.

Bai Chuchu also asked three questions.

"Maybe you have to start with the monks' power."

Yi Lin soon had an interesting idea.

He quickly pushed Wang Xiaohu, who was just about to poke his head out of the curious crowd, back to his seat, and whispered a few words.

Since Wang Xiaohu had been with Yi Lin, he knew that the IQs of the two were not on the same level. Although he did not understand the meaning of Yi Lin's instructions, he did not dare to ask more, nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

After a few careful instructions, Yi Lin also sat back to his original position. Wang Xiaohu pretended to be okay, Hao Heng ordered food, and asked Xiao Er to send a few plates of authentic snacks.

The guest in white got closer and closer.

Downstairs, there was no sound anymore.

All the tea guests who saw the white-clothed guest came, seemed to be stunned by the white-clothed guest's force.

It's too eye-catching to pretend and stand up.

In this small circle, only the sullen sound from the Wanxianglou next door and the sound of rainstorms seemed to have become the accompaniment of the white-clothed guest.

Yi Lin was on the seat with his head down, muttering secretly.

"How can I achieve the maximum output with minimum consumption?"

While muttering, Yi Lin first stretched out an index finger with the fingertip facing upwards;

But soon he shook his head, feeling wrong;

Soon he clenched his fist again... and lifted it up suddenly.

"Give you a punch."

...

"Oh--"

The guest in white who was walking on the water turned pale suddenly. He clamped his legs abruptly, his knees trembled, and his straight waist was bent forty-five degrees in an instant, and his whole body contracted into a half ball.

On the first floor of the tea house, the tea customers who were paying respects to the demeanor of the white-clothed customers walking on the water, suddenly stared like frightened birds.

Wow!

Someone even backed away from fright and knocked down a chair.

Where did the petty citizens in the duny world have seen such a battle?

In their eyes, these people are high-ranking cultivators with great abilities.

I can't point out that when they bend over and halt their feet, there is a river of blood around them, and no one can escape.

The white guest bends over and clamps his legs, making people unpredictable, and frightens the tea guests.

The oil-paper umbrella concealed the white-clothed guest's face, making it difficult to see his face. But he was shaking violently, as if some power was brewing.

I do not know how long it has been.

Among the tea guests, there was a burst of swallowing "gudong" sounds.

The guest in white had a movement again. He stood on the water, took a deep breath, moved his legs step by step, and stepped into the teahouse.

"Crack."

The white-clothed guest put away the white umbrella, the oil-paper umbrella behind his back, not dripping.

At this time, all the talents saw the true face of the guest in white clothes. Suddenly, dozens of tea guests on the first floor greeted each other, and they all called out a good fellow in their hearts.

I saw the white-clothed guest dressed in white, sword eyebrows and star eyes, eyes like electricity, handsome and extraordinary.

His fierce gaze quickly swept across the faces of the astonished tea shoppers, and his brows were frowned first, and then he was refreshed, and he didn't know where it was offending him, causing him to hide anger in his brows.

The guest in white swept around and walked silently to the counter. A shining silver floated out of his sleeve and fell silently on the counter.

"Heavenly Sword Gate, Jian Nanchun, come here to find a clean one."

The monk Xuanmen walked through the world, he said the first thing, always telling himself the door.

On the one hand, it can judge the enemy and ourselves, and on the other hand, it can save a lot of trouble.

Thirdly, in case something happens to be a chivalrous hero, he can still earn a reputation for the division that is better than nothing.

Everyone's attention fell on the face and silver of the white-clothed guest Jian Nanchun. No one noticed that the roots of his legs were still trembling under his robe.

In the next second, everyone's attention was swallowed by Jian Nanchun's words again.

The silence broke instantly.

Some people breathe in big mouths, some have doubts on their faces, and some dare not speak much.

The sound of breathing is endless.

The shopkeeper is a fat middle-aged man.

He personally wrote Sanpinxuan's slogan-tasting tea, tasting people, tasting everything in the world.

At this time, after Jian Nanchun of the Heavenly Sword Gate spoke, he stared at him, finally recovered, bowed and took the medicine, and his attitude was ridiculously good: "Pengxun is shining, Pengxun is shining! I don't know where the Heavenly Sword Gate is. The immortal is coming, and the small ones will be greeted far away, and some will be greeted far away!"

Uncle Niu once said that since the Qijue Empress, no one can be called an immortal.

But people in the dunya don't think so.

The monk possesses a lot of bizarre methods, coming in the wind and going in the rain, high above, to the worldly people, they are no different from the immortals.

Most people in the secular world, when they meet a monk, will respectfully call "the gods", and over time, this has become an unwritten rule. If you don't call it that way, you might even annoy the monks with bad temperaments, and cause trouble or provoke murder.

Jian Nanchun frowned again.

"Uh..." After the courtesy, the shopkeeper figured out the previous sentence. He put away the silver on the table, and said quickly: "Clean, clean, keep clean! There are still seats in the second floor lounge. Son, Xiao Er, take the distinguished guests—"

It's a coincidence.

The seat that Jian Nanchun was arranged for was right next to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu's two-person table.

There is an empty table in the middle, which happens to be in the corner.

This shopkeeper is also an old fritters, with a certain insight.

Before Wang Xiaohu stepped in, he was tall and strong, with a knife on his waist. He knew it was not easy to mess with, so he arranged it on the second floor.

Jian Nanchun was obviously more difficult to provoke, and it was also arranged on the second floor, and it was still in the corner of the second floor, which was obviously in a "clean" place.

Wang Xiaohu didn't even know what happened just now, so the tall Jian Nanchun looked at him and sat next to him. So Wang Xiaohu obeyed the order ~www.readwn.com~ After the side dish was served, he pretended to be a starving ghost and ate to death without raising his head.

Yi Lin stared at the other person with innocent eyes.

At this time, if you, like Wang Xiaohu, pretend not to be interested in the guest in white, then there will be ghosts.

Sure enough, Jian Nanchun glanced faintly at the two children at the table next door, and quickly moved his gaze away, without paying attention.

He secretly stretched out a hand and reached under his crotch, rubbing something, his face was light and breezy.

After a while.

The tea came, and I brought two pottery cups.

This is another coincidence.

Yi Lin watched for a long time, then lifted the cup and took a sip to hide his embarrassment.

It's really embarrassing.

Because Yi Lin found out that the punch he just "threw the egg and asked for directions" seemed to have done an unnecessary thing.

Yi Lin moves very naturally, as if everything that happened just now has nothing to do with him. When the cup fell, Yi Lin's expression remained as usual, with three points of curiosity, three points of innocence, three points of playfulness, and a point of cute yearning, looking at Jian Nanchun.

The rain gradually stopped.

The water on the street still rushed.

The white guest's egg no longer hurts.

After all, Yi Lin didn't make a ruthless hand.

After the rain stopped.

Yi Lin gave Wang Xiaohu a calm look. Wang Xiaohu understood and screamed in his true colors, "Brother Lin, should we go now?"

"almost."

With that said, Yi Lin also got up, and after a little hesitation appeared on his face, the little thin leg who was just about to go downstairs turned one direction and walked towards Jian Nanchun.

Yi Lin blinked, looking innocent.

"Hey, Heavenly Sword Gate, is it amazing?"

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