Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

"The future is terrifying."

The middle-aged man praised sincerely: "This son's arrogance is not inferior to Zhang Shengren back then."

After finishing speaking, Ping Yuan, who was wearing a Confucian shirt, got up slowly, and beside him, the fire under the white jade teapot was slowly extinguished, and the rain stopped boiling.

This is the snake gall tea prepared by Ping Yuan for Lu Chen to go up the mountain, but now he can't use it.

"Do you really dare to go down the mountain?"

Qing Han, who had been silent all this time, said slowly: "Aren't you afraid that Lu Chen will plant some killer moves?"

"Killing move?"

After hearing this, Ping Yuan clapped his hands and laughed: "This deity is not in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, even the sky can't do anything to me, so what can he do with Lu Chen?"

All of a sudden, Ping Yuan's body was full of monster power, and the billowing monster energy swept from the top of Chiyang Mountain to all directions, and all the mountain spirits and wild monsters bathed in the monster energy looked excited.

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Outside Chiyang Mountain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Sometimes it was just a drizzle like silk. Now it was windy and windy, and it was becoming more and more torrential. The entire secret place in the western suburbs was completely shrouded in the rain.

In the heavy rain, Ling Lin'er in a black raincoat held the tablet in her hand and reported the data loudly: "Report, the first artificial rain enhancement has been completed, and the precipitation has increased by 40%!"

Nan Huaiqin lingered with spiritual power, evaporating the falling raindrops one by one, thinking about the sentence left by Lu Chen, "If it rains tomorrow morning, please make sure to increase the rain before ten o'clock in the morning, and before twelve o'clock noon, Make sure the rain hits its peak. The eyes of the sixty-year-old man flickered: "Continue, prepare for the second wave of artificial rainfall!"

"Yes!"

In the rain curtain, several special operators in raincoats braved the rain and moved out slender artificial rain-increasing rockets again.

Amidst the turbulent air waves and the sound of breaking through the air, another batch of rain-increasing rockets flew into the layers of cumulonimbus clouds!

The rain is getting denser, with a faint tendency to pour.

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On the top of Chiyang Mountain, it was raining heavily.

Gray-black clouds are densely stacked, rolling in the sky.

The entire Chiyang Mountain is shrouded in mist.

Raindrops the size of soybeans slammed down heavily in the air, and the mountains were full of steam.

Under the tall pine tree, a thin film of spiritual power hangs to block the falling raindrops.

Lu Chen looked calm and didn't feel nervous about facing the demon king. From time to time, he added a few dry sticks under the bamboo cup to ensure that the anger would not be extinguished.

Opposite the young Taoist priest was a wooden pier, which was obviously prepared for the demon king on the mountain.

There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and someone came from the sky in the rain.

With Yuan Yuan's thin face and a scholar's clothes swaying with the mountain wind, he stepped into the air with his hands behind his back, extremely elegant and elegant.

Lu Chen seemed to turn a deaf ear to the visitor, still leaning over, adjusting the wooden fire under the bamboo cup very seriously.

With the sound of trampling raindrops on Confucian boots, sitting opposite Lu Chen in Yuan Liao's robe, he carefully looked at this young but extremely mysterious little celestial master.

Since entering the mountain, the two who have been playing games in secret finally meet at this moment.

"Good tea."

Ping Yuan sniffed the tea fragrance, and smiled softly.

Lu Chen didn't raise his head, he was still playing with the bamboo cup: "It's just wild tea in the mountains."

"Lord of the mountain, please."

Seeing that the color of the tumbling tea soup was almost the same, Lu Chenchong made a gesture of invitation, and he took the lead in picking up a bamboo cup, and took a sip of warm tea soup into his belly to dispel the coldness of the mountain rain. The young Taoist priest looked relaxed.

The middle-aged man took a sip of the tea soup, stared at Lu Chen with bewitching eyes, and said with a smile: "The little celestial master has spent all his time to invite me down the mountain, not just for drinking tea, right?"

"of course not."

Lu Chen with a calm expression slightly opened his eyes, looked directly at the thin man's strange eyes, and said with a soft smile: "The purpose of asking the mountain master to come here is to ask for a word with your lord."

"Oh?"

Ping Yuan raised his eyebrows with great interest: "I don't know what two words the little celestial master wants to ask for?"

Lu Chen gently put down the bamboo cup, and smiled faintly: "The word retribution."

In the torrential rain, the eyes of the two met, and the silence under the pine tree was extremely quiet, only the sound of rain splashing.

"Ha ha ha ha……!"

Shaoqing, the two people under the tree actually laughed at the same time, the laughter was extremely hearty.

"well!"

"What a retribution!"

The middle-aged man laughed very happily: "Who does the little celestial master want to ask for retribution for?"

"For Lingtang, Ling's wife, Lin Yanghou's family, and for the lives of the 130 people who were buried in the belly of the demon."

Lu Chen smiled softly, his eyes were as calm as still water, without any waves, as if he had no fear of the Wannian Demon King in front of him.

Ping Yuan was slightly stunned, and not only laughed dumbly: "Unexpectedly, after ten thousand years, there will still be people who remember those humble lives."

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At the foot of Chiyang Mountain.

"Ten thousand years?"

There was an uproar in the signal receiving car, and everyone looked at each other in shock.

Many batches of artificial rainfall enhancement have been successful, and the precipitation in the secret territory of the western suburbs has increased several times compared to before.

Nan Huaiqin and others had returned to the signal receiving vehicle long ago, keeping an eye on the movement on the top of Chiyang Mountain.

They still can't figure out what effect artificial rain enhancement has on eliminating demons.

But what Ping Yuan said now is like a bolt from the blue sky to them.

The short-haired girl Qin Ping looked at the scene of the two sitting and drinking tea on the screen, and the girl's throat rolled with difficulty: "How did Lu Chen...know about what happened ten thousand years ago?"