Seven Hundred and Ninetieth Eighth Chapter Throwing Stones to Ask for Directions II

In torrential rain.

The oil-paper umbrella of the guest in white has a shimmer on the surface.

Before the rain fell, it was separated by a few centimeters by that layer of twilight, which was very strange.

And his footsteps are even more strange.

Every step he landed, the rushing water suddenly calmed down like a lake, without any waves.

I saw the guest in white rippling step by step, and behind him, little water flowers bloomed, like a lotus growing with each step.

"Something."

Yi Lin watched the guest in white walking slowly in the rain from the end of the street, and curiosity arose in her heart.

Bai Chuchu, the mother tiger of Qingniu Mountain, once said that the existence of the art of cultivation, regardless of Buddha, Taoism, and demons, is collectively called Taoism.

Out of tune with the world, it is called Xuan.

As for the demon, it belongs to another category, invisible to light, and is the public enemy of the human race.

In Taoism, it can be broadly distinguished and can be divided into the upper three doors, the middle three doors, and the lower three doors.

Outside of the Nine Gates, there were some messy local forces, and Bai Chuchu didn't know that many.

After all, she spent only a few decades walking the rivers and lakes.

Coupled with the passage of time over the years, she lived in seclusion for a long time, and the world has changed. She dare not talk nonsense about what is going on now.

But the nine schools of upper, middle and lower are mostly unstoppable.

The information given by Bai Chuchu floated in Yi Lin's mind, and she suddenly remembered Xiaoxi's No. 1 message.

In the message, Xiaoxi personally announced a main mission for herself.

The ten messages are not hard to find, just ask a little bit, and you can find out.

Only about the seven keys that Xiaoxi mentioned, Yi Lin still has no clue.

Bai Chuchu also asked three questions.

"Maybe we have to start with the monks."

Yi Lin soon had an interesting idea.

He hurriedly pushed Wang Xiaohu, who was just about to poke his head out to watch curiously, back to his seat, and whispered some instructions.

Ever since Wang Xiaohu got along with Yi Lin, he knew that the IQs of the two were not on the same level. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Yi Lin's order, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and nodded vigorously to express his understanding.

After giving some detailed instructions, Yi Lin also sat back in her original seat, Wang Xiaohu pretended to be indifferent, ordered food boldly, and asked Xiaoer to bring some authentic snacks.

The guest in white got closer and closer.

Downstairs in the teahouse, there was no sound.

All the tea drinkers who saw the guest in white seemed to be stunned by the man in white.

It's so eye-catching.

In this narrow area, only the sound of the Wanxiang Building next door, and the sound of the rainstorm, seemed to be the accompaniment of the guest in white.

Yi Lin sat on the seat with her head down, muttering to herself.

"How can we achieve maximum output with minimum consumption?"

While muttering, Yi Lin stretched out an index finger first, with the fingertip pointing up;

But soon he shook his head, feeling wrong;

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

"Give you a punch."

...

"oh--"

The white-clothed guest who was walking on the water suddenly turned pale. He clamped his legs suddenly, his knees trembled, and his waist, which was originally straight, 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 guests who were admiring the demeanor of the guest in white walking on the water suddenly widened their eyes like a frightened bird.

Crash.

Some even backed away in fright, knocking down a chair.

Small citizens in the mundane world, where have they seen such a battle?

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

It can't be said that when they bent down and stomped their feet, the surrounding blood flowed like a river, and no one was spared.

The guest in white bent over and pinched his legs, which was unpredictable and frightened the tea guests.

The oil-paper umbrella covered the face of the guest in white, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly. But his whole body was trembling violently, as if some kind of power was brewing.

I do not know how long it has been.

Among the tea guests, there were bursts of swallowing "gudong" sounds.

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

"Crack."

The guest in white put away the white umbrella, and the oil-paper umbrella was carried behind his back, so as not to get wet.

Only then did everyone see the true face of the guest in white. Immediately, there were dozens of tea guests on the first floor, and Qi Qi called a good guy in his heart.

I saw the guest in white dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he was very handsome.

His sharp eyes quickly swept over the faces of the astonished tea guests one by one, his brows first furrowed and then relaxed, and he didn't know what made him unhappy, and made him hide his anger in his brows.

The guest in white scanned around, then walked to the counter in silence, a glistening silver floated out from his sleeve, and landed on the counter silently.

"Heavenly Sword Gate, Jian Nanchun, come here to find some peace."

Taoist monks walk in the secular world, the first thing they say is always to report their family.

First, it can judge the enemy and us, and second, it can save a lot of trouble.

Thirdly, if something happened to be a chivalrous man, he could still earn a little reputation for the master.

Everyone's attention was on Jian Nanchun's face and silver, but no one noticed his trembling legs under his robe.

In the next second, everyone's attention was slurped away by Jian Nanchun's words.

The dead silence broke instantly.

Some people breathed heavily, some showed doubts, and some dared not say more.

The sound of breathing is endless.

The shopkeeper is a fat middle-aged man.

He personally wrote down the slogan of Sanpinxuan - Tasting tea, Tasting people, Tasting all things in the world.

At this time, after Jian Nanchun from Tianjianmen opened his mouth, he stared at him, and finally came back to his senses, bowed to drink the medicine, and his attitude was ridiculously good: "The fluffy pimples are shining, the fluffy pimples are shining! When the great immortal comes, the little one welcomes you from afar, and welcomes you from afar!"

Uncle Niu once said that since the Empress Qijue, no one has been able to be called a fairy.

But people in the secular world don't think so.

Cultivators have a lot of bizarre means, come in the wind, go in the rain, and stand high above the ground. To ordinary people, they are no different from immortals.

Most people in the secular world will respectfully address monks as "Shangxian" when they meet monks. Over time, this has become an unwritten rule. Once you don't call it that way, maybe you will annoy the bad-tempered monks, which will only increase trouble or cause murder.

Jian Nanchun frowned again.

"Uh..." The shopkeeper finally figured out the previous sentence after the courtesies were over, quickly put away the money on the table, and without distinguishing the authenticity, said quickly: "Clean, clean, keep clean! There are still seats in the private seats on the second floor." Son, Xiao Er, bring your distinguished guests—”

It's a coincidence.

Jian Nanchun's private seat was right next to Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu's table.

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

This shopkeeper is also an old fritters, and he has certain eyesight.

Before Wang Xiaohu stepped into the door, 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.

And Jiannanchun was obviously more difficult to mess with, and it was also arranged on the second floor, and it was still in the corner of the second floor, which was obviously in line with the "clean" place.

Wang Xiaohu didn't know what happened just now, and the tall and aggressive Jian Nanchun just watched him and sat beside him. So Wang Xiaohu obeyed his orders, and after the small dishes were served, he pretended to be a starving ghost and ate them to death without lifting his head.

Yi Lin stared at the other party with a pair of innocent eyes.

At this time, if I pretended not to be interested in Bai Yike like Wang Xiaohu, I would be a ghost.

Sure enough, Jian Nanchun glanced lightly at the two children at the next table, and quickly looked away, not paying attention.

He secretly stretched out a hand, stretched it to his crotch, rubbed something, his face was calm and calm.

After a while.

When the tea came, I also brought two ceramic cups.

It's a coincidence again.

Yi Lin watched it for a long time, then raised her glass and took a sip to hide her embarrassment.

It's really embarrassing.

Because Yi Lin realized that the "throw an egg and ask for directions" punch just now seemed to be a superfluous thing.

Yi Lin moved very naturally, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with him. When the cup fell, Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun with a normal expression, with three parts of curiosity, three parts of innocence, three parts of naughty, and one part of cute longing.

The rain gradually stopped.

The water on the street is still rushing.

The egg of the guest in white no longer hurts.

After all, Yi Lin didn't do anything cruel.

After the rain stopped.

Yi Lin glanced at Wang Xiaohu calmly, Wang Xiaohu understood, and yelled carelessly, acting out his true colors: "Brother Lin, should we go?"

"about there."

Saying that, Yi Lin also got up, and after showing some hesitation on her face, the little skinny legs that were just about to go downstairs turned around and walked towards Jian Nanchun.

Yi Lin blinked, looking innocent and innocent.

"Hey, Tianjianmen, is it very powerful?"

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