Black dark clouds hover in the night sky, and the sky was as dark as if pressing against the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled over the vast earth in the sound of the bitter wind. Not far away is the desolate ancient battlefield, with divine and magical traces shining together, from time to time, there are demons roaring, and the string music shining together.

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 extending alone to the distance. It just extends to the edge of the ancient battlefield and ends suddenly like an axe chopped by.

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 little light is lit alone on the edge of the ancient road, revealing some light. This is a wilderness hut. 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 south to north 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, frowned slightly, and sighed softly. In such a bad weather, I think there will be no more guests.

His cottage is located between Xiaochi Town and a large 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 ancient battlefield to the east, 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. There was a dark place that was hard to illuminate the lights. The man sat there alone, even his face was blurry. He looked at his face, but he looked very much like the devil general of the God Cult. 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 to 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 tea cup in front of him, drank the tea in the cup and said, "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 the Tongtian Sect and the gods of the righteous path were still fighting a big battle. Since then, the Demon Sect has not been eliminated by the righteous path, but has become increasingly prosperous. I heard that they are fighting with the righteous path 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 the life line and wealth line. It means that you may have a great disaster when you are old. Now, it's better to say less and less 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 started chatting. After talking about it, they talked about the battle between the righteous and demons in the Tongtian Sect a few days 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 the righteous path 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.

"Anyway, the situation of the Tongtian Sect was 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 only then did the Demon Sect repel the people!"

"Fart!" Suddenly, a light shout was heard, but the old man with extraordinary demeanor sitting at the same table as the girl. Everyone was shocked and looked at him. The old man said, "If the real Yuqing is really that powerful, why did the Tongtian Sect fight? So many people died in the Tongtian Sect, and even two of them died in the head. The other elders and disciples were even killed and injured. Are you a waste of money when you are the demons of the Demon Sect?"

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: "Zhenzhen, 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 took a sip of tea and almost choked by his words. She coughed twice and stared at the old man with a gloomy look. The old man was proud and didn't care at all. This old man was Zhou Daxian, the head of the Mangshan Sect who was walking all over the world, and his granddaughter Zhenzhen.

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

Zhou Daxian is very eloquent. Besides, he travels all over the world with his ability to open his mouth. He speaks 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 Daxian'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 Daxian 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 the juniors of Tongtian Sect do it!"

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

Zhou Daxian glared at her, then turned around and smiled. At this time, a young man next to him said, "Brother, what's wrong with that disciple of the Tongtian Sect's last surname? Has it really turned against the Tongtian Sect?"

Zhou Daxian frowned, was silent for a moment before shook his head and said, "This is not clear. The scene was in chaos at the day. It seemed that even the general was unconscious and was finally snatched by the Demon Cult and disappeared from now on."

The people around him sighed. In fact, the secret of the life of the general minister is actually a major secret of the Qinglong Temple and the Mangshan Sect of Tongtian Sect. It will never be spread. However, when the secret was revealed that day, there were a large number of people present, especially those from the Demon Sect, so over time, the world was slowly spread. However, what Zhou Daxian said at this moment seemed to have witnessed it with his own eyes on the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain that day.

Boss He sighed and said, "I don't know how the boy is now?"

"How is he doing now?" Suddenly, the voice of the mysterious man sitting in the corner sounded again, with a hint of vague vicissitudes of life.

Zhou Daxian turned his head, looked at the man sitting in the shadow, and said, "What, brother, do you know?"

The man was silent for a moment and slowly said, "Of course I know, but even if you are the ones who have seen him, you must not recognize him now."

Zhenzhen frowned and said, "What's wrong with him?"

The man stopped talking and just hid his figure in the darkness.
Chapter completed!