In the heavy rain.

The white-clothed guest's oil-paper umbrella was shining on the surface of the umbrella.

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

And his steps were even more strange.

Every step he took, the turbulent water flow was as calm as a lake, without any waves.

I saw the white-clothed guest ripples step by step, and behind him, splashes of water bloomed, like lotus growing step by step.

“Something.”

Yi Lin watched the white-clothed guest walk slowly in the rain as he watched the rain come.

Bai Chuchu, the overlord tiger in Qingniu Mountain, once said that those who understand the art of cultivation, whether it is Buddha, Tao, or demon, are collectively called Xuanmen.

It is incompatible with the world and is called Xuan.

As for monsters, they belong to alternatives, cannot see light, and are public enemies of the human race.

In Xuanmen, there are general differences, which can be divided into three upper gates, three middle gates and three lower gates.

Beyond the Nine Gates, there are some messy local forces, so Bai Chuchu didn't know that much.

After all, she only had a few decades of traveling around the world.

In addition, the years have passed, she has been in seclusion for a long time, and the world has changed. She dares not talk nonsense about what the current situation is.

But the nine gates above, middle and lower are almost unstoppable.

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

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

Ten messages are not difficult to find. You can find out after asking for a little bit.

Only the seven keys Xiaoxi mentioned are still unclear.

Bai Chuchu also asked and didn't know.

"Maybe we have to start with the power of monks."

Yilin soon had an interesting idea.

He quickly pressed Wang Xiaohu, who was about to poke his head out of his head and watched curiously, back to his seat, and whispered a few instructions.

After 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 profound meaning of Yi Lin's instructions, he did not dare to ask too much, and nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

After giving me some instructions, Yi Lin also sat back to her original position. Wang Xiaohu pretended to be fine and ordered dishes with a generous order. He asked the waiter to bring some authentic snacks.

The white-clothed guest got closer and closer.

There was no sound down the teahouse.

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

It's so eye-catching.

In this narrow radius, only the desolate sounds from Wanxiang Tower next door, as well as the sound of heavy rain, seemed to have become the accompaniment of the guests in white.

Yi Lin was in the seat, lowering her head and muttering secretly.

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

While muttering, Yi Lin first stretched out her index finger and pointed her finger upwards;

But soon he shook his head, feeling inappropriate;

Soon he clenched his fists again... and lifted them up sharply.

"Give you a punch."

...

"oh--"

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

On the first floor of the teahouse, the teahouse who were watching the white-clothed guests stepping on the water suddenly opened their eyes like a frightened bird.

Crazy.

Some people even retreated back so much that they were scared and knocked down a chair.

Where have the little citizens in the secular world seen this scene?

In their eyes, these people are all noble and cultivators, and they are very capable.

If they bent down and beat up, the blood flowed into a river, and no one would be spared.

The white-clothed guest bent down and clamped his legs was unpredictable and scared the tea guests very much.

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

I don't know how long it took.

There were a series of "gum" sounds of swallowing among the tea guests.

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

"Click."

The customer in white put away the white umbrella and carried the oil-paper umbrella behind him, without any dripping water.

At this time, everyone could see the true appearance of the guest in white. Suddenly, dozens of tea guests on the first floor all called out in their hearts, saying good guy.

I saw a guest in white dress wearing white clothes, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were as bright as lightning, and his handsomeness was extraordinary.

His sharp eyes quickly swept across the faces of the shocked tea shoppers one by one. His brows first frowned and then relaxed. Someone didn't know where he was unhappy, which made him secretly angry.

The white-clothed guest swept around and walked to the counter silently. A shaky silver floated out of his sleeves and fell silently on the counter.

"Tianjianmen, Jian Nanchun, come here to find some purity."

When a monk from Xuanmen walks in the secular world, the first thing he says is that he always tells his family.

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

Third, if you encounter something chivalrous and righteous, you can still earn a few reputations for your masters that are better than nothing.

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

The next second, everyone's attention was sucked by Jian Nanchun's words again.

The dead silence was instantly broken.

Some people breathe heavily, some people show doubts, and some people dare not speak much.

The breathing sounds are endless.

The shopkeeper is a fat middle-aged man.

He personally wrote the Sanpinxuan slogan - tasting tea, tasting people, and savoring all the world.

At this time, after Jian Nanchun from Tianjian Gate spoke, he stared at his eyes, finally came to his senses, bowed to the medicine, his attitude was ridiculously good: "The brilliance is shining, the brilliance is shining! I don't know that the immortals on Tianjian Gate are coming, and the brilliance is shining, and the brilliance is shining!"

Mr. Niu once said that no one has been able to be called an immortal since the Seven-Secret Empress.

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

Monks have many bizarre means, coming from the wind, going from the rain, and being high above them. For the earthly people, they are no different from immortals.

Most people in the secular world will respectfully call them "Super Immortals" when they meet monks. Over time, this has become an unwritten rule. Once they are not called this, they may annoy monks with poor temper, which will only cause trouble or cause murder.

Jian Nanchun frowned again.

"Uh..." After the shopkeeper had made some courtesy, he thought of the previous sentence clearly. He put away the silver on the table without telling the authenticity. He hurriedly said: "Clean, purity, keep it clean! There is still a seat on the elegant seat on the second floor, a waiter, bringing guests--"

It's a coincidence.

The elegant seat that Jian Nanchun was arranged was right next to the tables of Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu.

There was an empty table in the middle, which happened to be in the corner.

This shopkeeper is also an old man, and he has some insight.

Before, Wang Xiaohu stepped into the door, with a strong cow and a strong horse, and a knife around his waist. He knew it was not easy to mess with at first glance, so he arranged it on the second floor.

Jian Nanchun is obviously even harder to mess with, and is arranged on the second floor, and it is located in the corner of the second floor, which is obviously in line with the "cleanness".

Wang Xiaohu didn't know what had happened just now, so the tall Jian Nanchun looked and sat next to him. So Wang Xiaohu followed the instructions and pretended to be a starving ghost after serving the dishes, and ate it to death without raising his head.

Yi Lin stared at the eyes full of innocent eyes and looked at the other person.

At this time, if I pretended not to be interested in the guest in white, like Wang Xiaohu, then there would be a ghost.

Sure enough, Jian Nanchun glanced at the two children at the next table, quickly looked away, and did not take it to heart.

He stretched out his hand secretly, reached under his crotch, rubbing something, and his face was calm and gentle.

After a while.

The tea came and brought two pottery cups.
To be continued...