Chapter 801

In the torrential rain.

White clothes guest's oil paper umbrella has a faint light on its surface.

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

And his footsteps are even more strange.

Every step he took, the turbulent current was as calm as a lake, and there were no waves.

I saw the white guest ripple step by step, blooming a little water behind him, like a lotus step by step.

"Something."

Yilin looked at the white guest walking slowly in the rain from the end of the street, and his curiosity grew in his heart.

Bai ChuChu, the king tiger of the mountain bully in qingniu mountain, once said that understanding the existence of the art of practice, whether Buddha, Tao or devil, is collectively referred to as the Xuanmen.

It is incompatible with the secular world and is called Xuan.

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

The Xuanmen can be divided into three gates: the upper gate, the middle gate and the lower gate.

Outside the nine gates, there are some messy local forces. Bai ChuChu doesn't know so much.

After all, her days of wandering in the Jianghu were only a few decades.

In addition, these years have passed, she has lived in seclusion for a long time, the world has changed, and she doesn't dare to talk about what pattern it is now.

But the upper, middle and lower nine doors are probably not down.

The intelligence given by Bai ChuChu floated in Yilin's brain, and suddenly remembered Xiaoxi's No. 1 message.

In the message, Xiao Xi personally issued a main task for himself.

Ten messages are not difficult to find. You can know by asking a little.

Only the seven keys that Xiao Xi said, Yilin still has no clue.

Bai ChuChu also asked three questions.

"Maybe we have to start from the friar power."

Yilin soon had an interesting idea.

He hurriedly pressed Wang Xiaohu, who was just about to poke out his head and curious onlookers, back to his seat and whispered a few instructions.

After mixing with Yilin, Wang Xiaohu knew that their IQ was not at the same level. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Yilin's orders, he didn't dare to ask more questions and nodded hard to understand.

With a few detailed instructions, Yilin also sat back in place. Wang Xiaohu pretended to be nothing, ordered dishes boldly, and asked the waiter to send some authentic snacks.

People in white are getting closer and closer.

Under the teahouse, there was no sound.

All the tea guests who saw the white guest coming seemed to be stunned by the force of the white guest.

It's so eye-catching.

In this narrow area, only the decadent sound from the Wanxiang building next door and the sound of rainstorm seem to have become the accompaniment of white clothes.

Yilin was in his seat, drooping his head and whispering.

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

While muttering, Yilin first stretched out an index finger with the fingertip upward;

But soon he shook his head and felt something wrong;

Soon he clenched his fist again... And jerked it up.

"Give you a punch."

……

"Oh -"

The white clothes man who was walking on the water suddenly turned white. He suddenly clamped his legs and his knees trembled. The originally straight waist bent 45 degrees in an instant, and the whole person contracted into half a ball.

On the first floor of the teahouse, the tea guests who were looking at the white clothes and stepping on the water suddenly opened their eyes like frightened birds.

Wow.

Some people even backed back and knocked down a chair.

Ordinary people in the world, where have you seen this battle?

In their eyes, these people are high and immortal people with great skills.

It doesn't mean that when they bend down and eat, there is a river of blood around them, and no one can be spared.

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

The oil paper umbrella covered the white guest's face, so that people could not see his face clearly. But his whole body trembled violently, as if brewing some power.

I don't know how long it took.

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

The man in white took another action. He stood on the water and took a deep breath. He moved his legs step by step and stepped into the teahouse.

"Click."

The white clothes guest put away the white umbrella and put the oil paper umbrella behind him without dripping water.

At this time, all the people saw the true face of the white guest. Suddenly, dozens of tea guests on the first floor shouted a good guy in their hearts.

I saw the white clad guest dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and stars, eyes like electricity, handsome and extraordinary.

His fierce eyes quickly swept over the stunned tea guests' faces one by one. His eyebrows first wrinkled and then relaxed. I don't know where it annoyed him and made him angry.

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

"Tianjian gate, Jiannanchun, come here to find purity."

When a monk of Xuanmen walks in the secular world, he always tells himself the first thing he says.

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

Third, in case of anything to do chivalry and uphold justice, I can earn some reputation for the school.

Everyone's attention fell on Jian nanchun's face and silver. No one noticed that his legs were still shaking under his robe.

The next second, everyone's attention was sipped by Jian nanchun's words.

The silence broke in an instant.

Some people breathe, some face doubts, some dare not say more.

The sound of breathing continued.

The shopkeeper is a fat middle-aged man.

He personally wrote down the slogan of sanpinxuan - tasting tea, tasting people and tasting everything in the world.

At this time, after Jiannanchun of Tianjian gate opened his mouth, he stared and finally came back to his senses. He bowed down and took medicine. His attitude was outrageous: "pengpi Shenghui, pengpi Shenghui! I don't know if the immortal of Tianjian gate is coming. Small ones have lost their welcome and lost their welcome!"

Uncle Niu once said that no one can be called immortal since the seven Jue female emperors.

But people in the world don't think so.

Friars have many strange means. They come and go in the wind and rain. They are superior. To the common people, they are no different from immortals.

Most people in the secular world will respectfully call them "immortals" when they meet friars. Over time, this has become an unwritten rule. If you don't call it that way, you may annoy the monks with poor temperament, increase trouble or provoke murder.

Jiannanchun frowned again.

"Er......" the shopkeeper thought about the previous sentence after being polite. He quickly put away the silver on the table and didn't identify the authenticity. He hurriedly said: "clean, clean, keep clean! There are seats on the second floor. Waiter, take your guests -"

It's a coincidence.

Jiannanchun's seat is just next to the table of Yilin and Wang Xiaohu.

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

The shopkeeper is also a veteran and has a certain insight.

Before Wang Xiaohu stepped in front of the door, he was tall and strong with a knife at his waist. He knew it was difficult to provoke at first sight, so he arranged it on the second floor.

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

Wang Xiaohu didn't know what had happened just now, which forced Ge Gaogao's Jiannanchun eyes to sit next to him. So Wang Xiaohu obeyed his orders. After the dishes were served, he pretended to be a hungry ghost and ate in death without lifting his head.

Yilin stared at a pair of eyes full of childlike innocence and looked at each other.

At this time, if you pretend not to be interested in white clothes like Wang Xiaohu, there will be a ghost.

Sure enough, Jian nanchun glanced at the two children at the table next door, quickly looked away and didn't take it to heart.

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

After a while.

Here comes tea and two pottery cups.

This is another coincidence.

Yilin looked for a long time, then raised his glass and took a drink to hide his embarrassment.

It's really embarrassing.

Because Yilin found that he had just punched "throw eggs and ask the way", which seemed to be a superfluous thing.

Yilin's action was very natural, as if everything just happened had nothing to do with him. When the cup fell, Yilin looked at Jiannanchun as usual, with three points of curiosity, three points of childlike innocence, three points of naughtiness, and one point of cute vision.

The rain gradually stopped.

The water on the street is still splashing.

White clothes guest's eggs no longer hurt.

After all, Yilin didn't hurt.

After the rain stopped.

Yilin looked at Wang Xiaohu quietly. Wang Xiaohu understood and shouted, "brother Lin, should we go?"

"Almost."

Said, Yilin also got up, and then his face showed some hesitation. After that, the little thin leg who was just about to step downstairs turned a direction and walked towards Jiannanchun.

Yilin blinked and looked innocent.

"Oh, Tianjian gate, is it powerful?"