In the torrential rain.
The white-clothed guest's oil-paper umbrella glowed faintly.
Before the rain fell, it was separated by a few centimeters by that layer of faint light. It was very strange.
And his footsteps were even stranger.
Every time his footsteps landed, the turbulent water would immediately become as calm as a lake, without any waves.
The white-clothed guest created ripples with every step. Behind him, there were splashes of water, like lotuses blooming with every step.
"There's something."
Irin looked at the white-clothed guest walking slowly from the end of the street in the rain. He was curious.
Mountain Tyrant Tigress Bai Chuchu of Green Ox Mountain once said that the existence of cultivation, whether it was Buddha, Taoist, or Devil, were all called Xuanmen.
They were incompatible with the secular world and were called Xuanmen.
As for demons, they belonged to another category. They could not be seen and were the public enemy of the human race.
And in Xuanmen, they could be roughly divided into three upper, three middle, and three lower gates.
Outside of the nine gates, there were some messy local forces. Bai Chuchu did not know much about them.
After all, she had only been in Jianghu for a few decades.
In addition, time had passed, and she had been hiding most of the time. The world had changed, and she did not dare to say what the current situation was.
But the upper, middle, and lower gates were still standing.
Irin thought about the information given by Bai Chuchu, and suddenly remembered Xiaoxi's first message.
In the message, Xiaoxi had personally given him a main mission.
The ten messages were not hard to find. He could find them by asking around.
Only the seven keys that Xiaoxi mentioned, Irin still had no clue.
Bai Chuchu also did not know.
"Maybe I have to start from the cultivator forces."
Irin quickly had an interesting idea.
He quickly pushed Wang Xiaohu, who was about to poke his head out to look curiously, back to his seat and whispered a few words.
Ever since Wang Xiaohu followed Irin, he knew that their intelligence was not on the same level. Although he did not understand the deeper meaning of Irin's words, he did not dare to ask. He nodded hard to show that he understood.
After a few more words, Irin also sat back down. Wang Xiaohu pretended that nothing had happened and ordered a few dishes. He also asked the waiter to bring a few plates of local snacks.
The white-clothed guest walked closer and closer.
Below the teahouse, there was already no sound.
All the customers who saw the White Clothed Guest walking over seemed to be stunned by the White Clothed Guest's posturing.
Pretending and standing, it was too eye-catching.
In this narrow space, only the sounds of decadent music from Wanxiang Brothel next door and the sound of the storm could be heard. It seemed to have become the white-robed guest's accompaniment.
Yi Lin sat in her seat, lowered her head, and muttered to herself.
"How can I achieve the maximum damage with the least consumption?"
As she muttered, Irin stretched out her index finger with the tip pointing upwards.
However, he quickly shook his head and felt that it was inappropriate.
Soon, he clenched his fist again … and raised it abruptly.
"I'll give you a punch."
…
"Oh —"
The face of the white-clothed guest, who was walking on the water, suddenly turned pale. He clamped his legs together and his knees trembled. His originally straight back instantly bent forty-five degrees, and his entire body curled into a half-ball.
On the first floor of the teahouse, the customers who were admiring the white-robed man's graceful appearance of walking on water suddenly widened their eyes like birds startled by the twang of a bow.
Whoosh.
There were even people who retreated in fright and knocked over a row of chairs.
How could the ordinary citizens of the mortal world have seen such a scene before?
In their eyes, these people were all high and mighty immortal cultivators with great abilities.
It was impossible for them to bend their backs and stomp their feet, causing rivers of blood to flow around them. No one would be spared.
The white-robed guest's action of bending his back and clamping his legs together was unfathomable. It gave the customers quite a fright.
The oil-paper umbrella covered the white-robed guest's face, making it difficult for them to see his appearance clearly. However, his entire body was trembling violently, as if he was gathering some kind of power.
After an unknown period of time …
The customers in the teahouse made gulping sounds as they swallowed.
The white-robed guest moved again. He stood on the water and took a deep breath. He actually moved his legs step by step and stepped into the teahouse.
"Crack."
The white-robed guest put away the white umbrella and carried it on his back. Not a single drop of water touched it.
At this moment, everyone saw the white-robed guest's true appearance clearly. Immediately, the dozens of customers on the first floor exclaimed in their hearts, "What a guy!"
The white-robed guest was dressed in white. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His gaze was like lightning. He was extraordinarily handsome.
His sharp gaze quickly swept across the shocked faces of the customers. His brows furrowed first, then relaxed. No one knew what they had done to make him unhappy, but there was anger hidden between his brows.
The white-clothed guest looked around and silently walked to the front of the counter. A piece of shiny silver floated out from his sleeve and landed silently on the counter.
"Jian Nanchun of the Heavenly Sword Sect is here for some peace and quiet."
When cultivators of the Profound Sect walked the mortal world, the first thing they did was always to introduce themselves.
Firstly, they could distinguish between friend and foe. Secondly, they could save a lot of trouble.
Thirdly, if he were to come across any chivalrous deeds, he could earn some reputation for his sect that was better than nothing.
Everyone's attention fell on the white-robed guest, Jian Nanchun's face and the silver. No one noticed that his legs were still trembling under his robe.
In the next second, everyone's attention was drawn back to Jian Nanchun's words.
The dead silence was instantly broken.
Some people breathed heavily, some looked puzzled, and some did not dare to speak.
The sound of breathing was incessant.
The shopkeeper was a fat middle-aged man.
He had personally written the slogan of the Third Grade Pavilion — — Taste tea, taste people, taste everything in the world.
At this time, after the Heavenly Sword Sect's Jian Nanchun opened his mouth, he opened his eyes wide and finally came back to his senses. He bowed and drank the medicine. His attitude was ridiculously good: "Your presence brings light to my humble dwelling! I did not know that the Exalted Immortals of the Heavenly Sword Sect would come. Please forgive me for not coming out to greet you! "
Lord Ox had once said that after the Seven Absolutes Empress, no one could call themselves an Immortal.
But the people of the mortal world did not think so.
Cultivators had many strange methods. They came in the wind and left in the rain. To the people of the mortal world, they were no different from Immortals.
Most of the people of the mortal world would respectfully address cultivators as "Exalted Immortals". Over time, this had become an unwritten rule. If they did not address them as such, they might even annoy cultivators with bad tempers. It would only increase trouble or cause them to kill.
Jian Nanchun furrowed his brows again.
"Uh …" After the polite exchange, the shopkeeper finally understood the previous sentence. He quickly put away the silver on the table and did not check whether it was real or fake. He hurriedly said: "Quiet, quiet, I guarantee that it will be quiet! There are still seats on the second floor. Waiter, bring the guest — — "
Speaking of which, it was a coincidence.
The seat that Jian Nanchun was arranged was right next to Irin and Wang Xiaohu's table.
There was an empty table in the middle, which happened to be in the corner.
This shopkeeper was also a wily old fox. He had a certain level of insight.
When Wang Xiaohu stepped in the door, he was tall and strong. He even had a knife at his waist. With one look, he knew that he was not to be trifled with. Therefore, he was arranged to be on the second floor.
And Jian Nanchun was obviously not to be trifled with. He was also arranged to be on the second floor. Moreover, it was in the corner of the second floor, a place that was obviously suitable for "quiet".
Wang Xiaohu had no idea what had just happened. This high and mighty Jian Nanchun was sitting right next to him. Therefore, Wang Xiaohu obeyed the instructions. After the side dishes were served, he pretended to be hungry and ate to death. He did not even raise his head.
Irin stared with a pair of innocent eyes, sizing up the other party.
At this time, if he acted like Wang Xiaohu and pretended that he was not interested in the white-clothed guest, that would be strange.
As expected, Jian Nanchun lightly glanced at the two children at the table next to him. He quickly looked away and did not take it to heart.
He secretly stretched out a hand to his crotch and rubbed something. His face was calm.
After a while.
The tea arrived. There were also two cups.
This was another coincidence.
Irin looked at it for a long time. Then, he raised the cup and drank a mouthful to hide the awkwardness in his heart.
It was indeed quite awkward.
Because Irin realized that his "throwing the egg to ask for directions" seemed to have done something unnecessary.
Irin's actions were very natural. It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. When the cup fell, Irin's expression was as usual. He looked at Jian Nanchun with 30% curiosity, 30% innocence, 30% naughtiness, and 30% adorable longing.
The rain gradually stopped.
The water on the street was still flowing.
The white-clothed guest's balls were no longer hurting.
After all, Irin did not go all out.
After the rain stopped.
Yi Lin glanced at Wang Xiaohu without batting an eyelid. Wang Xiaohu understood and shouted loudly, showing his true colors. "Brother Lin, we should go, right?"
"It's about time."
After saying that, Irin also stood up. Then, after some hesitation on his face, his thin little legs that were about to go downstairs changed direction and walked towards Jian Nanchun.
Irin blinked, looking innocent and flawless.
"Hey, is the Heavenly Sword Sect very powerful?"
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