Infinite Throne

   Chapter 801 Throwing a stone to ask the way II

   in the torrential rain.

   The oil-paper umbrella of the white-clothed guest, with a shimmering light on the umbrella surface.

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

   And his footsteps are even more strange.

   Every time he took a step, the turbulent water was as calm as a lake, and there was no more waves.

   I saw the white-clothed guest step by step with ripples, and behind him, a little water bloomed like a lotus.

   "Something."

  Irin watched the white-clothed guest walk slowly in the rain from the end of the street, and curiosity arose in her heart.

   Bai Chuchu, the tigress of the mountain bully in Qingniu Mountain, once said that those who understand the art of cultivation, regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, or demons, are collectively called Xuanmen.

   is out of tune with the world and is called Xuan.

  As for demons, they belong to an alternative, invisible light, and are public enemies of the human race.

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

  Beyond the nine gates, there are some messy local forces, and Bai Chuchu doesn't know that much.

   After all, the days when she walked the rivers and lakes were only a few decades.

   In addition to the passage of time in these years, she has lived in seclusion for a long time, the world has changed, and she does not dare to talk about what the current situation is.

   But the top, middle and bottom nine doors are mostly unstoppable.

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

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

  Ten messages are not difficult to find, you can find out by inquiring a little.

   Only the seven keys Xiaoxi mentioned, Irin still has no clue.

   Bai Chuchu also asked three questions.

   "Maybe we have to start with the monks."

  Irin soon had an interesting idea.

   He hurriedly pushed Wang Xiaohu, who was just about to stick his head out and look around curiously, back to his seat, and whispered a few words.

  Wang Xiaohu knew that their intelligence quotients were not on the same level since he was with Yi Rin. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Yi Rin's instructions, he didn't dare to ask more and nodded vigorously to show his understanding.

   After instructing a few words carefully, Yi Rin also sat back in place, Wang Xiaohu pretended to be okay, ordered dishes arrogantly, and asked Xiao Er to bring some dishes of authentic snacks.

   The white-robed guest got closer and closer.

   Downstairs, there was no sound for a long time.

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

   It is so eye-catching.

  In this small circle, only the extravagant sound from the Wanxiang Building next door, and the sound of rainstorm, seemed to be the accompaniment of the white-clothed guest.

  Irin was sitting on the seat, bowing his head and muttering secretly.

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

   While muttering, Yi Rin first stretched out a forefinger, with the fingertip pointing upwards;

   But soon he shook his head, feeling inappropriate;

   Soon he clenched his fist again... and raised it sharply.

   "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, his waist, which was originally straight, was instantly bent forty-five degrees, and his whole body contracted into a half ball.

   On the first floor of the tea house, the tea patrons who were admiring the style of the white-clothed guest walking on the water suddenly widened their eyes like frightened birds.

  Wash la la.

   Some people even jumped back in fright and knocked over a piece of chairs.

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

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

   It doesn't mean that when they bend over and squat, there is a river of blood around them, and no one is spared.

   The white-clothed guest bent over and tucked his legs, making people unpredictable and frightening the tea guests.

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

I do not know how long it has been.

   There were bursts of swallowing "gudong" sounds among the tea guests.

  The white-clothed guest started moving again. He stood on the water, took a deep breath, and moved his legs step by step, stepping into the restaurant.

   "Crack."

  The white-clothed guest put away the white umbrella, the oil-paper umbrella behind him, so that no water drips.

   At this time, everyone saw the true face of the white-clothed guest. Immediately, there were dozens of tea guests on the first floor, all calling out a good guy in their hearts.

   I saw the white-clothed guest dressed in white, with sword-brows and star-like eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he was very handsome.

   His stern gaze quickly swept across the faces of the stunned tea patrons one by one. His brows first wrinkled and then relaxed, and he didn't know what made him unhappy, making him hide his anger.

  The white-clothed guest swept around and walked silently to the counter. A bright silver floated out from his sleeve and landed on the counter silently.

   "Tianjianmen, Jiannanchun, come here to find some purity."

  Xuanmen cultivator walks the mundane world, and the first thing he opens his mouth is always self-reporting his family.

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

  Three years, in case of any kind of chivalrous and righteous things, you can also earn a few reputations for the division that are better than nothing.

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

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

   The silence was instantly broken.

   Some people were breathing heavily, some were puzzled, and some were afraid to say anything.

   The sound of breathing is incessant.

   The shopkeeper is a fat middle-aged man.

   He personally wrote down the slogan of Sanpinxuan - tea, people, and the world.

At this time, after Jian Nanchun of Tianjianmen opened his mouth, he stared at him, finally came back to his senses, bowed and took the medicine, his attitude was ridiculously good: "Pengpi Shenghui, Pengpi Shenghui! I don't know Tianjianmen Immortal Dajia is here, and the little ones will be greeted from afar, and others will be greeted from afar!"

   Uncle Niu once said that since the Seven Absolute Empresses, no one can be called an immortal.

  But people in the world don't think so.

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

   When most people in the world meet a monk, they will honorably call them "Shangxian". Over time, this has become an unwritten rule. Once it is not called so, maybe it will annoy the monks with poor temperament, which will only add trouble or cause death.

   Jian Nanchun frowned again.

"Uh..." The shopkeeper pondered the previous sentence after the courtesan, and quickly put away the money on the table, without trying to distinguish the authenticity, he quickly said: "Clean, clean, keep clean! There is still a seat on the second floor. , Little Er, bring a distinguished guest—"

   is a coincidence.

  Jian Nanchun's seat was arranged next to the table for Yi Rin and Wang Xiaohu.

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

   This shopkeeper is also an old fritter, and has a certain vision.

   Before Wang Xiaohu stepped into the door, he was tall and strong, with a knife on his waist. He knew that he was not easy to mess with, so he arranged it on the second floor.

   And Jiannanchun is obviously more difficult to mess with, and 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 "cleanness".

  Wang Xiaohu didn't know what happened just now, so Jian Nanchun, who was so arrogant, sat beside him. So Wang Xiaohu obeyed the order, and after the side dish was served, he pretended to be a starving ghost and ate to death without raising his head.

  Irin stared at a pair of innocent eyes and looked at each other.

   At this time, if he, like Wang Xiaohu, pretended not to be interested in the white-clothed guest, that would be a ghost.

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

   He secretly stretched out a hand, reaching under his crotch, rubbing something, his face light and light.

  After a while.

  The tea came, and I brought two clay cups.

   This is another coincidence.

  Irin watched for a long time, then raised the cup and took a sip to hide the embarrassment in her heart.

   is really embarrassing.

  Because Yi Rin found out that the punch he just punched "to ask for directions" seemed to be a superfluous thing.

  Irin's movements were very natural, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with him. When the cup fell, Yi Rin looked as usual, looking at Jian Nanchun with three points of curiosity, three points of innocence, three points of naughty, and one point of cute longing.

  The rain gradually stopped.

  The water on the street is still rushing.

   The egg of the white-clothed guest no longer hurts.

   After all, Irin didn't make a ruthless attack.

  After the rain stopped.

   Yi Rin glanced at Wang Xiaohu calmly, Wang Xiaohu understood, shouted carelessly, and acted in his true colors: "Brother Lin, should we go?"

"almost."

   said, Yi Rin also got up, and after a bit of hesitation on his face, the little stovepipe that was just about to go downstairs turned a direction and walked towards Jian Nanchun.

  Irin blinked, looking innocent.

   "Hey, Tianjianmen, is it very powerful?"

   (end of this chapter)