I really don't want to be a disaster

The name on the plaque of the tea house is a bit unique-Sanpinxuan.

There are many people hiding from the rain in Sanpinxuan.

Some of them seemed to have no money, but they were kicked out by a tall and powerful spectator in front of the teahouse.

When Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu stepped into the teahouse in a hurry, when the eyes of the tall spectators fell on Yi Lin's face, they first showed disgust.

Then he quickly turned to Wang Xiaohu, his eyes finally fell on the broad knife on Wang Xiaohu's waist, then he squinted his eyes, grinned, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, guest officer, look at the face, the two masters have noble faces, look It’s not an ordinary master. Come, come, you two, sit in the teahouse! Come on, give me a seat in the teahouse!”

"It seems that Wang Xiaohu's hidden charisma attribute is really not low."

Yi Lin muttered secretly.

It seems that Wang Xiaohu is really the right one to bring on this trip...it is very useful.

At the very least, it saves a lot of trouble.

But Wang Xiaohu's face doesn't look like someone with a high charm value.Charm and charm, do you really not need to look at your face?

Stepping into the teahouse, Yi Lin habitually observed the surrounding environment.

Even after spending 13 years here, Yi Lin still hasn't forgotten the little habits she had in trials as an apostle.

There is a middle-aged storyteller, waving a paper fan, talking about all kinds of anecdotes with great interest in the teahouse.

A group of tea drinkers surrounded the storyteller, saying hello and applauding from time to time.

On each tea table, groups of three or four were chatting about affairs in the Jianghu.

In the most conspicuous place of Sanpinxuan, there is a calligraphic work posted. In Yi Lin's opinion, the calligraphy is ordinary, but the content is somewhat interesting-"taste tea, taste people, and taste all things in the world."

The two sat on the second floor.

The open-air balcony is covered with tiles, and the environment is not too bad.

The surrounding sounds are very mixed.

The sound of storytelling, conversation, rain, and the melodious sounds of the next door all mixed together, like a song in the market.

It was Wang Xiaohu's first visit to the county seat, looking around, looking like a country bumpkin.

After a while, Yi Lin ordered a pot of hot tea, added a few plates of delicate and barren snacks, and sat down steadily.

"call--"

Wang Xiaohu poured a full cup of hot tea, let it cool down a little with his mouth, and took a big gulp with his neck raised.It seemed that he was quite tired from the overnight journey, and he could finally rest.

Yi Lin closed her eyes and began to listen carefully.

Wang Xiaohu watched as Yi Lin closed his eyes and did not speak, did not drink tea, let alone eat. He was gnawing on peanuts boredly, counting one by one.The two were silent for a while, and finally Wang Xiaohu couldn't help it anymore. Thinking of what happened just now, he said in a low voice with a little shyness: "Brother Lin, I thought just now, where are you planning to go."

Wang Xiaohu pursed his lips towards the partition wall, meaning it was in place.

Yi Lin didn't open her eyes, and replied with a smile: "Maybe I really have a chance to go in and see."

"hiss……?"

Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath.

It rained heavily, and the vegetation in the old hometown was deep.

It rained for half an hour.

Go down and get bigger.

The guests in the teahouse were all trapped in the teahouse and couldn't leave. This group of people could only sip their tea and listen to the storytellers to pass the time.

When it was close to noon, the sky was still dark, and the dark clouds hadn't disappeared at all. It seemed that the long-lost rain would have to fall for a while.

On the street, due to the lack of drainage system, half of the street was flooded by bursts of turbulence, like a shallow stream, and the sound of water was constant.

Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu also sat in the "private seat" on the second floor for half an hour. Yi Lin asked someone to refill tea from time to time. After the sixth refill of the teapot, the waiter looked at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu. Something is wrong.

Wang Xiaohu was also a little apprehensive, did they sit here for a long time, any further delay would cause troubles every minute.

Don't get me wrong, Wang Xiaohu is not worried about the two of them, but the people in the teahouse.

Anyone who witnessed the bloody scene of Yi Lin killing the robbers with his own eyes would not naively think that Yi Lin is an innocent young man with no power to restrain himself.

"By the way, Brother Lin, are we still leaving?"

"Go?" Yi Lin finally opened her eyes, and looked at the latter speechlessly: "Where are you going?"

"Ah this?" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head, "I don't know about that."

"That's it." Yi Lin finally took a sip of the cold tea in front of her, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really tiring to collect information in this environment."

Here comes here!

Wang Xiaohu shook his spirits, regaining his spirits.

It's Brother Lin's dialect!

"Collect...information?"

Wang Xiaohu asked.

Yi Lin explained with a smile: "A place where fish and dragons are mixed is the easiest place to collect information. When people are relaxing, sometimes they will even inadvertently leak and reveal some secrets."

"Brother Lin, do you mean?" Wang Xiaohu first quietly stretched out his finger and poked it towards the space below, meaning "tea customers downstairs", then he looked at Yi Lin with more admiration in his eyes: "Brother Lin, What do you know?"

Yi Lin raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, just as she was about to say something, a strange movement came from downstairs.

"Shh."

Yi Lin made a motion to silence Wang Xiaohu, but he himself stood up, walked to the eaves of the second floor, and looked out.

In torrential rain.

A guest in white with a snow-white paper umbrella stepped on the water at a leisurely pace.

Chapter 801

In torrential rain.

The oil-paper umbrella of the guest in white has a shimmer on the surface.

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

And his footsteps are even more strange.

Every step he landed, the rushing water suddenly calmed down like a lake, without any waves.

I saw the guest in white rippling step by step, and behind him, little water flowers bloomed, like a lotus growing with each step.

"Something."

Yi Lin watched the guest in white walking slowly in the rain from the end of the street, and curiosity arose in her heart.

Bai Chuchu, the mother tiger of Qingniu Mountain, once said that the existence of the art of cultivation, regardless of Buddha, Taoism, and demons, is collectively called Taoism.

Out of tune with the world, it is called Xuan.

As for the demon, it belongs to another category, invisible to light, and is the public enemy of the human race.

In Taoism, it can be broadly distinguished and can be divided into the upper three doors, the middle three doors, and the lower three doors.

Outside of the Nine Gates, there were some messy local forces, and Bai Chuchu didn't know that many.

After all, she spent only a few decades walking the rivers and lakes.

Coupled with the passage of time over the years, she lived in seclusion for a long time, and the world has changed. She dare not talk nonsense about what is going on now.

But the nine schools of upper, middle and lower are mostly unstoppable.

The information given by Bai Chuchu floated in Yi Lin's mind, and she suddenly remembered Xiaoxi's No. [-] message.

In the message, Xiaoxi personally announced a main mission for herself.

The ten messages are not hard to find, just ask a little bit, and you can find out.

Only about the seven keys that Xiaoxi mentioned, Yi Lin still has no clue.

Bai Chuchu also asked three questions.

"Maybe we have to start with the monks."

Yi Lin soon had an interesting idea.

He hurriedly pushed Wang Xiaohu, who was just about to poke his head out to watch curiously, back to his seat, and whispered some instructions.

Ever since Wang Xiaohu got along with Yi Lin, he knew that the IQs of the two were not on the same level. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Yi Lin's order, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and nodded vigorously to express his understanding.

After giving some detailed instructions, Yi Lin also sat back in her original seat, Wang Xiaohu pretended to be indifferent, ordered food boldly, and asked Xiaoer to bring some authentic snacks.

The guest in white got closer and closer.

Downstairs in the teahouse, there was no sound.

All the tea drinkers who saw the guest in white seemed to be stunned by the man in white.

It's so eye-catching.

In this narrow area, only the sound of the Wanxiang Building next door, and the sound of the rainstorm, seemed to be the accompaniment of the guest in white.

Yi Lin sat on the seat with her head down, muttering to herself.

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

While muttering, Yi Lin stretched out an index finger first, with the fingertip pointing up;

But soon he shook his head, feeling wrong;

Soon he clenched his fist again... and lifted it up abruptly.

"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, and his waist, which was originally straight, instantly bent 45 degrees, and his whole body contracted into a half ball.

On the first floor of the tea house, the tea guests who were admiring the demeanor of the guest in white walking on the water suddenly widened their eyes like a frightened bird.

Crash.

Some even backed away in fright, knocking down a chair.

Small citizens in the mundane world, where have they seen such a battle?

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

It can't be said that when they bent down and stomped their feet, the surrounding blood flowed like a river, and no one was spared.

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

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

I do not know how long it has been.

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

The guest in white regained his movement. He stood on the water, took a deep breath, and moved his legs step by step, stepping into the teahouse.

"Crack."

The guest in white put away the white umbrella, and the oil-paper umbrella was carried behind his back, so as not to get wet.

Only then did everyone see the true face of the guest in white.Immediately, there were dozens of tea guests on the first floor, and Qi Qi called a good guy in his heart.

I saw the guest in white dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he was very handsome.

His sharp eyes quickly swept over the faces of the astonished tea guests one by one, his brows first furrowed and then relaxed, and he didn't know what made him unhappy, and made him hide his anger in his brows.

The guest in white scanned around, then walked to the counter in silence, a glistening silver floated out from his sleeve, and landed on the counter silently.

"Heavenly Sword Gate, Jian Nanchun, come here to find some peace."

Taoist monks walk in the secular world, the first thing they say is always to report their family.

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

Thirdly, if something happened to be a chivalrous man, he could still earn a little reputation for the master.

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