The weather in spring is often changeable, it is a sunny morning, but at noon suddenly the wind blows, the clouds are like ink, and the rain is falling sharply!

The deafening thunder, accompanied by the white-purple lightning that pierced the sky and pierced the heavens and the earth, made people feel terrified of the vast celestial might.

"Master, why are you saying that the weather is so strange, obviously the weather forecast says that it will not rain today. ”

Lying at the window tomorrow night, looking at the rain curtain outside that almost lost visibility, he sighed with emotion.

"How can mortals see the changes of time?" Xuan Wei replied casually.

Faintly, Xuanwei thought that this sudden, apocalyptic bad weather was not simple.

Even if he didn't turn on the Qi Hope Technique, Xuan Wei could feel it personally, and at this moment, the heavens and the earth were filled with a strong sense of righteousness, as well as a trace of unclear and indescribable mysterious Dao rhyme.

"Maybe it's a senior master who is crossing the catastrophe?" said with a light in his eyes tomorrow night.

Xuan Wei heard this, but he didn't say anything to puncture the beautiful fantasy of tomorrow night.

In the past thousands of years, there have been very few powers that have truly cultivated to this realm, especially in this period of the end of the Fa, unless there are people who have great luck and qualifications against the heavens, and cultivate for thousands of years, there may be a glimmer of chance to touch the heavenly tribulation.

Bang!

A bolt of lightning suddenly fell, illuminating the pitch-black sky for a few minutes, and a few seconds later, the thunder that seemed to be about to collapse the sky exploded.

Tomorrow night seemed to be frightened, and the whole person trembled and fell to the ground.

"Dragon, master, there is a dragon in the clouds!" Ignoring the pain in his buttocks, he got up from the ground tomorrow night, pulled Xuanwei's sleeve and said excitedly.

Xuan Wei looked at the bright night with a red face and messy speech, and couldn't help but walk to the window and look outside.

In the darkness, except for the rain curtain of white flowers, Xuanwei couldn't see anything else at all, let alone the dragon in the clouds!

"Master, it's true, I really see it! The moment the lightning illuminated just now, there was a dragon shadow churning in the clouds!" Ming Ye pointed out the window, puffing out his cheeks and trying to emphasize.

"Oh, maybe there's a dragon doing the rain!" Xuan Wei replied lightly.

Tomorrow Night pouted and looked at Xuanwei resentfully, as if silently protesting whether you could be more perfunctory.

"No, master, you have to watch with me, and if there is lightning again, maybe you can see the dragon again!" said Ming Ye stubbornly.

Xuanwei sighed, anyway, there was nothing left and right, so he simply accompanied him to watch the rain tomorrow night.

"Hurry up and get another bolt of light!" muttered Mingye to himself.

Xuan Wei reached out and touched his head, and was about to say something, when a dazzling lightning bolt suddenly pierced the rain curtain.

In an instant, the Xuanwei Ghost Envoy turned on the Qi Hope Technique and looked towards the sky.

In the next second, Xuanwei's eyes were dark, and a little blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Master, what's wrong with you? don't scare tomorrow night!"

Hearing Xuanwei's muffled snort, he turned his head to look at it tomorrow night, only to see Xuanwei's face pale, and the corners of his mouth were even more red bloodstains, and he was so anxious that he cried out at the moment.

"It's okay to be a teacher, it's just that I touched something that shouldn't be touched!" Xuan Wei gently patted Ming Ye's bald head and said softly.

At the moment when Xuan Wei opened the Qi Hope Technique, he clearly saw that there was a demonic qi condensed in the clouds, and at the moment when the lightning fell, the purple righteous qi that was as mighty as the sky was like a giant sword slashing towards the root of the demonic qi, and a trace of breath escaping from it made Xuanwei, who was trying to detect in vain, taste the bitter fruit.

"Could it be that there are really some monsters that are suffering from the catastrophe or suffering from the punishment of heaven? In that direction, Xizi Lake, dragon, that's right!" The many pieces of information in Xuanwei's mind pieced together a clue in an instant.

"Tomorrow night, a few days ago, you said that some pilgrims talked about the appearance of a multi-meter snake suspected to be a snake demon in Xizi Lake?" Xuan Wei turned to Ming Ye and asked.

"Yes, when I told my master about it, you still flicked it on my head several times!" Ming Ye complained.

After getting Mingye's affirmation, Xuanwei couldn't help frowning.

For some reason, Xuanwei was inexplicably a little panicked and uneasy for a while.

For cultivators, this kind of unprovoked sign often indicates something, and it is extremely effective.

"Tomorrow night, I'm going to go out for a while!" Qiang calmed down and said slightly.

"Master, you are in this state now, and the weather outside is so bad. Tomorrow Night said with some embarrassment.

The mountain road of Lingyun Mountain is not easy to walk, not to mention the bad weather of storms and thunder at the moment, and it is not unreasonable to worry about Xuanwei who is not in a good state tomorrow night.

"Don't worry, be measured for the teacher. Xuan Wei took out the coat and hat from the house and put them on, this kind of weather umbrella and raincoat are far less useful than these things that have been obsolete by the times.

Seeing that Xuanwei was imperative tomorrow night, he no longer dissuaded him at the moment, and sent Xuanwei out of the house.

Before leaving the view of heaven and earth, Xuanwei came to the ancient well of Longquan and scooped a scoop of spiritual spring water and swallowed it.

After feeling the aura in his body smoothed out, Xuanwei bowed in the direction of the main hall, pushed open the door of the Taoist temple and walked down the mountain.

Pearl-sized raindrops fell on the one hundred and eighth steps of Qingyun, diffusing the dense water vapor, making this step more and more immortal and charming.

It's just that Xuanwei's mind is now all in other places, and he has no intention of appreciating it at all, and his steps are fast on the steps.

Syllable!

Just as Xuan Wei stepped on the first step, his vision was in a trance, and in the rain, he seemed to have traveled through space and time.

It was also a rainy day, but there was no wind or thunder, and the misty drizzle fell on the West Lake, but it was a bit poetic.

A little boy of about five or six years old, dressed in a Taoist robe, squatted on the ground with a sad face, his eyes filled with compassion.

On the grass in front of the little boy, there was a small green snake the size of two fingers, the green snake was covered in scaly wounds, and the blood stained on the grass was shocking.

The green snake spat out the letter weakly, and stared vigilantly at the approaching person with big eyes, as if warning something.

The little boy opened his mouth, as if to say something, and then softly stretched out his hands and picked up the little green snake.

The little green snake that was picked up by the little boy writhed with difficulty, and the blood flowed from the wound, if it didn't really have extra strength, it would definitely open its mouth and bite the little boy's hand hard.

Sensing the green snake's abnormal movement, the little boy's movements became more and more gentle, and his fingers gently stroked the little green snake's head.

I don't know if I realized the little boy's kindness, or if I really didn't have the strength to struggle, the little green snake quietly closed his eyes and lay in the palm of the little boy's hand.

In the rain, the figure of the little boy walked farther and farther.

"It's ......"

The scene in front of him was still a white rain curtain, and Xuan Wei subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his eye.

Mixed with the rain, he still touched some warm tears.