In the evening, a gentle afterglow crept into a corner of the street. There, a young man with a gray face, a disheveled head, and ragged clothes was asleep.

His name is Hua Sandao, and he undoubtedly looks like a down-and-out beggar. But unfortunately, he wasn't.

Perhaps not long ago, he had just experienced a thunderstorm over a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean.

You may be in disbelief, but it is.

In other words, if nothing else, he is no longer a mortal but a god.

But for now, it's clear that something has gone wrong with this time.

……

On the corner of the street, an old swarthy man was slowly spinning an old-fashioned popcorn machine that was ten times blacker than him.

From time to time, he smiled as he looked around at the crowd that had stopped watching, his lips opening and closing as if he were muttering some incantation.

Suddenly, he jerked to his feet and stood up the old, red-burned popcorn machine. Then, he stepped on one end of the machine, held one end of the machine in one hand, and let out a loud sigh in his mouth, "Boom~"

"Bang~"

A deafening popping sound suddenly rang out.

And with this sudden sound, Hua Sandao, who was originally lying on the stone steps, suddenly trembled, and then jumped up violently and shouted with both hands: "Mixed Yuan Wuji, Xuanmen Imperial Thunder!"

This grotesque and inexplicable move undoubtedly stemmed from a kind of instinct on the part of the three knives. And time seems to be frozen in the next second.

Almost everyone's eyes shifted from the old-fashioned popcorn machine to the down-and-out beggar behind them, who suddenly looked up to the sky and frightened them.

"Huh?" Gradually, Sandao's consciousness began to condense and awaken. As he slowly opened his eyes, a kind of inner carnival began to spread wantonly at the corners of his mouth.

"Hahaha~" He couldn't help laughing, "Lao Tzu is not dead! Lao Tzu has succeeded! Lao Tzu has survived the Nine Tribulations of the Heavenly Dao, and Lao Tzu has become a god!"

The laughter lasted for a while, just for a while! Then, Sandao immediately spotted the surrounding melon-eating crowd. They looked like they were watching some kind of acrobatic performance, and they looked like they were looking at a seriously ill patient. Their gaze paused for a moment on Sandao's body, and then they were drawn back by the swarthy old man's shout.

An old woman sighed and took a step forward to Sandao, then took out a five-dollar change from her pocket and threw it at Sandao's feet, "Go buy something to eat!" she said earnestly, and then paced away.

"What?what?why?" Sandao looked at the five-dollar change that had fallen at his feet, staring at the confusion with wide eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized his embarrassment.

"Damn, Lao Tzu's Ice Crystal Armor and Beidou Dragon Shirt?" he said while shaking off the tattered and scorched clothes on his body, "Mother Xipi, it's all rotten like this!"

"No, no, no, where the am I!" After a few minutes, Sandao began to face up to the problem.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he could remember that it had happened not long ago.

A hundred years of painstaking practice. After the completion of the exercises, he finally ushered in the legendary Ascension Thunder Tribulation. In the vast Pacific Ocean, he unscrupulously displayed his supreme supernatural powers.

However, what he didn't expect was that the power of the Heavenly Dao Tribulation Thunder was far beyond his imagination. After using all his strength, the three knives were still unconscious by the last thunderbolt. He actually thought that he was dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive now, so of course he instinctively thought that he had successfully crossed the tribulation and ascended to become a god.

But for now, it is clear that this is not the place for God. Here, there is no doubt that he is an ordinary small city.

"Gurgling~" The stomach was inexplicably hungry at this time, which made Sandao directly depressed and even frightened to the extreme.

"I'm hungry? I'm hungry?" he caressed his belly, which was still screaming, looking incredulous, "I'm a god, I'm hungry! Damn, a hundred years ago, I was already a grain!"

A somewhat delicate young man passed by at this time, stopped slightly, and threw a few coins at Sandao. The crisp sound of the coin landing made Sandao temporarily come back to his thoughts, "What are you doing, call Hanako!" he said angrily, and threw the coin at the young man along with the five yuan change he had had earlier.

"Huh?" the young man opened his mouth, looking a little stunned. Soon, however, he picked up the change and paced on.

"Damn, does Lao Tzu look like a beggar now!" Sandao muttered a few more times in anger, but the constant screaming of his stomach made him feel more and more hungry.

"Oh no!" he suddenly slammed to his feet and kept pounding on himself. It wasn't until he took a few breaths that he frowned, sometimes smiling bitterly, sometimes smirking, "Mom, where the hell have I gotten for my cultivation and mana!"

My stomach was getting hungry and I was getting hungry, and there was a steamed bun shop not far away. The steaming steamed buns seem to have just been steamed, as if they were deliberately prepared for the three knives. There are also a few restaurants in sight, and there is a smell of aroma coming from inside.

"Damn!" Sandao searched all over his body again, but found nothing. In order to deal with the Heavenly Dao Nine Tribulation Thunder, he can be said to be desperate and ruined, and all his belongings were also wasted under the thunderstorm. If there is anything to be thankful about at the moment, I am afraid that his old life is still alive.

"No, no, no, you have to find a way to fill your stomach first!"

With a decision, he soon found that the young man who had thrown him the coin had not gone far, so he hurried after him.

"Hey, hey, hey~" As soon as he caught up with the young man, Sandao pulled his sleeve and said a little angrily: "Pay me back the money just now!"

"What?" the young man was stunned for a moment, then looked a little displeased, "Neuropathy, you!" he pulled back his tugged sleeve, and then quickened his pace without paying attention!

"Stop, you stop me! No matter what, you have to pay me back the five dollars!"

"Go away, you're sick!"

"You don't give it! You know if you're robbing!"

……

He chased the young man for a while, and finally got the five yuan change back and bought five buns and a cup of soy milk. He ate with a mouthful of oil, and his face was pleasant.

His name is Hua Sandao, and he was born in the last years of the Qing Dynasty. When his mother gave birth to him, his father was killing chickens in the kitchen, and the chicken was chopped three times by his father, and then he was born. So his father named him and spent three knives.

After the birth of the three swords, the situation was turbulent and the war was chaotic. At the same time, he suffered a lot but got a piece of immortal cultivation inheritance due to the accident of fate, and when those ethereal legends and supernatural powers began to become real and vivid in the world of the Three Swords, he embarked on an unknown path of immortal cultivation with enough determination.

Then, after more than a hundred years of penance, he tasted the mischievous and tricks of fate. He had been devastated by the thunderstorm he had worked on for more than a hundred years, and if it weren't for those five buns, he felt like he might not have survived tonight - and a second before, he thought he was a god.