The wind carried the icy rain stars, as if looking for something in the streets, east and west, and a red flash in the distance to the north seemed to open a black cloud, revealing a large patch of blood.

The wind occasionally deflected, pulling the rain to sprinkle on the middle-aged man and the old rickety old man who took shelter from the rain on the street, and the picture was not miserable.

Chen Daosheng looked at Zhou Fan, whose clothes were already wet, with a guilty face, and secretly hated that he was useless, so he took off the robe on his body, and wanted to put it on Zhou Fan: "Master, are you cold." ”

Zhou Fan waved his hand at it, signaling that he didn't need to, looking at the rain pouring from the sky, and feeling the luck carefully.

The space that can be felt is limited, and it is equivalent to a master station that receives signals, and the space where mental power pervades is the scope of perception.

Chen Daosheng next to him is a base station, and he also has a certain range of perception. It's just that the two are too close to each other, so his role is minimal.

The Quanzhen Movement is now like a ball, immersed in a vast ocean: the Song Dynasty's national fortune.

Of course, a larger humane luck, Zhou Fan can't perceive it yet.

Consciously controlling the movement of the religion to wander in the city of Jingzhaofu, suddenly, a quiet and dusty atmosphere of the movement was perceived by Zhou Fan.

A picture appeared in Zhou Fan's mind. In a dirty alley, a sloppy roadman with shaggy hair and ragged clothes is leaning against the corner, nibbling on a steaming dog's leg and pinning a bulging golden toad to his waist.

The heavy rain seemed to have a spiritual nature, and when it was about to fall on his head, it diverted down so that his clothes would not be wet.

"A generation of Daomen Sect Masters is not here to dig the foot of the wall. Zhou Fan retracted his perception and muttered to himself. The voice was inaudible, and Chen Daosheng next to him didn't notice it at all.

I saw that the streets were empty at this time, and there were not a single people. Zhou Fan transformed the true qi in his body into extreme yin, and the transparent ice mirror appeared at a special angle, extending from Zhou Fan's side to the end of the street one after another, turning a corner, until outside the alley where the sloppy Taoist was.

"This old man Wang really has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he must think that I am a charlatan, and he actually sent me out with such vulgar things. The sloppy Taoist shook his head and shook the broken silver in his hand.

"If it weren't for the fact that Lao Dao had been looking for so many years, he finally fell in love with a successor, and he didn't want to be treated with such contempt.

If you let those old things know that my Golden Toad Dao people stay in this kind of place every day, I'm afraid they won't be trying to mock me.

Alas.

Good apprentice, grow up quickly, and go back to Huashan with the master to practice earlier. The sloppy Taoist sighed a few words and bit a big bite of the dog's leg angrily.

Yu Guang seemed to see something, and suddenly looked back, and saw a middle-aged man and a gray-haired old man standing outside the alley taking shelter from the rain on the street, but such a strong wind and rain had already soaked their clothes.

When I looked closely, the two of them had disappeared, as if they had just been hallucinating. When I think about my own cultivation for decades, it can be said that there are few people in the world who are higher than my own Taoism, how can I have illusions.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, there is a lot of bitterness in the red dust, this old man looks like he must be more than 100 years old, how can he withstand the rain and wind. The sloppy Taoist hurriedly threw away the dog's leg in his hand, got up and wiped it on the Taoist robe on his body, and ran out of the alley.

"Hey, it's gone. The sloppy Taoist screamed, and after thinking about it, it must have been the ancestor who appeared just now, and let him go to help Yiyi, and the two of them should be in this Jingzhao Mansion.

Then he picked up the light work and searched for it along the streets and alleys. But how big Jingzhao Mansion is, even if the sloppy Taoist has extraordinary foot strength, if he wants to find Zhou Fan and the others, I am afraid it will be impossible in a few hours.

On the other side, Zhou Fan stroked his white beard, and his palm swung slightly, stirring the air flow in front of him, disrupting the past breeze.

The breeze swirls and collides with the wind that follows. As Zhou Fan's palm continued to swing just right, the breeze should have mostly blown to the right fork, but it completely changed direction and blew towards the left fork.

The breeze was interspersed in the lanes, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and at each fork, it always seemed to be controlled by a big hand in the dark, and rushed desperately towards one of the streets.

The sloppy roadman happened to reach the first fork in the road at this time, and he didn't know whether to go left or right, so he had to choose the left road at random and was about to go.

Suddenly, a fierce wind hit the road on the left, blowing the sloppy Daoist into a state of explosion.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Master Zu has manifested, not here. The sloppy Taoist was still bright-minded, and immediately chose another path.

In this way, at every fork in the road, there will be a strong wind to remind the sloppy Taoist which way to go.

Only a quarter of an hour later, the sloppy Taoist followed the best route and found the street where Zhou Fan was, and saw the two people on the side of the road who were caught in the wind and rain from a distance.

quickly tidied up his clothes, brushed his hair, and came to the two. True qi is released outside, forming a wall of qi to keep the rain and wind out for the two of them.

gave a salute: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this old man doesn't know how long he lives." Whether it is to escape the military disaster and come from the border. ”

Zhou Fan seemed to open his iron curtain-like eyelids hard, a kind smile appeared on his face, and the old voice sounded: "I can't remember the old way, I just know that Shuangqing has passed ten times."

The two old Taoists and apprentices came from Taihe Mountain to pass on my true Taoism.

It's just that I've been penniless here, but I have nowhere to stay. ”

When the sloppy Taoist heard this, he suddenly realized, and Shi Li said: "It turned out to be a Taoist senior, and the younger generation was taught by Mr. An Le, who belonged to Huashan Daomen, and the Taoist number was Jin Toad."

I haven't asked my seniors and this junior brother what to call them. ”

Chen Daosheng quickly adapted to the role, also gave a salute, and said politely: "Brother Dao, the name of the poor Dao is Chen Daosheng, this is the poor Dao master, he is the true master, and the Taoist number is mortal." ”

"Immeasurable Tianzun, the world's Daomen is one, the seniors also invite the juniors to come, and the juniors find a shelter for the seniors. Jin Toad Daoren asked Zhou Fan cautiously, for fear of upsetting his seniors.

"It's so good, I have a little friend. ”

"Senpai, please. ”

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"Master Du, open the door quickly, Lao Dao brought the Daomen seniors to shelter from the rain. The Golden Toad Daoist slammed on the door of the Du Mansion with a loud bang.

"It's coming, it's coming. After a while, a man in civilian clothes, about forty years old, opened the door: "Ouch, old Taoist leader, you are here, please come in quickly, who are these two?"

The Golden Toad Daoist said impatiently: "This is the senior of the Dao Sect of the Old Dao, and he has passed the double rare. The other is a disciple of the seniors. ”

Du Zhong was startled, and hurriedly came to Zhou Fan's side, held his arm, and said with concern: "It's very stormy outside, and the Taoist elders should enter the house quickly." ”

"Steward Qiu, tell your subordinates to burn the charcoal fire and bring a few clean clothes. ”