The rumbling thunderstorm came from the sky. The sky of Jinling City, the imperial capital, was shrouded in black clouds in an instant, and immediately the wind raged and the torrential rain poured. The vendors around the street hurriedly cleaned up their stalls, and Jian Qiubaiqing looked at the magic calculation stall soaked in ink, thinking of the few copper coins in his arms, and smiled bitterly.

Thinking that he was a disciple of the head of the Tianji Sect, how could he have fallen into such a field. There is a saying that you can't live if you do your own evil, and you have to go down the mountain to experience it. He also boasted about Haikou in front of all the juniors and disciples, and this time he went down the mountain to practice, just to seek a breakthrough in his state of mind, never to reveal his Taoist identity, and not to use Taoism in front of others, let alone participate in the disputes of the world.

It is no wonder that he made such an oath, because in today's troubled times, the world is full of heroes, visions are frequent, and the morning star is rising, even if they have attained the Tao, they can see through the heavens. Nor can they interfere with the world, and the way of heaven has its own rules, and those who break these rules will not be able to live forever.

In the eyes of the senior brother with a faint smile, he also took out all his belongings and threw them on the table. This time when he went down the mountain, he had to break through the existing bottleneck, otherwise he would have no shame to face the "ardent and enthusiastic eyes" of his brothers and sisters.

His style has attracted the admiration of countless brothers and sisters, and at this moment his self-confidence has been swelled like never before.

He Jian Qiubai --- the proud son of the Son of Heaven in the Tianji Gate, he is the vane of countless senior brothers and sisters, but who knows that in the past few years, his martial arts have been stagnant, so he wants to go to the secular world to practice, maybe this will bring him a turnaround.

But he never expected this self-confidence to explode so quickly, he thought everything too simply.

Jian Qiubai glanced at the "Welcome Guests" restaurant at the intersection of the street, the sound of silk and bamboo was endless, and the tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of tea that had not been seen for a long time. Although this "welcoming guest" wine is famous, he loves the tip of the hair here.

Jian Qiubai hated his keen sense of smell at the moment, and a few days ago, he was chatting with his juniors and disciples here to taste the unique "Xinyang Top Maojian" in the world.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, he was sleeping outside this restaurant, eating and sleeping. Don't think that the immortals are all pure-hearted and have few desires, at least not their Tianjimen. The head of Tianji Gate, Tianji Daoren, bluntly said that if the Great Dao is to cut off the seven emotions and six desires and be a cold-hearted stone man, then he will also cultivate a fairy.

Their Tianji Sect is an outlier in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and they are not in the stream. They should eat, drink, and enjoy the same, if it weren't for the head of Tianji to get the Mahayana, the disciples under their names would be prepared, and the various sects would be afraid of Tianjizi, maybe one hundred and eight years earlier, they would be expelled from the Immortal Cultivation School, which is like now, always has a place in the Nine Great Dao Sect, and is respected by the world.

Thinking of this, Jian Qiubai took a deep breath, touched the empty pocket, and then looked at the "Welcome Guest" not far away, and couldn't help licking the cool raindrops on his lips, who said that immortals have no desires, he is very ** now. Although he is still 108,000 miles away from becoming a god.

The raindrops fell to his lips again, and he licked them lightly, cool and sweet.

Thinking that he is a good-natured, handsome and bright young man, he is actually ** to the end, if this matter is known by the brothers and sisters, they still don't think he is crazy. Thinking of this, Jian Qiubai lowered his head and smiled softly.

At this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting more and more urgent. Looking at the crowd rushing in the twilight street, Jian Qiubai put the box on his back, brushed the raindrops on his forehead, and looked at the more elegant "Welcome Guest" in the rain and fog again, and took out the navy blue oil umbrella gloomily. Anyway, if the Taoist doesn't believe it, he will rely on our Taoism, and he won't be able to enjoy this little welcome "Xinyang Maojian".

When he went out this morning, he also deliberately calculated a big hexagram for himself, and the hexagram showed a difference, thinking that he must have a lot of luck when he went out today. And this big luck number is faintly related to "green". As for what fortune it is, what does this "green" mean? With the Taoist master, his current Taoism really can't be calculated.

Jian Qiubai touched the dominoes hidden in the shadows, could it be that he was wrong again today, this can't be blamed on him, although his divination is accurate, but one out of ten times is still going to be a little flawed, this time it won't be so coincidental. Jian Daoye thought so, and without paying attention to his feet, he stepped into a big puddle.

"Master Dao, I really poured eight lifetimes of bad luck today, I didn't drink the tip of the hair, but stepped on the mud, it was really a house leak that happened to rain overnight." Jian Qiubai looked at the black stain on the snow-white robe, thinking that the brothers might be gathering around the oven to talk about poetry and talk about wine, and couldn't help but secretly regret it, blame this mouth, it's really cheap! Jian Qiubai spat on himself.

He couldn't use dust removal in front of people, and this time he went back to the inn, closed the door, and he didn't do what he wanted. He didn't break his oath either, thinking about it like this, he was faster, and he longed for a pair of hot wheels to come out under his feet.

I don't want to be in a hurry, the more trouble will happen. In the hurry, he didn't pay attention to the stumbling under his feet, and Jian Qiubai had no choice but to grab an object and hide his figure.

It's not the right touch, it's soft. Jian Qiubai lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand, this is a hand, this hand is small and slender, weak and boneless. Even if Jian Qiubai grew up in the Taoist temple since he was a child, except for his senior sister and sister, he didn't have too much contact with women, and he knew that this hand was definitely not what a man should have.

This thought flashed, and Jian Qiubai threw away her jade-like little hand as if she was being scalded by boiling water, and bounced. No, why is this little hand so cold and biting? Yes, it's cold and biting, like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, even if it's raining heavily, it shouldn't be like this!

Look at the owner of these hands, she is beautifully dressed and her body is light. The skin is like white jade, and the waist is as thin as a willow. Jian Qiubai's eyes froze straight, and at this time, under the raging rain, the figure under the thin shirt was faintly revealed, which led to reverie. She didn't realize it, and despite the wind and rain, she still stood upright in the rain.

Jian Qiubai felt a heat on his face. "Phew, you're still a Taoist kid, what are you thinking?" Looking at the girl standing like a pine in the wind and rain, Jian Qiubai secretly spat on herself and said, "This sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I was careless and abrupt just now, please forgive me." ”

Jian Qiubai shrank her hand unnaturally, took a step forward, propped the umbrella on the girl's head, and carefully watched her reaction from behind, but she didn't realize it. It's really strange, I often hear the senior brothers warn that although the people are open, they must not do anything that exceeds the rules, otherwise they will be entangled by the sister-in-law in the secular world, and this life will be over, and they can only stay in the secular world and have nothing to do with the fairy family.

He accidentally took this sister-in-law's hand just now, which should be regarded as exceeding the rules. His heart was pounding and out of order. I can only make amends, hoping that this sister-in-law can forgive him. But why is she different?

She shouldn't have done what the brothers said, or give him a slap on the spot, and never see each other again. Or is it just pestering him and asking him to give him a name? What's going on with this sister-in-law in front of you? Why don't you even give him a straight eye?

Should he secretly rejoice and run away? Looking at the extremely weak but straight back in front of him, his feet seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't move.

"Master Dao, I'm really alive today." As soon as these words came out, a cold gaze swept forward. What kind of eyes are these? Thousands of times brighter than this rain, those swarthy eyes can suck people in by accident, and at this moment, being stared at so coldly by the owner of these eyes, Jian Qiubai felt a chill on her body, and swallowed it when she reached her mouth, "This sister-in-law is so beautiful, of course this ghost will not be her." "However, looking at the sister-in-law's eyes, why are they still so strange, it can't be that she is dazzled.

But the sister-in-law only looked at him, and then turned her head again? What was there that deserved her so much attention?

Jian Qiubai followed her eyes and saw four vigorous and powerful characters: "Dingguo Mansion".

Jian Qiubai has always been deeply confident in his appearance, at least there is no one in the Tianji Gate to support him, could it be that in the secular world, his appearance can only be regarded as average, or is it not even average? Otherwise, why did this sister-in-law disdain herself, but she paid so much attention to the big words on the plaque. Yes, that's what it is.

Her eyes seemed to be caressing, as if she was reminiscing, like attachment, like reluctance, and a little sad. It's more firm, and those deep eyes reveal infinite emotion.

That year was the eighteenth year of Detai.

On this day, Jian Qiubai met someone who had been entangled with him all his life, or should he be entangled with all his life. A few years later, he often wondered if he would go down the mountain if he could turn back time, whether he would regret meeting her, whether he would be entangled with her, even if he asked thousands of times, his answer was the same, no regrets in this life!