Wang Yu thought about it and decided to sit down and wait for the man to wake up, so he found a chair, sat on it, and took the oil lamp on the table and placed it in front of his eyes, so as to make his vision clearer.

In this kind of boring time, the easiest thing to pass the time is to read!

He collected all the books that the man had read, and carefully flipped through them one by one, probably looking at the catalogs, whether he could interest him, and then decided whether to continue reading.

"Three Thousand Avenues"? What is this book? Wang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little curious about the name of this book, I don't know what the book is about, what it is about.

Under his curiosity, he unfolded the book, looked through it carefully, and felt that the content of the book was very suitable for his taste, so he simply read it in one go.

""Three Thousand Avenues", the Great Road is the Dao, and Three Thousand is more than Three Thousand." This is the first sentence I saw in the preface when I opened the book, and with a few scribble strokes, on a whole page, a complete outline of the author's opinion, and at the end of the sentence, it was written--pen-Qingyunzi.

Qingyunzi, the age is unknown, and his specific life experience is unknown, but the only thing that can be known is that he is very strong! This is the second page of the book, and Wang Yu sees a vague description of Qingyunzi.

The first and second pages are presented without seeing the yes, the explanation of the Tao, and the description of some specific things, and some are vague!

Just like the above sentence, and like the author's life experience, it is just a few vague strokes, without too much detail, which makes people can't help but have a sense of mystery about the book and the author.

Wang Yu rolled up his right sleeve robe to avoid hindering himself when he was reading, and made the spark of the oil lamp slightly larger so that he could see it more clearly.

Originally, because of too much reading, there were already some curls in the corners of "Three Thousand Avenues", but when Wang Yu was reading it this time, he inadvertently tore it and dropped a corner, but it did not affect the normal reading of the book.

There are no stars in the night, there is no moon, there is only a tumbling dark cloud, in the darkness mixed with lightning, Xiao Ran densely covered the sky, and the whining wind blows, it seems that an end is coming, is devouring the existence of mankind.

The rain fell, and when the lightning came, it drifted on the earth with the sound of the wind, and smashed on the ground crisply, so that the dry ground splashed up a layer of dust, revealing a small pit smashed by raindrops, but then the raindrops drifted down soon filled the small pit and merged into a stream, and also merged into a lake.

In March, there was no rain, and even if there were, it would not have rained so much, and this sudden heavy rain gave everyone in the entire new water country no time to react, and as a result, neither the returning nightcrawlers nor the crops placed in the fields could escape this heavy rain. Fortunately, at this moment, it was night, and many people were sleeping peacefully in their houses, whether they were mortals or monks, and they only muttered a few dissatisfied words about the heavy rain.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, the lights were brilliant, and many of the disciples inside were studying hard all night, and they did not stop their steps because of this heavy rain.

If it is just because of a heavy rain that disturbs their minds, then they also seem to be too weak, let alone improve their cultivation.

They are hungry and thirsty, study hard all night, and have already cultivated the ability to ignore things outside the window, as long as the sky does not fall, their minds will generally not be easily disturbed.

The experience of predecessors is also a road, the key is to see if the person walking, whether he is going to that road, if he chooses to follow his own way, not someone else's, then this road, can not be called a road, because the road is accessible, if the road you take is a dead road, then can it still be called a road? Unless you can turn it into a living road!

The cultivation realm is the same, there are countless ancestors, and there are countless experiences, which are profoundly influencing future generations, just like a bright light, guiding the way forward in the dark night, towards the final way back.

They are the same, they are juniors at this time, and naturally, they have to learn from the experience of their predecessors and listen to the words of their predecessors, so that they can not make themselves feel lost and feel that there is no way forward.

Therefore, the Treasure Art Pavilion has become a unique place for them to go in the Reverse Dao Sect, of course! There are not a few disciples who go to the beast mountain to practice, and most of them feel that they are rich and can take charge of themselves, so they will choose to go out to experience and find their own shortcomings.

The dim wick made a sizzling sound from time to time as it absorbed the oil made of lard, and seemed to be burning desperately.

The figure of the light, stretched long, was reflected on the wall, like a god, tall and majestic.

But he obviously wasn't, because his figure was a little thin, even if it was magnified countless times by the light, it still looked thin and slender, and there was no such thing as tall and majestic.

The man who was lying on the bed and sleeping didn't seem to know that it was raining heavily outside, and he was still sleeping peacefully, and he didn't know if he would be surprised and stunned when he woke up and found that the earth-shattering thunderstorm had not woken him up.

But probably he wouldn't, because he had never heard of an alcoholic who would blame some weather when he was drunk.

Wang Yu's reading speed is surprisingly slow, he can only turn a page for a long, long time, which is not at all what he looked like when he first read. Reading the books of sages since childhood, no matter what, it will not slow down like this, it is simply countless times slower than the buffalo that cultivates the land!

The oil in the oil lamp is only burning a third at the moment, and the remaining two-thirds is enough to burn until dawn, but I don't know if it can burn until the heavy rain stops.

This heavy rain came suddenly, and it also came strangely, I don't know when it will be, so that the clouds will be light and the wind will be light, and the sun will be seen after the rain.

On the highest peak of the Reverse Dao Sect, Luoyang Peak, there was an old man in a gray robe, his eyes did not see the slightest brilliance, quietly looking into the distance, I don't know where to look, as if with the intention of death, at the last moment of fate, did not make any resistance, quietly waiting for death.

He didn't even tidy up the few strands of long beard under his chin, and let the long beard swing and wave with the wind.

Although this is the case, the clothes on the old man's body are as dry as firewood, and they are not wet by the slightest rain, as if the rain falling from the sky is about to fall on him, and it is inexplicably gone!

At this time, a figure in white appeared, also an old man, but this old man, his face was a little dignified, his face did not look good, and when he came over, he seemed to be in a hurry, so that he was gasping for breath, which was far from the usual state of being as steady as Mount Tai and not impatient.

Seeing the old man's anxious look, the gray-clothed old man looked at him and suddenly became like a dead fish, and said, "God, do you really want to kill me against the Dao Sect?" ”

Hearing the words of the gray-clothed old man, the Great Elder Crane was not surprised, but just said to himself, "I have read it just now, it is indeed one of the prophecies of the Ancestor, and this prophecy implies that we must plan for the worst and protect the appearance of the demon at all costs. ”

"It's just that I have doubts, another prophecy of the ancestor did not appear in this son, why did it rain heavily in March and flood the new water country?"

"If it's really heaven that wants to kill me, why bother to pull the mortals and people of a country, isn't this against the principles of heaven, where is the way of heaven?"

"Isn't the Heavenly Dao a spirit that protects living beings and protects sentient beings? Could it be that the way of heaven is really undaoed? So why didn't the legendary immortal intervene? ”

"I don't understand, I really don't understand."

At the end, Elder He's expression became a little sad and angry, and his tone was still choked, like a child who felt powerless after the candy was robbed, and could only choke and cry.

The whining wind and the drifting rain are also responding to him mercilessly, this heavy rain that has not been seen for thousands of years, starting tonight, will completely flood the new water country, killing all living beings, even mortals, will not let go.

In response to this heavy rain, the sects that reacted were not only the Reverse Dao Sect, but also other sects, large and small.

For example, the Remnant Cloud Sect of the New Water Country, the Ouyang Family, the Seagod Sect, and Si Yintong, these four major gates all reacted strongly, and various high-level leaders gathered and held an unprecedented high-level secret meeting.

In the imperial hall of the Xinshui Palace, there is a middle-aged man in a golden robe, although he is a small border country in the Tianhua Continent, but the temperament shown by the middle-aged man is not weaker than the image of the emperor, and it is even more faintly showing the purple qi that oppresses people.

Ouyang Yun's face was a little gloomy, he had already gone to bed, and Yang Guifei in the palace was in love, but he was disturbed by this sudden heavy rain, especially when he saw the chaos in the hall, his face couldn't help but look a lot uglier.

"Noise!"

Ouyang Yun threw a notebook and smashed it into the hall, and immediately the entire hall fell silent, no one dared to question the emperor's anger, otherwise what was waiting for them would be the end of the beheading platform.

After a few breaths, an old man trembled and walked out of the crowd, bowed respectfully to Ouyang Yun, and then slowly spoke in a panicked and sad tone.

"Your Majesty, the ministers do not want to wake up Your Majesty in the middle of the night, but the stakes are very high, the ministers are the astrological officials of their country, tonight when the ministers were watching the stars at night, it suddenly rained heavily, and they were very puzzled, so the ministers went to check the astrological explanations left by their predecessors, and found that this was a catastrophe!"

Ouyang Yun was slightly angry, dissatisfied with this old minister's statement. "What catastrophe?" After you finish speaking, don't give this king any dumb words. ”

The old ministers under the hall hurriedly said yes and poured them all out in one breath, while the other important ministers standing aside, whether they were in charge of agriculture and livestock, water conservancy, mountains and rivers, mining and metallurgy, after the astrological officials finished speaking, they also made statements one after another, telling the visions they had discovered, hoping that the court would come up with measures to save the world.

Words like this also appear in the other three major gate valves, but they are the Xiuzhen gate valves, and they are not like the New Water Emperor Palace, and there are mortals who state on the table one by one, but directly the major elders and sect masters convened their own gate meetings and decided to take countermeasures.