"Doodoo ............"

In a bustling city, the streets are full of people, traffic, pedestrians, and busy life.

And in the middle of the lively street market, in a small corner, there is a quaint bookstore.

Retro architectural style, with a plaque hanging at the door, and the plaque has two simple big characters written on it.

Gotta give up!

Those who enter have to give up, and only then do they know that they are willing to be satisfied. Don't ask how much the marriage price is, and you are covered with copper and a tael of silver.

At the wooden gate of Ewha hangs a small wooden sign that reads "Refuse to pick up customers".

"Squeak."

At this moment, a young man slowly pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, the dim wooden house of the association was brightly lit, and the surrounding walls were like luminous luminous objects like night pearls, and the young man was still amazed even though he had seen it countless times.

"Uncle Chen, I'm here."

He shouted into the hut, but the young man saw that there was no response, so he stopped speaking.

At this point in time, Uncle Chen should be resting.

Skillfully picked up the floating dust on the side, turned over the wooden sign at the door, and then found a sunny place, picked up the books that he hadn't finished reading yesterday, and continued to read.

Time passed little by little, and in the lively and bustling city, people have long been confused by the bright and prosperous life, and how many people come to this bookstore to see.

In the morning, only three or three people walked in.

But the books in the wooden house were all obscure, and I had never heard the names, so I left in a hurry.

So, the youth spent the morning reading a book.

"Smack."

After reading the books in his hand, the young man closed the books, and there was an unfinished look in his eyes, and he was even more shocked by the things recorded in the books.

"I don't know where Uncle Chen found these books."

The young man slowly got up and put the book in his hand back into the distance, looking at the rows of old and yellow books, and couldn't help but wonder.

He has been in this bookstore for three years, and he usually visits the shop in the wooden house and does chores.

But more time is spent looking at the vast number of books in this wooden house.

The books in the wooden house are different from what young people usually see.

Except for some biographies, the rest of the records are jerky.

It seems to be Confucianism but not Confucianism, and it seems to be Taoism but not Taoism.

"Stampede ............"

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and the young man looked up to see a man who looked to be in his forties walking slowly.

The man has long gray hair, his appearance is very ordinary, and there is a bit of laziness in his eyes.

"Little Yezi, you're here."

Stretching out his hand and making a hache, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered, then he walked to the side, picked up the egg scones that had been prepared a long time ago, and took a bite of them.

"Uncle Chen, you pay attention to your body."

With a frown, the young man walked to the kitchen at the back of the wooden house, skillfully took out the vegetables from the refrigerator, and began to cook.

Skillful techniques, skillful cooking, but in a short period of time, the young man served three dishes and one soup.

"Uncle Chen, it's time to eat well."

snatched the egg scones from the middle-aged man's mouth and threw them away, which was all the day before.

"Hehe, sure enough, it's still Xiaoyezi."

The middle-aged man chuckled, picked up the rice handed by the other party, and took a big gulp.

But after half an hour's effort, the wind and clouds on the dinner table were wiped out.

The young man put away the dishes and chopsticks, looked at the man who had already rested on the recliner at the door, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

It's been three years, and he's used to it.

Ever since he passed by the bookstore three years ago, the young man had come to know the man in front of him.

He only knew that the other party was the owner of this wooden house, and he was called Uncle Chen on weekdays, and the rest of the young people really didn't know about it.

Walking to the bookshelf that he had just finished reading in the morning, the young man looked at the name of the book and slowly picked up one on the side.

Walking to the wooden table on the other side of the door, the young man slowly opened the book in his hand.

Immortal Rebellion!

Obey for the mortal, reverse for the immortal!

On the first page of the page, just looking at these words, the young man sensed a suffocating majestic aura rushing towards his face.

In just six words, there seems to be a magnificent world.

All beings are prostrate, and the only one is swimming against the current. The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are also stepping into the sky!

The young man paused for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses.

There was a deep shock in his eyes, shocked by the illusion he had just vaguely seen.

With heavy breathing, the young man slowly opened the second page.

This rain is born in the sky and falls on the earth, and the process in between is a lifetime.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick............"

Looking at the words on the book, the young man's ears seemed to sound the sound of rain falling, and the scene in front of him gradually distorted.

My heart was shaken, and when I came back to my senses, I was already in the vast rain.

The heavens and the earth thundered and flashed, the majestic rain fell, and the raindrops were in the heavens and the earth, not revealing a single drop.

In the temple below, the three of them sat around the fire and talked slowly.

One of them pointed to the vast heaven and earth, "This rain is born in the sky and falls on the earth, and the process in between is a lifetime." ”

The other was silent for a moment, then looked at the other.

"I don't ask where the rain came from, and I don't ask where it falls."

The silver-haired young man sitting alone on the other side pointed out, and the raindrops of heaven and earth stagnated.

"I only ask if this rain is the cause, and whether the rain is the effect."

The roar of the avenue sounded, the heavens and the earth shook, and the young man's mind was instantly shaken by a loud bang.

"Boom."

The thunder exploded in his mind, and the young man felt as if he was facing the vast ocean, helpless and helpless.

"Wake up!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and the young man's confused spirit was instantly frightened back into his body.

The young man who was sleeping on the wooden table was clever and jumped up directly, looking frightened and undecided.

"Little leaf, what's wrong?"

When he looked at it, he saw Uncle Chen in front of him, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that what he saw just now was just a dream.

"It's okay, Uncle Chen, I guess I've been too tired lately."

Shaking his head, the young man closed the book on the table, but he was not ready to read it again.

"Uh-huh, rest more."

The middle-aged man nodded and said comfortingly.

The young man nodded silently, glanced at the sky, and was already darkened, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Uncle Chen, it's so late, I'm leaving."

The young man said to the middle-aged man, and was about to walk out, but suddenly thought of something and paused.

"By the way, Uncle Chen, I made an appointment with a friend to go to Mount Tai in the past two days, and I guess I won't have time to come again, remember to eat on time."

reminded the man that the young man was about to leave, but was pulled back.

"Xiao Yezi, you can take this book back and read it, it just so happens that you won't be here for the past two days."

Looking at the Immortal Rebellion Sutra in his hand, the young man hesitated, but finally took it.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

After thanking him, the young man slowly left.

The middle-aged man watched this scene silently behind him, and his appearance gradually changed.

The breeze is floating, the silver hair is fluttering, and the figure is undoubtedly Chen Xiaoming.

"Is it finally going to begin?"