Master Yang said: "In the past eight years, you have been the best disciple of my disciple, I originally had a unique art that I wanted to pass on to you, and then retired, but now it seems that it is okay not to pass it on... Otherwise, you're hurting. ”

After saying that, he pushed the door and walked out, and the wind swept the rain pillar pavement, and he just stepped out of the door with one foot, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

Yang Huodao, the patriarch of the Daomen Star City, has been a fine knife worker since he was a child, and he is good at fire. But he has never revealed his own cultivation, and has always been hidden in the restaurant.

Master Yankong once commented: "Yang Fire Knife, cultivation is unpredictable!"

Flower room, away from the south entrance. At the top of a newly opened planned highway, a small space of less than 10 square meters is filled with large and small flower baskets or flower pots, and there are even many flower petals on the ground.

Li Lihe held a brush in her hand, and carefully wrote the name of the gift unit on the flower basket one by one, and suddenly her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong, hostess?"

The proprietress Li Baihe was stunned for a moment, looked at the heavy rain drifting outside the door, and said softly: "It's changed." ”

"yes, although the weather forecast doesn't say it, I knew yesterday that there would be heavy rain today." The only waitress in the flower room was a slightly fat young girl, she cleaned up the messy flower branches on the ground, and said: "Boss, you don't know, since yesterday noon, my dad's rheumatic legs have begun to ache, which is much more accurate than the weather forecast, my dad said, it will definitely rain heavily......" Speaking of this, she suddenly "oops", "The rain has overflowed, boss." ”

Li Baihe stopped the girl's scrambled figure, "Don't clean it up, anyway, the ground is full of pruned branches and leaves, and it seems that the rain can't stop for a while, you go home first." ”

When the girl held up the umbrella and walked away, Li Lihe suddenly cantilevered her arms at night, and the brush in her hand quickly swiped over, she was originally writing on the fluttering couplets of the flower basket, and at this moment, the tip of the pen drew a peach blossom directly on the desktop. Then Li Lily blew a breath, and suddenly, in the small flower room, there was a fresh fragrance, a fresh earthy atmosphere, and the fragrance of fresh peach petals filled the flower room.

What's even more amazing is that all the flowers in the flower room, whether they are in season or out of season, turn into peach blossoms in an instant.

Li Baihe was stunned for a moment and said: "It's really changed, master, starting from you, there is only you and me left in the Peach Blossom Gate, and now, the disciple is confused." ”

Daomen's secret peach blossom town! Her name is Li Lily, but her favorite is Peach Blossom.

Town, here, does not refer to the so-called administrative unit. Rather, it is about power, repression. A display of power formed by peach blossoms.

Peach Blossom Town's mental method is mainly to urge, urge yin, Cui Yang, and urge luck! So in her small flower shop, the room is full of peach blossoms. However, after a while, Li Lihe suddenly stepped on her foot and stomped on it, and the water splashed like a rain of arrows, and the peach blossoms in the fighting room suddenly flew like an autumn rain destroying the flowers.

Li Lihe felt the gloomy power in the water flow under her feet, and felt more and more that she was cold, this coldness did come from the water under her feet, but it was not from the water under her feet.

Because there was a strange aura in the water under her feet, Li Baihe felt that it was this aura that was actually absorbing her cultivation.

Her cultivation, that is, her spirit, is quietly and constantly passing.

Li Baihe waved his hand and said, "Master, I understand." Then she stepped into the rain.

Due to the proximity to the river bank, the water has flooded the construction site, and the workers evacuated the construction site early, and the simple prefabricated houses are now crumbling under the impact of the rain. No one noticed that the big man on the construction site, who looked unusually simple and honest, didn't leave.

He sat in a room on the second floor, frowning, staring at the yellowing and swirling water downstairs, as if remembering something, but thinking hard,、。

The water is growing, silently spreading to the feet of the big man, the man stood up violently, he raised his right foot on the water and stepped hard, hard, but not stomping, so the water surface only slightly shocked, the middle-aged man was stunned, as if he couldn't understand why he had to make such an action.

However, I don't know why, as he stepped on it, the water that had already reached the feet of the big man was slowly flowing back, and at the same time, foam the size of soybeans appeared in the water, as if there was something under the surface of the water.

However, the middle-aged man didn't notice this scene, as if he stepped on it unconsciously, he showed a contemplative expression and continued to be stunned.

As soon as the big man sat down, the soybean-like foam quietly exploded, and a few wisps of green smoke dissipated into the air. Subsequently, the water level of this generation quickly retreated, and even returned to the level of the riverbank, only in the heavy rain, and few people noticed this scene.

Just because there are few people doesn't mean there aren't people.

Li Tiekou saw a similar picture, he looked embarrassed at the moment, his whole body was already soaked, the goatee under his forehead and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were soaked in muddy water, and the few noble temperaments accumulated by decades of pretense were gone.

He's under the hole of an overpass, and he's been following that mysterious proud rooster all the time. For some reason, the rooster seemed to recognize his presence and let him follow, even occasionally looking back at him.

The rain in the bridge hole no longer allowed vehicles to pass, and the rooster was still proudly holding his head high, and there was a faint yellow light on his body, and Li Tiekou knew that he was not dazzled.

Because he also saw that where the rooster walked, the water that should have submerged it magically retreated, and he even seemed to hear a sharp whistling sound in his ears, and then the water suddenly swirled violently, and Li Tiekou vaguely saw that there was a shadow under the water surface that quickly disappeared.

The wind and rain are heavy, the wind and rain are shaking, and at the foot of the foothills, an old-fashioned yellow paper umbrella appears steadily at the mountain gate. Under the umbrella, Master Yankong's monk's robe didn't even move, and he steadily ascended the mountain.

The mountain is getting steeper and steeper, but from the foot of the mountain, you can see the tents on both sides of the mountain steps stretching densely to the top of the mountain, some are extremely simple, some are extravagant to the point of incredible, but at the moment they have been washed away by the rain, instant noodles, ham sausages, garbage bags, etc., plus there are incense burners outside each tent, residual incense ashes, everywhere, the pure foothills in the past, at the moment it is simply dirty and messy.

As the presiding abbot of the Zen Yimai Dayun Temple, Master Yankong has not been out of the temple for many years, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw such a scene, and when he saw that there were still many people in those tents kneeling feverishly, regardless of the danger in the middle of the mountain in the heavy rain, he sighed even more. (To be continued.) )