The rain in the mountain city came as soon as it was said, and the sky was still clear just now, but in an instant, the dark clouds were thick, lightning and thunder, and the raindrops the size of soybeans were like the drumbeat of the battlefield, densely gathered, and fell non-stop, smashing on the face, burning as painful.

The doors and windows of every house were tightly closed, and the huge street suddenly became empty. The little beggar carefully curled up in a pile on the corner of the street, and then covered himself completely with a thick plank, trying not to get wet. If it rains, he will get sick, and if he gets sick, he will die, although he has a cheap life, he never thinks of dying.

He took out a half-eaten steamed bun from his arms and bit it hard. Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow flash, and swooped into a nearby pyre, perhaps a stray cat.

The little beggar sighed, he once had a stray dog as a companion, and then he was very hungry, so he stewed it in a large pot, and ate it for three days, which was really satisfying and uncomfortable for three days, and he felt that he would never forget it in his life. Later, he never had another dog.

He threw a small half of the steamed bun in his hand on the pyre, and then whispered, "Eat, run away from humans." However, there was no movement in the pyre, as if all that had been seen was an illusion, and there was nothing to hide underneath. The little beggar didn't care, maybe the little thing was afraid of people, he quietly waited for the mountain rain to end.

A woman's voice came from the rain, cold as a knife.

"Come out, you can't run away. ”

The little beggar stood up tremblingly with both hands on the thick plank, he was accustomed to being scolded by others, and usually such an acquaintance could avoid a beating.

"Sister, I'm just sheltering from the rain, and I'll leave when the rain stops. The little beggar whispered. The woman didn't respond, seemingly completely ignoring his presence.

The little beggar turned his back to the woman, like a child who had made a mistake, and when he looked back, everything in front of him completely turned his imagination upside down. Three words popped up in his mind - immortal cultivator.

There was a time when the little beggar often squatted at the door of the storytelling hall to listen to the storyteller tell stories, and there were all kinds of immortal cultivators in the stories, both good and evil, all with special skills. He listened to it for a whole day, immersed in it and completely oblivious to his hunger and troubles.

Among these storytellers, he felt that the best one was Old Man Li, but the old man left quickly, and before leaving, he gave him a pot of wine. It was the first time in his life that he had drank.

That day, Old Man Li talked from morning to dusk, and finished his last story: a young man named Yan Renyu, who was originally a child of a family, only because his biological mother died early, and his stepmother was mean, he was neglected at home, and in frustration, he left home alone, went up the mountain to visit the Tao, and happened to meet Li Wusheng, the master of the Seven Star Gate. Li Wusheng saw that he was extremely talented, so he happily accepted him as a personal disciple and inherited the mantle. Yan Renyu lived up to expectations, not long after he practiced, he was able to travel thousands of miles a day, flying swords to kill, Li Wusheng attached more importance to him, not only taught him the mastery of "Zhenwu Seven Swords", but also passed on his sect to the treasure of the Seven Star Sword. After he finished his studies, he went down the mountain behind his master's back, killed his entire family, and fell into the devil's path.

It was the coldest day in the Storyteller's Library, and everyone thought the story was boring and unremarkable, and when it was dusk, Old Man Li sighed at the empty audience. He walked out of the storytelling tube, but happened to see the little beggar who was still squatting at the door.

"Everyone didn't like the story, so they left early, why didn't you leave?"

"I thought the story was good, so I wanted to hear it. The little beggar replied aloud.

Old man Li's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "As long as you can tell what is good about this story, I will give you a pot of wine." ”

The little beggar pondered for a while, and then said, "I can't tell, but the stories of the gentleman are well told, and they feel very real, as if they had happened." ”

"Okay, don't embarrass you, I should go too, this pot of wine will be your reward. Old man Li turned around and said, "You were born with bad luck and became a beggar, but life is still very long, maybe one day, you will be like Yan Renyu, you will have your own opportunities, if that time comes, don't learn from him." ”

The little beggar carried the pot of wine and stood at the door, stunned for a long time. Later, he never saw Old Man Li again, the Storytelling Hall was still overcrowded, but the little beggar was no longer so obsessed.

The woman in the mountain rain has long black hair, tied up high, with a peach hairpin tied on the head, and the plain sleeves of the robe, probably woven with the celestial silk in the storyteller's mouth, the most incredible thing is that the rain fell on her and disappeared without a trace.

The little beggar was completely stunned, and after a long time, he said curtly, "Sister Fairy, are you calling me?"

The woman glanced at him, frowned, and muttered, "Why are there still people on the street?"

At this time, a man dressed almost like her appeared beside her out of thin air, and the man's expression was very solemn, and he seemed to be performing an important task.

"I've blocked this street with an enchantment, and it's time to start. ”

"What about this person?"

The man was a little disdainful: "Sending him out now will definitely give the evil demon a chance, only blame him for his bad life." ”

The little beggar stood on the corner like a fool with a plank in his hand, at a loss. He had heard a lot of books, and when those immortal cultivators eliminated demons, they would inevitably affect some ants, and now he seemed to be about to become that unlucky ant, calling the heavens and the earth not to work, and now no matter what actions he makes, it will be useless.

The woman pulled out the long sword, pinched the sword trick, one turned ten, ten turned hundred, and the sword shadow was vertical and horizontal. Thousands of sword shadows emitted a white light, reflecting on the woman's body, looking like a heavenly maiden descending to earth, supreme majesty.

She sacrificed her sword and shouted: "Now go back with us to subdue the Fa, or you can save your life, otherwise, hundreds of years of cultivation will be ruined." ”

A black shadow rushed out of the pyre, it was a thin old man in black, holding a bamboo flute, standing in the air, his figure was a little unstable, and there was a trace of black blood at the corner of his mouth, which looked like he was injured.

The man stood with his hands in his hands, glanced at the old man, and said coldly: "Senior sister, why bother talking nonsense with him, he has already been hit by my soul lock nail, and he is trapped by the net of heaven and earth, there is no way to go to heaven and earth, you do your best, let senior brother see if your phantom invisible sword can be improved." ”

The old man in black was in a hurry, this was going to kill him.

"Everyone is in the same way, why be aggressive?"

"Phew, who is with you as a demon?" the man was a little impatient, "Senior sister, let's do it." ”

"The catastrophe is coming, we cultivators, if we want to pass this level, it is not easy, or ascend to become immortals, or rob and destroy the Dao Fall, it is all personal creation. The old man is just planning ahead and planning ahead, what's wrong?"

"In order to cultivate demonic skills, you have harmed innocents, and you dare to speak out and look at the sword. ”

Ten thousand swords are fired together, like a white rainbow through the sun, unstoppable.

The old man in black was about to be shattered by the shadow of the sword, and the bamboo flute in his hand, even if it was also a powerful magic weapon that seduced the soul, he couldn't attack it from afar, and he couldn't defend it from close, so he couldn't do anything. At the last moment, he thought of the little beggar who fed him just now, and his own glimmer of life might be tied to him.

He gave up his body, escaped with a trace of spirit, and entered the top door of the little beggar, but he didn't expect that this move did not escape the man's eyes.

"This child's life is indeed not good. ”

The man sneered and walked up to the little beggar, pinching a fire trick in his hand, intending to turn the remnant soul into ashes.

"Senior brother, slow down!"

"The soul is in the body, there is no salvation, and it is a disaster to stay. Heaven and earth are not benevolent, we immortal cultivators, like you, when will we attain the Great Dao?"

"Senior brother is so angry, be careful of straying into the demon path, although the way of heaven is not benevolent, there is no evil, let's leave it to the master and let him decide. ”

"Senior sister, you-I am bent on getting rid of demons, but you say so about me. Forget it, since you're determined to do so, let it be. ”

"Senior brother, don't blame, I'm also in a hurry, we uphold the right path, and those evil demons who hurt heaven and reason are different, it's useless to talk too much, it's better to bring people back as soon as possible and hand them over to Master to deal with." ”

Two white rays of light just soared into the sky and disappeared in a flash. After the rain, the mountain city returned to its former hustle and bustle, but the little beggar who wandered in the streets and alleys never came back, and some people said that he died, and was swept away by the torrent, and there was not even a body left.