In the summer of the thirteenth year of Kaifeng in Daqing, Qingfeng Town.

June twenty-eight, mourning.

In the evening, it rained heavily.

In an alley on Tianfeng Street, a young fortune-telling boy wearing a Taoist robe held a large yellow umbrella in his left hand, bent over and pushed the fortune-telling stall vigorously with his right hand, slowly walking in the pouring rain.

The little Taoist priest looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin and weak body, and an ordinary and clean face. The ordinary face has a pair of Danfeng eyes, which are very good-looking and quite aura.

At this time, his somewhat delicate little face was already covered with water droplets, and the Taoist robe on his body was a little shabby, and it was very difficult to push the fortune-telling stall.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rain was a little disturbing.

The little Taoist priest muttered a little annoyed: "What kind of weather is this, how can you say that it will change?" I haven't been able to fool a few people today, and I haven't tricked a few beautiful young ladies into touching their hands, I thought that the street would be more lively at night, why did it rain so heavily?"

The little Taoist priest originally wanted to push the stall back to the small dilapidated house where he lived these days, but when he walked past the doors of several families, he finally found that his body was already a little wet, so he thought of finding a closer eaves to hide from the rain.

He looked through the gray rain at the door under the eaves of a house, thought for a moment, and then slowly walked away with an umbrella still pushing the stall with some difficulty in the heavy rain.

Then the stall was pushed under the eaves, and the little Taoist priest closed the somewhat shabby yellow umbrella and put the stall carefully out of breath.

Although there was an umbrella, the shabby Taoist robe on the little Taoist priest's body was still wet. He looked at the rain that was falling like a bean grain with some anger, muttered a few words again, and then found a clean place to sit down with some depression.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the little Taoist priest had nothing to do, so he could only stare blankly at the splash of the rain on the ground, listen to the sound of the rain that made people a little upset, and sit alone on the eaves and wait for the rain to stop.

The little Taoist priest remained motionless, as if he was thinking about something.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the building tiles in the distance gradually blurred into the rain line. Because there were not many people on Tianfeng Street after the rain, not to mention that this place was just an alley, and now there was no one to see here.

After a while, the temperature began to drop gradually, but the rain had not yet subsided, let alone stopped.

The little Taoist priest waited for the rain to become more and more annoyed, and then he turned to look at the closed door under the eaves, wondering if he would knock on the door and make a guest in distress to go in and rub a cup of hot tea?

Thinking about it, he got up and knocked on the door.

It's just that when he was halfway up and still bent over, his eyes saw a black figure walking towards him through the rain lines as thick and dense as noodles.

The figure of the little Taoist priest froze, and he looked at the vague figure that was gradually approaching with some doubts.

It wasn't until the black figure gradually approached that he realized that it was a young man dressed in black, holding a black umbrella in his hand.

The canopy was obscured by thick and dense rain lines, and the sky looked a little dim and blurry. In this silent alley, the figure of the man in black was a little weird, so the little Taoist priest looked a little nervous.

Just when the little Taoist priest was puzzled and nervous, the man in black had already stood in front of him.

The man in black calmly turned off the umbrella, first looked at the door in front of him that was closed in the rainstorm, and then looked at the little Taoist priest who had bent over and had not come back to his senses, his face looked very calm.

He tilted his head to look at the fortune-telling booth on the side, then looked at the little Taoist priest again, and asked, "Is the little gentleman still fortune-telling now?"

"Huh?" Only then did the little Taoist priest come to his senses, stand up straight, and still be a little nervous when he heard this question, and then replied: "Count, of course." ”

The man in black smiled slightly when he heard this, and the little Taoist priest was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he answered, the man in black looked away and looked at the closed door of the house in front of him, as if thinking about something, and did not speak again.

Then the man in black stepped away, walked softly to the door and stretched out his right hand, as if to knock on the door.

The fortune teller saw that the man in black suddenly ignored him, and his clean little face showed a trace of doubt, and saw the man's outstretched hand, and then became nervous again.

The man in black stretched out his hand, did not bend his palms, did not make a fist, but stretched out his five fingers and slowly approached the door, as if he was not going to knock on the door.

Straight and close, this is pushing the door.

The little Taoist priest's expression was still confused and nervous, but when he saw the next scene, some childish and clean little faces showed a look of disbelief, and his small mouth also gasped.

The door was not pushed open, but the entire door was slapped away by the man in black with a gentle palm, and slammed into the room.

What made the little Taoist priest's face even more frightened and shocked was that the entire alley only had the sound of heavy rain falling outside the eaves, and the gate was silent when it was slammed off.

The man in black looked calm, he didn't look at the little Taoist priest who was trembling a little on the side, but just walked lightly towards the courtyard where the gate had been swatted away.

Before he walked in, he spoke again: "Don't run, little gentleman, follow me in." ”

His tone remained calm, but unmistakable.

The little Taoist priest swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing that the man in black had said this to him.

He watched the back of the man in black slowly approaching the courtyard, his calves, which were still trembling slightly, suddenly became a little firm, he walked to the stall, put the big yellow umbrella in, and then pushed the stall and slowly followed.

There is a rain-sheltered corridor in the courtyard that connects the gate to the lobby, and in the middle of the corridor is a pavilion.

There were three people in the pavilion, two middle-aged men and a maidservant, all of whom looked panicked.

The maidservant saw that the door was suddenly and strangely pushed open for some reason, but no sound came out, and then when she saw a black figure appear at the door at the end of the corridor, her delicate little face became unusually pale. The two men who were playing chess, after seeing the maid's expression, turned their heads to look at the gate.

Then the expressions of the two men became the same as those of the maidservant.

"You...... Who are you?" said one of the men, whose hand holding the black chess piece trembled, like a mouse found by a cat in a granary.

The figure on the other end did not answer, but gradually approached the pavilion in the middle of the hallway.

At this time, it was getting late, and because of this heavy rain, the surroundings were a little dark, so the pavilion was lit with a bright light.

The light shone on the faces of the three men, and their faces became even paler.

It wasn't until the man in black approached that they noticed that it was a young man with an ordinary appearance and a calm face.

"Sir, yes...... But cultivator, what's the matter here?" The middle-aged man who had just spoken looked at the door that had fallen to the ground and was washed by the rain, and then saw the face of the man in black clearly, and asked again, his tone still looking frightened, as if he knew the identity of the man in black.

The man in black still didn't answer, and by this time he had already walked to the pavilion where the three of them were.

He looked around the courtyard, his face suddenly becoming a little surprised, but then calmed down.

His expression was indifferent at this time, and a smile flashed on his calm face.

The three of them turned paler and more frightened, and then they saw another figure behind the man in black slowly approaching pushing something.

The little Taoist priest walked into the pavilion, saw the three people in a panic, and looked at the man in black with a smile on his face from behind, and his little face was slightly white.

"Of course you're here to kill someone. At this time, the smile on the face of the man in black disappeared, and he finally spoke.

Then he flicked the black umbrella in his hand, threw it into the rain, and landed casually beside a puddle.

The three of them tightened their hearts when they heard this, but their faces couldn't be whiter anymore.

The little Taoist priest's face was also pale, but he looked at the black umbrella that was constantly washed by the heavy rain in the rain, and looked a little uneasy.

"We are with Mr...... No resentment, no hatred, why...... Why did you kill us?" the man who had just asked asked again with some trembling trembling.

The man in black frowned when he heard this, and said, "Of course, it's because someone wants me to kill you." ”

"And so it was. The other middle-aged man who had played chess before and had not spoken was still so pale.

"So, you are a murderous cultivator in the cultivation world, do you want to kill us for others?" Although his tone was not too hurried, the man's expression was already showing despair.

Through the black-clad man's way of pushing the door, he knew that this man was a monk. Mortals are definitely not the opponents of monks, not to mention that this person ignores the laws of Daqing to kill mortals, then it is very likely that he is a rumored murderous cultivator who kills people without blinking.

The man in black looked a little disgusted when he heard the word murderous cultivation, and he frowned and said, "Yes, he was ordered by people to accept benefits from people to kill mortals. ”

"Since I know that I am an evil lawless murderous cultivator, then the national law of this Daqing country naturally has no deterrent effect on me, so don't say more. ”

After listening to the words of the man in black, no one else in the pavilion dared to speak anymore. The two of them seemed to be at a loss, but they already knew their fate, while the little maid was at a loss.

And the little fortune teller behind the man in black still had a pale face, but he frowned slightly at this time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Since you can't resist, then be obedient, so that I will have no trouble and you will have no pain. The man in black's tone was a little cold.

Then he stretched out his right hand and approached a middle-aged man beside him and began to kill.

The mouse could still resist when it encountered the cat, but the man trembled all over, and did not move or struggle at all.

At this time, the little Taoist priest took a deep breath and clenched his fists slightly.

It's just that when the man in black's hand was about to break the man's neck, he seemed to suddenly remember something.

He turned his head to look at the little Taoist priest behind him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I almost forgot about you, little sir." ”

The middle-aged man who was just about to die was still trembling, and he watched the man in black withdraw his right hand that had almost broken his neck just now, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was already bloodless.

Hearing the words of the man in black, except for the little Taoist priest, everyone else in the pavilion was shocked and surprised. What surprised them even more was that although the little Taoist priest's face was still pale, he looked very calm.

The little Taoist priest knew that the man in black already knew his identity, so he didn't pretend to be scared anymore.

"The little gentleman agreed to tell my fortune when he was outside the door just now, can he still tell the fortune now?" the man in black asked with a sneering smile.

"I just said yes, but now I can. The little Taoist priest let go of his slightly clenched fist and smiled in return.

"Okay, do the math for me, and then I'll kill them. The man in black couldn't stop smiling, looked at the little Taoist priest with a very different look from before, and stretched out his right hand to him.

The little Taoist priest knew the meaning of the man in black.

No matter what conspiracy you have, since I dare you tell my fortune, of course I have confidence in myself, and naturally I don't care.

Although it is a bit arrogant, it is a proof of confidence in one's own strength, as well as pride.

The little Taoist priest has also seen a few murderous cultivators, but he has never seen such a proud murderous cultivator, so he feels a little puzzled.

Doesn't it mean that killing people and cultivating people without blinking, although they are powerful and evil, they are also cautious people who are greedy for life and money and afraid of death, and they dare not take any risks?

Although he thought of this, the little Taoist's face remained unchanged, he put the stall away, gently held the right hand of the man in black, and began to tell fortunes.

Then he looked at the face of the man in black and began to look at his face.

"Little sir, how's it going?"

"The gentleman's breath is steady, but it collides with each other in his body. ”

"The gentleman has an ordinary face, but his chin is slightly striated. ”

The little Taoist priest withdrew the fortune-telling hand.

"Finished?"

"It's over. ”

The man in black only found it interesting: "What kind of appearance is this?"

The little Taoist priest smiled slightly: "This is the appearance of death." ”