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This autumn rain is the first rain after the beginning of autumn, which is cold, but it also dispels the sticky heat left over from summer.

In an alley in Qiansu County, a drunken old man wore a simple and unpretentious robe, dirty as if he had not been washed for many days, carrying a pot of wine and being drunk, no different from ordinary drunks, and staggering along.

Sometimes children would pass by in the alley, looking at the drunk old man from a distance, as if laughing at something, but the old man didn't care.

The alleys of Qiansu County are not spacious, except for the black and white walls on the left and right sides, the old man seems to be really drunk, and he doesn't care if he needs to find a place to hide from the autumn rain, so he casually leans on a gray wall that can't see the original color, and gulps of wine.

The autumn rain continues, and in the alleys and streets, the people are sparsely populated and very deserted.

It was overcast and the air was a little wet and cold.

The owner of the liquor store moved a stool in the alley and sat in his own liquor store, drinking wine while enjoying the rain, which was very pleasant.

It didn't take long for the owner of the wine shop to see the drunk old man who was walking frivolously and stumbling, and laughed: "Yuan Tiancheng, you old guy is drunk like this again, the last time you were unconscious, I carried you back this old guy, and now I look at you like this, and I'm ready to get drunk on the side of the street?"

The old Taoist who was called Old Man Yuan on weekdays said with hazy eyes: "Hmph...... You guy...... Unpleasant ...... Squirming and pinching while drinking...... I don't talk to you...... I...... Sober...... I'm not drunk......"

As he spoke, he walked more lightly, as if he would fall into a puddle of water in the next second.

Autumn rains are sparse and sparse.

The owner of the liquor shop looked at the old man Yuan who was swaying in the rain like a good show, and folded his fingers, as if he was betting that the old Taoist would fall down if he took a few more steps.

Suddenly, a few people on horseback flashed past the alley not far away, and they hurriedly applied.

At the same time, a voice that was not too loud, but could alarm the people of the entire Qiansu County, reverberate.

"Those immortals came out again half a year ago!"

The voice is not loud, not majestic, not deafening, and not as sharp as a woman, but it is this unclear voice that attracts everyone's attention.

The deserted situation on the street began to change, the drinkers in the tavern came out, the teamakers in the teahouse left in a hurry, the little girl who sold the female red girl walked out of the house nervously without bringing the goods for the first time, the old men who bragged and farted on weekdays, and the children who stepped on puddles to play in the autumn rain all took action at this moment and walked towards the outside of Qiansu County.

One second it was quiet and cold, the next moment it was filled with people from all directions, and the noise was endless.

Even in the house of the owner of the liquor store some distance from the street, you can clearly hear the voices of those people.

As the news spread all over the streets and alleys, the people of Qiansu County were boiling.

Half a year ago, they saw the picture of those immortals flying into the sky and disappearing, which already made them uneasy and even couldn't sleep for many days, playing those scenes repeatedly in their minds, imagining that they were also one of them.

Now that these immortals have appeared again, how can these people not be excited?

With the mentality of joining in the fun, those streets and alleys quickly crowded and soon became empty, and most of the people did not even bring umbrellas, so they ran into the autumn rain, looking excited.

The footsteps of the crowd, the sound of discussions, the sound of tables and chairs colliding, the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground, the sound of horses' hooves, these sounds are like a piece of music, played repeatedly.

Old man Yuan, an old Taoist, looked at the crowd at the entrance of the alley not far away with confused eyes, and before he came back to his senses, he noticed that there were many people walking out behind him.

It's just that those people are not interested in paying attention to him, and a few young people who don't respect the old and love the young directly pushed the drunk old man who was in the way of the way, and scolded the old dog for not getting in the way.

A few minutes later, Old Man Yuan got up from the ground, there were a lot of shoe prints on his body, and the white robe that had not been washed for I don't know how many days was dirtier than ordinary people's rags, and no one would recognize that this dress was originally a serious robe.

Of course, even if someone recognizes it, they will only think that Yuan Tiancheng is just a fake Taoist priest who has been abducted and deceived, and the difference between him and the real Taoist immortal is more than 108,000 miles?

The embarrassed old Taoist got up from the ground, finally came to his senses, and looked at the empty liquor stores and empty alleys, and he probably understood something.

"I said what happened...... No wonder ......" Old man Yuan muttered a few sentences, patted the wet and dirty robe, and found that he couldn't get it clean, and he was a little deflated.

However, he quickly put these things behind, stepped forward, and walked towards the gate of Qiansu County, his movements were vigorous, probably the posture he practiced when he pretended to be a fortune teller to cheat money, he was good at running, and soon came to Qiansu County.

There were a lot of people crowded outside Qiansu County, and the crowd didn't dare to approach the wilderness where immortals were constantly appearing, so they could only crowd at the gate of the city.

It took the old man a long time to finally squeeze in, tiptoeing at the picture in the wilderness.

There was a whirlpool in the sky, but it was clear that the whirlpool was disappearing little by little, and there were hundreds of monks below.

It's just that this number is naturally much less than when these cultivators entered the Yubei Tomb half a year ago.

Several officials of the Wang He family stood in front of the crowd, not angry and arrogant, looking at these officials, the common people showed fear and did not dare to get too close.

At this time, Old Man Yuan had just squeezed out of the crowd, and suddenly fell to the ground, grabbing his hands wildly, almost not pulling off the pants of an official of the Wang He family who was facing away from them in front of him.

The official was shocked, thinking to himself who dared to attack his backyard, could it be the kind of pervert who had a habit of breaking his sleeves?

When I turned my head, I found that it was a drunk old man who was full of alcohol, and he was so angry that he didn't fight.

If you are a cultivator, Lao Tzu will endure it, and you, an ordinary person, dare to seek death?

Old man Yuan was also frightened by his mistake, but fortunately he didn't really take off the pants of the big man in front of him, otherwise he wouldn't be really finished?

"I'll kill you!" the official was furious.

Because the crowd was too crowded, the officials could not catch up with the nimble old Taoist, and he was so tired that he was out of breath, and there were many stampedes in the crowd.

For a while, there was some confusion among the people.

Not far away, Wang He Wushuang sat in the chariot of the Daomen and looked in this direction, frowning - how can it be said that Qiansu County is also a county town controlled by Wang He's family, and the public security is so chaotic that he can't hold his face.

He looked at the chaos over there with interest, and then sat upright and asked, "What does your father think of what happened in the Yubei tomb this time?"

Wang He Wushuang hesitated for a moment and said: "The bronze ancient ship, the demon in the white mist, and the collapse of the Yubei Tomb, this matter is honestly difficult to speculate, my father did not comment much, but his attitude towards the repeated assassination of the Holy Maiden and Li Molan's problem is very resolute. ”

"How?"

Wang He Wushuang said hesitantly: "He said...... It is absolutely impossible for Daomen to help Li Molan, it is very likely that after paying off those favors through some method, they will drive him away, if Daomen chooses to help him to the end, then I must return to the family immediately to avoid the disaster of pond fish. ”

Paper Xiren said calmly: "I think so too, although the attitude of the Holy Maiden is very resolute, but ...... Even if it is a Dao Sect, it is really impossible to be an enemy of the entire cultivation world, of course, there is another accident, that is, Uncle Xiao. ”

The little uncle he said in his mouth was naturally the little uncle of Daomen, that is, the junior sister of the previous Daomen Holy Maiden, Daomen's little uncle Mo Ying.

As long as this little uncle of the Daomen still exists, everything is difficult to say.

Beihai Three Great Dao Sect, Qiuming Mountain has only one Netherworld Immortal, and Emperor Zizhai had two decades ago, and his strength chased after the Daomen, but unfortunately Jun was killed by the Beihai Sword Immortal Dry Wine Poetry soon after entering the Netherworld, and his vitality was greatly injured, and now he is only a Netherworld Immortal, but there are two of them in the Daomen, and they are all the peak Netherworld Immortals who have lived for hundreds of years.

One is the previous Daomen saintess Chen Shuisha, and the other is her junior sister, Daomen's junior uncle Mo Ying.

When the world mentions the two great immortal immortals of Daomen, they always praise Chen Shuisha and sing about his merits, but they always have an attitude of awe for their little uncle Mo Ying.

Daomen's little uncle Mo Ying acted unrestrained, unscrupulous all based on preference, and created a great killing, and even once because of some grievances, all the way to kill God Zizhai until the emperor Zizhai The hidden immortal came forward to apologize, it can be said that people block the killing of the Buddha and the Buddha to kill the Buddha, can be called the first person in Beihai today.

Although the Netherworld Immortals have never fought with each other, the most famous one is the unscrupulous Daomen Junior Uncle, for the time being, she can indeed be called the strongest person in Beihai today.

If this little uncle of Daomen, who everyone talks about, also decides to help Li Molan, then Daomen may ...... You can really withstand those pressures, protect the descendants of the Beihai Sword Immortal, and take them for your own use.

Wang He Wushuang said: "It's not very likely...... Uncle Xiao is such an unrestrained and free powerhouse, why should he help him?"

"Who can guess her old man's mind, the feats she has done in history over the centuries...... No one has been able to see why she did that, right?"

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In the other carriage, Li Molan sat alone, wearing a simple and clean cyan robe.

His scholar's shirt was put on Murong Yuluo's body, although the scholar's shirt designed by him himself was completely tattered, but it seemed that Murong Yuluo had never lost it, but kept it by his side, which made him very happy.

He was going to leave alone, but he left in full view of everyone, and I am afraid that there will be assassinations for the next few days, and the ghost knows how many forces are staring at him openly and secretly, so he decided to follow Daomen's convoy back to Lin'an City first, see the attitude of Daomen's side, and then make the result.

Lifting the curtain, in addition to seeing the enthusiastic people of Qiansu County in the distance, and the long convoys of other sects, he also saw a flashing figure in the boundless wilderness in the autumn rain.

Seeing that figure, Li Molan finally put her mind at ease and meditated with peace of mind.

In a mountain forest on the edge of the wilderness, the rain from the sky dripped down the leaves and fell on the back of the old green cow.

Xiaoqing calmly watched the long Daomen convoy set off and headed south, the cow's nose was ventilated, and he didn't make a sound. (To be continued.) )