It is autumn in the mortal world, and the pale and withered leaves, the bare branches of the trees, and the people who are in a hurry to part, are all filled with the smell of autumn.

When it comes to autumn, the first thing that comes to most mortals' minds is the wheat that is ready to be harvested in the fields, and the heavy grain taxes that are about to be paid.

The second is that the yellow leaves on the horizon seem to never stop falling, and each piece contains the withering of life.

The pale yellow leaves soon covered the large areas of the mortal world, and the whole mortal world seemed to have only one hue left—yellow all over the sky.

The farmers in the fields sweated in the cold wind and happily reaped the fruits of this year's hard work.

The taverns in the market are very prosperous, and they are full of drinkers almost from early morning to night, making them the most popular places in winter.

The colder the weather, the more drinkers will drink, and the more they will drink.

Spirits can ward off cold, dredge the meridians, and make people work with more energy and strength.

The old man who swept the fallen leaves every day has been in the world for almost half a year, and in this half year, his figure has spread almost all over the entire corner of the world, helping people clear countless dirt that is difficult to remove, and solving countless floods or droughts that are difficult to solve.

The old man seemed to be able to control the weather at will, and wherever he walked, all natural disasters would be kept away, all the dirt would be swept away, and he would return the pure land to the world.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

Although Tianyi Zhenren is not the Green Emperor, he is even better than the Green Emperor, and the good deeds he has accumulated in the world are enough to illuminate a dark night firmament.

But when the dead leaves of autumn covered the frosty land again, the old man who had to sweep the fallen leaves every day was gone.

At the moment when all people's lives came to an end, Tianyi Zhenren's body in the mortal world had reached the point of being in his last years, and no matter how much he mobilized his true qi, he couldn't tie the rope of time.

Troubled streets are crowded with pedestrians of all kinds, and on both sides of the road are noisy cries of selling. Restaurants, teahouses, ironware shops, noodle shops, all the buildings have everything.

This is one of the busiest streets in this city called Tianxin City, and the pedestrians passing here are usually dressed in luxurious clothes, with heavy copper coins in their pockets around their waists, and they look like celebrities of the upper class of society.

But even in such a prosperous central street, there is still a thick layer of yellow leaves, which obstructs the passage of horse-drawn carriages, and makes it extremely inconvenient for pedestrians in robes to walk.

It's not that no one cleaned it, but the speed at which the yellow leaves fell was too fast and too fast, so fast that the city lord sent more than a hundred people to clean up at night couldn't keep up with the speed of the leaves.

This autumn has so many fallen leaves that it makes you feel like the world has turned into a golden ocean.

In the crowd of people, many people complained about this strange weather like they had seen ghosts.

"What's the matter today, why is this trunk already bare, and this leaf still can't stop. ”

"Who knows? The weather has been so weird everywhere lately, that it's said that there are demons doing something strange in the world. ”

"Since there are demons to haunt you, then there will definitely be people who kill demons and demons, the world has been peaceful recently, don't think too much ridiculous things. ”

"That's true, since there are fallen leaves, there will definitely be leaf sweepers. When will that old man come?"

"He's already here. ”

......

The white-haired old man did come, and he came quietly, like a leaf floating randomly in the wind, and fell gently to the ground.

The white-haired Tianyi Zhenren sat on the ground very rudely, but no one dared to be sarcastic, they all knew what the old man had done over the years.

In the mortal world, Tianyi Zhenren is already a mysterious and unpredictable being.

There seemed to be no problem in this world that could stump him, and all the problems seemed so simple under his broomstick.

Someone once took advantage of him to inadvertently steal his broom, only to find that this broom was indeed an ordinary broom, and later people knew that the real possession of divine power was him, a man as old as a hunting bow.

The old man had no interest in the occasional lost broom, and continued to wander around, diligently solving a difficult problem.

The old man did not bring a broom this time, but came empty-handed, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, like an old monk who had entered meditation.

The pedestrians, who were still walking slowly, suddenly stopped leaving, and all of them stopped and quietly looked at the old man, waiting for his next move.

But the old man seemed to be asleep, his eyes were always closed, and a few dead leaves had been glued to the top of his frosty head.

The old man sat extremely peacefully, and his body did not show the slightest sign of trembling, like a quiet mountain standing in the clouds.

And those falling leaves are the clouds and mist in the mountains, and they keep falling on the old man's body as if bathing him.

Pedestrians could clearly feel that since the old man sat here, more and more fallen leaves had fallen on the sky, and it seemed like a heavy golden rain had fallen over the last market.

A golden downpour of countless yellow leaves.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd asked loudly, "What are you doing, old man?"

Everywhere there were fallen leaves, you could see this old man with white hair longer than a wicker, and the old man always held the broom in his hand that never seemed to be broken.

As long as the old man walks through, there will be no more fallen leaves or dust left on the ground.

The old man seemed to want to sweep away all the dust in the world, and return the world to a real Haiyan River.

The old man not only sweeps the floor, but also makes some strange and extraordinarily delicate small objects.

Every time the old man swept the floor and couldn't straighten his waist, he would take out his carving knife to tinker with his beloved small objects.

The old man carved all the little animals into woodcuts, and finally gave them all to the crying children, making them happy when they were unhappy.

The old man often borrowed from other people, and all the families welcomed him and took his boarding as an auspicious thing.

The old man often told people the story of how he once sat alone in the temple and meditated, and said that that life was too boring, and that he would only be a little happier when he saw children and adults laughing.

Later, there were many legends about the gray-haired old man.

The world calls the old man who is constantly sweeping the fallen leaves every day and bringing infinite laughter and happiness to people as the dust sweeper.

Sweep away all the smoke and dust in the world.

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Su Wu, who was cultivating in the meditation cliff, had almost forgotten the passage of the world, all the hustle and bustle of the outside world had nothing to do with him, and he lived every day day and night, sleeping tired and waking up to cultivate.

The violent aura entrained by Wang Badao's qi had slowly disappeared from his body, and streams of purer Dao qi were constantly taking shape in his body.

Su Wu didn't know that Tianyi Zhenren, who had saved his life for a day before leaving, had already traveled to the mortal world, but he had discovered more amazing things.

Day and night under the continuous study of the three Qing, Donglai, and Wang Ba Dao Qi, Su Wu seemed to have discovered an unbelievable big secret - the three seemingly different Dao Qi will have a lot of resonance when put together, and the three Dao Qi will automatically merge when they are in contact with each other for a long time in the body. They are like the same origin, and they are intimate with each other.

Taking advantage of the purity in the Meditation Cliff, Su Wu comprehended the remaining two Dao Qi of Ziwei Sect in less than two months, and secretly fused the three Dao Qi in his internal organs, and finally obtained a new Dao Qi.

The uncontrollable violent aura of the previous Wang Domineering Qi was integrated into the Sanqing, and it disappeared soon after the Donglai Dao Qi.

Now the Dao Qi that Su Wu had mastered no longer had any unstable aura.

After Su Wu brought the three Dao Qi of Sanqing, Donglai, and Wang Ba to practice together, not only did he eliminate all the drawbacks of the previous Wang Ba Dao Qi, but also found that the growth rate of the realm suddenly increased.

This was reflected in the fact that all his senses were magnified by countless quilts than before, and his eyes could gradually see through the clouds, look farther into the sky, and even at night he could see the faint stars hidden deep in the night sky.

The Meditation Cliff can be regarded as a blessed place for him, no one here has been able to hurt him before, and no one has been able to disturb his concentrated cultivation.

Under this feeling of being one with heaven and earth, Su Wu's cultivation speed can be described as a thousand miles a day, and there is a slight improvement every day.

Su Wu's interest in the bottomless and mysterious night sky became stronger and stronger, and he worked hard almost every day to refine the true qi between heaven and earth for his own use, exerting the power of his Dao Qi devouring to the extreme.

Five months passed quickly.

Many of the disciples who practiced in the Ziwei Sect had almost forgotten the name Su Wu.

And those who hate it to the core, Su Wu stays in the meditation cliff for a day, and they live a depressed life every day.

Among them, the most depressed is the Yun Liangji, who thinks he is beautiful and loves romance.

After his broken arm one day, Yun Liangji lived more painfully than he died, and he once boasted of being beautiful, but after losing his right arm, he lost his right arm like a vicious dog that would go crazy at any time.

Since the broken arm, Yun Liangji, who has always liked to be vassally elegant and lazy, has only one thing to do every day - penance.

Yun Liangji, who lives like no one or a ghost, has never been out of the house since his broken arm, hiding in a dark room all day long, and he hasn't even touched the folding fans that he loves very much.

Every day he lived in hatred, and this hatred became the power of his cultivation, and in a very short period of time, this somewhat unruly disciple broke through the realm one after another.