Dark clouds covered the sky, and faint thunder could be passed in the distance. The heat of the previous two days has provided ample flavor for the upcoming rainstorm.

In front of the Thousand Knowledge.

This view is so big, Mo Haoqiong is only able to understand it at this time. There is no end to the left and right walls, and the same is true when you look far away.

A crowd of people crowded in front of the door, waiting for the door to open. In the past, the Qianzhiguan was open to welcome guests at the time of the Chen, and when the time left the Chen, there was still a quarter of an hour to touch.

Liu Chaolei looked up at the sky, a little uneasy.

At this time, he was brocade and rich, with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and his vision was long-term and empty.

He was followed by more than a dozen personal soldiers and an iron-clad young general, a court official who had no martial arts and outwitted him.

Liu Chaolei looked back.

The opening of Qianzhiguan this time is indeed different from the previous month, and many people who should not have come have come.

Hulan Sanqing robe, dusty waist and crotch sword, indifferent face, is the Taoist of Qingcheng Mountain. This Qingcheng Mountain is located in the Central Plains, and it is really strange to come to ask questions from thousands of miles away.

A small man, with a gray scarf on his head, a short gown, his hands on his waist, his exposed bronzed chest muscles are tight, and his face is sophisticated and unadorned. The long knife on his back is huge and indescribable, with a hint of rust, and it can be seen that it is the gang of Canglangmen. How superb his sense is, Liu Chaolei's gaze just stopped at him for only three breaths, and he had already noticed it, and turned his head to look at it.

Liu Chaolei was not afraid, smiled at him, and then looked at others.

A blazing red robe, holding a Zen staff, the top of his head shaved and shiny. The eyes were full of smiles, and he looked kind, and he was a senior monk of Jiujie Temple. Jiujie Temple is also far away from this Bochi City, but whenever there is a major event in the rivers and lakes, this temple will inevitably send monks to come. Although the opening of the Qianzhiguan this time is a little strange, there has been no more turmoil, how did they know about it......

His eyes passed through the crowd again, and Mo Feng stood about seven or eight feet away from him, his emotionless smile always hanging on his face. But at the end of him stood four people he didn't know.

Mofeng doesn't take people for no reason.

Liu Chaolei turned his head quietly, the uneasiness in his heart increased faintly, and the nerves of the people of the government who were peculiar to the control of danger beat wildly.

Tut.

Perhaps, accidents can happen at any time.

Outside the city.

The rain had not yet arrived, the wind had risen, and the sky was getting dark.

A person holding a green umbrella came slowly in the wind.

Thousand Knowledge.

The leisurely sound of the bell echoed for a long time, and the red lacquered wooden door slowly opened. Two rows of Zhaidao boys stood on both sides, bowed and saluted, and invited guests to enter.

The bustling crowd squeezed in.

Mo Haoqiong stepped into the view.

Qianzhiguan's concept of non-action was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The garden is beautiful but old, and the attic is high but crippled. The gravel road under his feet is full of potholes, and the low pits are stuffed with fallen leaves; the stone lamps burning incense have broken many openings, and the traces of rain washing are still left on them; even the main building that receives people and entertains guests is still broken.

Strange to say, the noisy crowd outside the viewing was all quiet after entering the audience. The crowd dispersed, and in an instant, it was completely absorbed by this view. The officers and soldiers in the crowd skillfully ran to all corners of the temple, standing with swords, each of them not separated from each other, and each of them ensured that they were guarded by three lines of sight to ensure absolute safety. The two columns, a man and a woman, were still standing at the door, to receive every pilgrim who re-entered the audience.

Thunder roared.

The main field became empty at this moment, and only one person remained in place to observe the surroundings.

"Keep up. Why are you stunned?", the leading shout came from far ahead.

"Come on, don't rush!" Mo Haoqiong trotted over.

The main field was empty, and the first drop of rain fell.

Shing mun.

The person who came shook the umbrella and shook off the blood on the surface of the essential oil umbrella. Backhand again, blocking a drop of cold rain, smiled again, and Shi Shiran entered the city.

Two miles outside the city. One tall and one short, the two came quickly.

Thousand Knowledge.

"A few donors, please ...... with me" A boy walked over, gave a salute, tied his left hand, pressed against his lower abdomen, and held his palm in his right hand, palm facing up.

"Wow. Take a look at this sign. The leader took the incomparably expensive skewer and knocked the boy on the head.

The boy was not the leader, very educated, but after all, it was just a seven-year-old girl, at this time he reached out and stroked the sore head a few times, looked at the leader angrily, and did not look at the skewer in his hand.

Zhang Jianyun snatched the stick, squatted down, and gently stroked the girl's short hair.

"I'm sorry, that uncle didn't have any courtesy, which made the Taoist chief smile. Please also take a look at the sign, we are going to find Li Yisuan. ”

The leader turned his head to look away, his expression inexplicable.

The tears in the girl's big eyes finally held back her eyes and opened her smile. "Then, please come with me. ”

The long cloisters, the roaring summer rain.

The thunder staggered, the electric light intensified, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The rain curtain obscures the view and allows people to pay more attention to what they can see.

The girl led the group, and Mo Haoqiong looked down at his feet step by step, walking at the end.

The girl did not look surprised or surprised when she saw the stick...... At such an age, you should not be good at hiding your heart. This means that the girl already knew that they had this sign, and was even ready to lead them to meet that Li Yisuan......

Mo Haoqiong looked up at the leisurely silence in front of him, looked left and right at the ink wind of the rain, and lowered his head again.

It can't be that he leaked it out. Because it's not good for him.

Annoyed by thinking, Mo Haoqiong shook his head, and looked at the rain curtain on both sides like splashing water like Mo Feng.

In the faint line of sight, the bodies of those officers and soldiers stood like javelins in the pouring rain.

"Do they need to hide from the rain?" Mo Haoqiong's abrupt voice came from the back of the line, breaking the bleak silence of the loud rain.

Mo Feng didn't stop, but he knew that Mo Haoqiong was asking him.

"They are officers and soldiers. If the weather is good, then it will be comfortable, and if the rain is pouring, it will be sinned. ”

Mo Feng paused for a moment.

"It's a responsibility. ”

The group of people in the rain is like a mountain.

Zhao Qingqiu sneered involuntarily, but found that something seemed to be wrong, and quickly coughed a few times to relieve the embarrassment.

The tranquility is broken, and the road is gone.

An attic, although also elegant, but ordinary, is no different from the rest of the attics in the view.

Standing in front of the door, where most of the red paint was peeling off, the girl turned back to the five and showed a standard smile, pushed the door in.

"Then everyone, please come in. ”

There is no light inside the door.

A bolt of lightning slashed down.

The pale color spread all over the door and faded in an instant.

Then, the deafening thunder came directly.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.