The shopkeeper of the restaurant placed Lao Dao and the little beggar in the only box on the third floor, the Rain Viewing Hall, turned around and walked down the stairs quickly, and carefully inquired about the cause and effect.

When he heard that strange power, the shopkeeper's face changed dramatically, this kind of person was not something they could afford to provoke.

Told the lamb to go to the back kitchen and instructed the chef of the restaurant to make a few more specialty dishes, looked upstairs, gritted his teeth, walked quickly to the back of the counter, opened the inconspicuous small cabinet at the bottom, took out a string of polished keys from his waist, squirmed to find a key, carefully opened the cabinet, took out a jar made of unknown things from it, took out the clean and expensive teapot under the cabinet, took the spoon on the side and took out a spoonful of tea leaves from the jar and put it in the teapot, hesitated for a moment, and took out a spoonful and poured it into the teapot, and then carefully collected the tea as if it was hiding some treasure, put it in the cabinet, and locked it again, shook the gold-plated iron lock, and then walked out with the teapot with confidence.

Carrying the teapot with tea leaves, he walked towards the backyard unhurriedly, and instructed the running hall lamb to take the pot of rootless water, put it on the stove and cook it slowly, and took the banana fan by the stove to fan the stove unhurriedly, and the sweat on his forehead gradually disappeared.

The third floor of the restaurant, the rain pavilion.

The purple-robed old man leaned against the window of the Rain Viewing Pavilion, his vicissitudes of life looked down at the town shrouded in heavy rain, and when he saw the passers-by hiding under the eaves in a hurry in the distance, he seemed to have a trace of understanding in his heart, and the stagnant realm seemed to loosen up.

Turning his head to look at the little beggar who was a little restrained, he smiled slightly on his face that did not show the slightest old age, and the purple peach wood sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, slashing through the old man's fingers, and a drop of faint sweet blood was suspended in the air.

The wooden sword was returned to the sheath, the old Taoist had words in his mouth, his hands drew obscure runes in the air, and he shouted in his mouth, "condensation", the obscure golden runes of the Tao drilled into the floating blood, and the bright red blood turned into gold little by little, and at the moment when it was all converted into gold, the light was sheng, turned into a point of light, and drilled into the eyebrows of the little beggar.

"The old way changed your life against the sky for you, reopened your wisdom, and it can be regarded as a good fate!"

The voice of the old man fell, grabbed the little beggar, his body floated out of the window, and landed on the roof of the restaurant, his expression was calm and calm, looking at the black clouds that were constantly rolling in the sky, and his rough palm rubbed the little beggar's messy hair.

The little beggar's dark eyes looked at the black clouds rolling with heavenly power in the sky, tilted his head to look at Lao Dao, and smirked.

Thundered!

A thick purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, carrying terrifying heavenly might, and fell straight towards the little beggar and the old way, at this time, the little beggar and the old way were like tiny ants in the heaven and earth.

The purple-robed old Taoist looked calm, without the slightest hint of worry, and just when the breathtaking thunder was about to fall on the two of them, the wide purple robe cuffs waved slightly, and the terrifying purple thunder disappeared, as if it was put into the cuffs by the old dao.

Boom!

Dozens of thunderbolts swooping towards the restaurant like a thunder dragon destroying the world, illuminating the entire dim sky, countless people in the town saw such a terrifying scene, all of them changed color, but no one saw the heavy rain, the roof of the restaurant stood two figures, one large and one small.

"And optimistic, today I will practice kendo for you"

Lao Dao's figure rose into the sky, rushing straight towards the roaring thunder that fell from the sky, and the peach wood sword behind his back was unsheathed again, floating in the palm of Lao Dao's hand.

Like the destruction of the world, the thunder is as vast as the sea, and the purple-robed old road stands under the thunder sea, and his figure is as small as a flat boat in the sea, but it is always towering and motionless like a mountain, like an abyss.

"Kenichi"

The purple-robed old Daoist sighed in his mouth, and it seemed that a sword in his hand was swung out at random, but it was dozens of powerful thunderbolts in the sword style, the tip of the sword turned, and the Dao imprint was drawn on the sky, and countless Dao rhymes emerged between heaven and earth, rippling like a sea of stars, and dozens of thunderbolts were drowned under the sword style.

"Look, immortals, there are immortals in the sky!"

"See, the black dot"

"Shaking the sky with one person"

......

Countless people in the town were led out by the thunder of the world, and noticed the black spots under the thunder in the sky, and some sharp-eyed people noticed that it was a figure, and they didn't care about the heavy rain, and all the people in the whole town braved the heavy rain to see the appearance of the immortals.

With a "pop", the yellow banana fan in the hands of the restaurant shopkeeper fell to the ground, his mouth was open enough to swallow a duck egg, and his eyes stared at the purple figure above the sky.

Outside the ruined temple not far from the town, several figures stood in the muddy rain with a broken wooden door on their heads, and their eyes looked at the purple figures above the sky from afar, full of shock.

It was Yan Zhen and his party who were stranded in the broken temple by the heavy rain.

On the immature little face, the rain slipped down, Yan Zhen didn't seem to feel it, and the slender eyelashes let the rain drop on the wooden door hit, and he never closed the charming eyes like jewels.

"Saint... Shake the heavens and the earth... Might..."Yan Zhen muttered, his voice staccato and his voice choppy.

Beside Yan Zhen, the little aunt's eyes looked at the purple figure in the sky through the black cloak, and suddenly a person's name popped up in her mind, as if she was awakened, her red lips opened slightly, and she reached out to cover her cherry mouth, it could be that person!

On the roof of the restaurant, the little beggar looked at the figure of Lao Dao in a daze, frowning, gesturing in his hand, and muttering something in a low voice.

Above the sky, the black pressed a dark cloud, violently churning, under the firmament, the old Tao's eyes were slightly solemn, he reached out to take the yellow wine gourd like tree bark on his waist, poured a few sips into the sky, and hung it back on his waist.

A thick black thunderbolt turned into a giant dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and swooping towards the purple-robed old path that stood between heaven and earth.

"Haha, look at this move, Sword Six!"

Lao Dao laughed, the purple robe fluttered with his beard, and the wooden sword pierced the black thunder dragon, and above the wooden sword, a light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire sky and drowning the black thunder dragon in it.

After a while, Lao Dao landed beside the little beggar, rubbed the little beggar's hair, and said with a smile: "Have you ever understood a trick and a style?"

The little beggar looked up at the old man beside him, as if he understood or not, scratched his head, and said nothing, the old man smiled and rubbed the little beggar's hair.

Between heaven and earth, the roaring thunder disappeared, the dense black clouds gradually dispersed, and the last golden light fell from the sky, submerged into the little beggar's eyebrows, and disappeared.

The little beggar's body shook suddenly, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembled, his face showed a painful look, his forehead was bruised, his teeth were clenched and creaking, and a trace of blood overflowed between his teeth, as if he was going through an extremely terrible ordeal.

In the nose, ears, eyes, and mouth, there is bright red blood slowly sliding down, and a few "pops" sound blend into the rain on the roof of the restaurant, diffusing in the rain, wafting out a faint smell of blood.

The black clouds in the sky dissipated, and the torrential rain turned into a drizzling rain, falling obliquely, sprinkling onto the verdant earth.