The rain kept falling, and the little beggar's painful state continued, and the old man looked indifferent, standing beside the little beggar, and was not worried, isolating himself from the wind and rain.

I don't know how long time has passed, the little beggar suddenly opened his dark eyes, the golden light disappeared from the bottom of his eyes, his knees suddenly bent like a longbow, "poof", kneeling on the roof of the restaurant, his dirty forehead was born on the gray tiles and knocked nine times, and there were hidden blood stains on his forehead.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The messy black hair covered the little beggar's face, and a rock-solid and clear voice came out of his mouth like a mountain spring.

"The fate of master and apprentice is not enough, if you can comprehend the seventh form, then you will say that I am an apprentice!" Lao Dao's gaze fell on the peach wood sword in the palm of his right hand, looking at the black dragon-shaped pattern that appeared on the crimson sword body, he waved his hand with his left hand, signaling the little beggar not to call him master anymore, and an invisible force held the little beggar up.

The little beggar touched the viscosity on his face, scratched his head, took a few steps outward, picked up a handful of rainwater, wiped a few handfuls on his face, held a handful again and poured it on his face, and finally raised his head directly, let the cold rain hit his face, washing away the coagulated blood and sludge on his face.

The muddy rain was like a trickle, sliding down the little beggar's gray face, the mud on the face gradually faded, and the immature face appeared, although it was not as handsome as Yan Zhen's appearance, but it was also considered to have good facial features and clear eyebrows.

The purple-robed old man's body floated up from the roof of the building, grabbed the little beggar's back collar, and fell back to the rain pavilion from the window, the muddy water droplets fell on the floor along the little beggar's dirty clothes, turning into a pool of water stains, and the coolness pierced the bone marrow from the soaked cold clothes, and the little beggar's body couldn't help but tremble, sneezed, and rubbed his nose.

"Knock knock, knock knock"

Hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and the restaurant shopkeeper with sweaty forehead rolled in from the stairs, and the teapot he was carrying in his hand did not pour out.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant carefully lowered his head and put the tea on the carved wooden table, half-bowed, secretly raised his head to take a look, and then lowered it again, for fear of angering this immortal who could shake the thunder alone.

"Little beggar, today you are reborn as a human being, can Lao Dao help you take a name?" Lao Dao's lips opened slightly, and the voice fell on the little beggar's ears, but the shopkeeper on the side did not hear the slightest sound, and stood quietly aside.

"Okay, please give the master a name!" The little beggar's clear eyes were a little expectant, and his eyes stared at the old man who stroked his beard.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant listened to the little beggar's self-talk, and couldn't help but look up slightly, looking at the old man's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his body trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head, and squeezed his upper and lower eyelids together.

Lao Dao didn't bother with the word master anymore, looked at the nervous restaurant shopkeeper, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he claimed to be a fairy wind bone, how terrible he was like a monster in the eyes of this shopkeeper!

"You go down!" Lao Dao waved his cuffs, and a gentle force supported the trembling restaurant shopkeeper and landed directly in the restaurant hall downstairs.

Lao Dao stroked his gray beard, stared for a moment, a smile appeared on his face, and slowly spit out a name: "Wei Thirteen!"

"Wei takes the surname of the country, as for the thirteen! You will know this later. Lao Dao continued to speak, and finally sold a pass, with an unfathomable smile on his face.

Sigh!

The rapid and dense sound of horses' hooves falling into the water came from afar, and soon, they stopped in front of the restaurant, and then there was a noisy sound of footsteps falling into the water.

"In the future, you still need to walk by yourself, and we will meet again!

The old man's gaze looked down at the restaurant, as if he had seen through everything, and disappeared in the burning gaze of the little beggar, leaving only the peachwood sword on the table and the old voice echoing in the air.

Little beggar, no, Wei Shisan's body jumped up, landed directly on the table, jumped to the window, and looked out of the window at a loss, but where was the figure of the old way, only the drizzle falling between the sky and the earth.

Wei Shisan's heart was a little flustered, as if the person who fell in the water suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, which made people feel full of security, but suddenly the life-saving straw broke, and the person who fell into the water at this time was far more panicked than before he didn't grasp the straw.

At this time, Wei Shisan was like this kind of person who fell into the water, holding the peachwood sword on the table tightly in his arms, his eyes were slightly red, and the flashing water light was faintly visible.

......

In the hall of the restaurant, the shopkeeper, whose legs and feet were a little weak, waved his hand at this group of uninvited guests, stretched out a hand in front of his lips to indicate not to make noise, and then pointed to the top of his head.

Four people in Tsing Yi entourage, a handsome young man in white, and a person wearing a black cloak who didn't know anyone, were Yan Zhen and his party in the ruined temple.

Seeing that the purple-robed old man shook the sky alone, the group rushed to Qinglin Town non-stop, and if they could get to know such a master, then this trip would be worth it.

Yan Zhen led the front, and the group took a step towards the stairs, a slightly fat black figure rushed past everyone, his left arm was stretched out, blocking in front of everyone, his right hand was close to his lips, and he whispered: "There are immortals upstairs, don't go, if you anger the immortals, you don't know how to die!"

"Immortals?" Yan Zhen looked at the shopkeeper's expression and movements, and felt a little funny, and couldn't help but sneer, thinking about it in his heart, what is this kind of method not an immortal in the eyes of ordinary people?

"Poof!"

The cold long knife swept out from Yan Zhen's side and rested on the shopkeeper's neck, and the man in Tsing Yi with the knife stared coldly at the shopkeeper, as if the murderous aura of substance spread from his body, and only said, "Get out of the way."

Feeling the cold sharp scimitar clinging to the skin, the shopkeeper's body stiffened, cold sweat flowed on his slightly chubby face, swallowed saliva, trembled and withdrew his left arm, and didn't dare to move, for fear of angering this master, giving himself such a knife, his own life would be burped, and it would be too wronged.

The shopkeeper trembled and slowly moved his body, and finally got out of the way from the stairs with difficulty, and sat down on the floor, panting like a bear.

The little aunt walked in front of Yan Zhen and stepped up the stairs, Yan Zhen followed closely, two of them in Tsing Yi followed, and the other two stayed in front of the stairs like door gods, standing with their hands in their hands.

......

Under the black cloak, the little aunt had a murderous look in her beautiful eyes, staring at Wei Shisan, who was holding a peachwood sword behind the carved wooden table, and gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you the only one here?"

Wei Shisan recognized this evil woman who almost killed herself, where could she be angry with her, snorted in her mouth, tilted her head, looked at the top of the building, and did not answer or make a sound.

Scold!

The thin sword appeared in the little aunt's hand again, pointing directly at Wei Shisan, with a cold gaze: "Do you say it or not!" To be honest, she didn't know how she got angry when she saw this little beggar, and she was still very calm and calm on weekdays.

Yu Guang saw the thin sword that almost cost him his life, Wei Shisan shuddered, instinctively drilled under the table, bent down, and poked Wei Shisan's chest with the wooden sword in his arms, Wei Shisan's movements stopped, his dark eyes turned a few times, he smiled, and stood up.

"Boom!"

Wei Shisan's right foot stepped on the wooden chair next to the carved wooden table, pinched his chin with his right hand, stared at the peerless beauty wearing a black cloak, smiled lightly, and said, "You are born so good-looking, why do you wear a cloak?"