Chapter 18 The First Rain in Autumn
In November, dark clouds covered the sky. An autumn rain wet the mainland and wet the blood in the northern wilderness. The autumn rain also drove away the last heat brought by the autumn tiger. Countless people fled from the heavy rain. They were afraid that they would struggle, and the rain pierced their skin like a sword.
The rain in the cherry blossom mountains wets the cherry trees to make them more transparent and bright. The flying cherry blossoms are like butterflies. After being wet by the rain, they can't fly into the sky. There is the most common mountain road between the Qingtian God Religion and the Taoist Temple of Heaven, but it seems ordinary and not ordinary.
Because countless strong people of the Qingtian God Sect can't go to the Tiandao Temple at the top of the mountain through the mountain road, because there is a formation left by the first generation of the Lord.
The first generation of the audience was originally an ordinary person and an extremely lustful person who haunted in the middle of the brothel every day, but such an ordinary person was not ordinary in a certain night because the man in a blue Taoist robe gave him power different from the world but did not give him long life.
After that, every viewer is an ordinary person, but one day he will still be valued by the previous generations of the Taoist temple of heaven and give him strength, but he can't live long. Every viewer of the heavenly master's Taoist temple speaks very ordinary. Some scholars, some generals, and some farmers. For example, this generation of spectators is a gambler, just like Ye Wudao is just a child of a rich family.
A shadow on the mountain road walked out of the mountain road that covered half of the clouds and slowly walked to the top of the mountain. No one knew how she walked through the formation. For example, no one knew that she was actually an illegitimate child.
In front of Tiandao Temple, Li Zizi and Guanzhu looked at the forward goddess with different eyes. Li Zizi was appreciating and Guanzhu was insipid.
"A very interesting girl, if she can reach the top of the mountain, I will give her strength," Li Zizi said with a smile.
The viewer's face is still so calm. This calmness is terrible because no one knows what the viewer is thinking. Behind him, the sloppy Taoist and the drunkards and the drunkards are silent. They close their eyes and drink alone.
"Do you know why there is a heavenly Taoist temple?" Li Zi suddenly asked.
It's not that I don't know the answer. I just don't understand the answer. It's like this autumn rain seems to be the weather, but what really falls is the magic power of plums.
"You can't find it, and you can't let the teacher show himself. It is the existence of the Taoist temple of heaven. Although you are strong, I still can't give you eternal life." Li Zizi said calmly
After listening to the Lord, his face was slightly moved and then sighed that he couldn't find it because it was higher than Qingtian Haoyang. If he couldn't find the master, it was because the teacher was connected with the red dust.
Li Zizi stretched out his hand and took a drop of rain and smiled without saying anything, and then walked into the hall.
The viewer ignored Li Zizi's departure and then continued to look at the moving shadow, the god girl of the Qingtian spirit, who finally had a lot of praise in her eyes, but she was soon replaced by calm.
The autumn rain in the back of the college wet the hut. The earth wet the green tree. Lu Xiaoxiao stood in the hut sheltering from the rain and stood by the window and looked at the sky. The forbidden place in the back mountain was not wet by the rain. The sky was like a screen covering the rain. The big buffalo lay not far away and ate the best grass and looked at the teacher who was reading under the waterfall.
The battle between the Qingtianshen Sect and the Song Dynasty was temporarily calmed down because of an autumn rain in the south, but the autumn rain made the Song army extremely embarrassed. This is the rain from the blue sky, which is the rain for those who do not believe in themselves, and for those who believe in themselves, it is like the iron horse of the Qingtian God religion.
In a small mountain on the southern plain, Ye Wudao walked in the mountain forest and the rain was saved, but there was no trace of rain on the embarrassment robe, because the rain fell into Ye Wudao's hair and Taoist robe, like a light point to give Ye Wudao power. This power was given to the next viewer by Qingtian Haoyang.
The rain fell in the mountain forest to form a fog, and Ye Wudao also stepped into the sixth realm, but it was still not enough. It was not enough to enter Lin'an City. It was not enough to see the college was not enough to face Zhao Feng, but on the other hand, it was enough to face another person in the mountain forest.
The silence in the mountain forest at this time seems to make all the fierce beasts in the forest flee because of a rain. Only the sound of the rain falling to the ground forms a soft song about the beauty and magnificence of nature.
At the end of the mountain forest is the lake in the mountain. There is a man standing in a noble robe, which contrasts with Ye Wudao's Taoist robe. The man held up a paper umbrella to block the rain to make the rain unable to get close to him. The paper umbrella covered the man's face but could not cover the natural breath of the man's sixth realm. Ye Wudao stood on the other side of the lake and looked at the man calm as usual.
"No matter how afraid he is, he is afraid of the return of the true god." The sound from under the paper umbrella is so wonderful that it merges with the sound of rain.
Ye Wudao calmed down and then said, "No, the true God is afraid that it is afraid"
Simple words directly form a contrast. There is no sarcasm in the tone. It's just plain as if they are telling an ordinary thing like friends they haven't seen for many years. It's just that the true god and it in this ordinary words are just an existence that makes people in the world afraid.
The raindrops on the lake fell in circles and circles of ripples, while the small fish in the lake were nervously avoiding the bottom of the lake and did not dare to appear because their breath was too strong and terrible. Originally, there was a newborn beast in the lake, but at this time, it did not know where it disappeared.
Footsteps sounded in the mountain forest. When Zhao Feng walked out of the mountain forest and saw the two people next to the lake, a smile appeared on their faces. This smile was ironic and ridiculed because Zhao Feng looked down on them.
Although Ye Wudao and that man are the sixth realm, Zhao Feng is still not afraid because the realm of the academy is too special, so special that the viewer still loses to the master and makes Qingtian Haoyang a little afraid.
"The young patriarch of the true god alien race, the walking person of Tiandao Temple, and I, the walking person of the college, are really lively," Zhao Feng said with a smile.
It goes without saying that Ye Wudao naturally has to say that the paper umbrella youth is Tuotian, the young patriarch of the true god and alien race. Now the Buddha's weak back mountain forbidden land inherits the destroyed Buddha's heavenly book into the academy, and there are only three major forces in the world, the Taoist demon gate and the academy.
People in the three unknown places where the autumn rain falls can't gather in this small mountain. Naturally, it can't be a acquaintance or a tea party. No one knows why they gathered. No one knows their real purpose in the mountains.
"The fearlessness of the college is really unusual," Tuo Tian looked at Zhao Feng through the paper umbrella and said.
Zhao Feng didn't say anything, just smiled to say thank you and then didn't say anything. Ye Wudao frowned and didn't know why Zhao Feng appeared here.
"I called here to witness the death witness of the next master of the Taoist gate," Tuo Tian looked at Ye Wudao and said.
Ye Wudao said calmly, "Confidence is the biggest problem of your true gods and aliens"
Zhao Feng listened to the conversation between the two and retreated slightly, because the true spirit of the sixth realm of the two had been released. Although he was not afraid, this was a battle between the two. He was just invited to watch.
Behind Ye Wudao, the iron sword came out and waved the long sword and saw the autumn rain falling leaves flying away against the rain. Tuo Tian pulled out the long knife body from his waist and the sound of the scabbard with the sound of the mountain forest. The stones on the ground fluttered and collided with the leaves.
No one in the world knows the result of this battle. Zhao Feng will not mention Tuotian, let alone Ye Wudao. This autumn rain ended after five days.