Heavy rain.

On the tower bead on the first floor of the sky, there stands an old man with white hair and green clothes and an immortal spirit.

The people of Meisi looked at Qingming.

He has been standing here for a long time, and has witnessed the rain in the Royal City that night, from a steady rain to a heavy downpour at this moment.

"Wonderful."

“It’s really wonderful.”

You can have a panoramic view of the whole city from Tazhu.

However, the people of Meisi didn't need the tower beads at all, they just covered it with spiritual thoughts, and they could see everything that happened in Dongtianwang City tonight at a glance.

"Xu De chokes, Xu Fu Ji, Xu Xiaoshou..."

Looking in a certain direction, the Meisi man murmured to himself: "So, the Holy Slave's hand is so long?"

He felt a little funny.

Early on, I felt that it was impossible for Wangcheng to have such a swordsman genius born for no reason, and then not be known to the world, and only be seen by the Meisi people.

I'm sorry, this is a person I know very well.

"That boy..."

Mei Siren shook his head and fell into memories.

He still remembered that on that windy and snowy afternoon, Bazun understood Wen Ting's young man's character and spoke with high spirits.

Unexpectedly, time flies by.

After so many years, the young man of that day has grown up to the point where he can stir up troubles in the mainland.

"The Eight Masters..."

The Meisi people looked at the night rain in the royal city, their folding paper fans gently tapping their palms, their eyes trance-like, as if they saw the figures of their former friends.

"Yu Tu, is this the 'most beautiful scenery' you said?"

In the past, the people of Meisi once made tea and discussed Taoism with Yu Tu, and at the same time bet on the destiny of the mainland and the future.

The difference is that Yu Tu chose to bet everything on the boy named Bazun Shu at that time.

He was from Meisi, so he chose not to bet.

Not betting means that you have no position, and it also means that you are not optimistic about the future of mainland China.

Or to put it another way.

This third additional option itself represents the position of the Meisi people.

Watching on the sidelines is tantamount to betting on the mainland's orthodoxy, betting on the long-standing Son of Destiny, the current master of the Holy Temple who has been pushed to the pinnacle of the new era, Dao Qiongang.

It's just that the Meisi people don't want to admit it.

He had always felt that the earlier Eight Masters were too murderous and too paranoid.

Dao Qiongcang was just pushed to the bright side and became the most popular son of destiny.

There is essentially no difference between the two.

But today is different.

Today, on the tower bead on the first floor of the sky, Meisi saw everything that happened in the royal city, and also saw clearly the choice of Bazunzun, the Xu Xiaoshou whom he thought was just a coincidence.

Actually.

You Tu, Bazun Zhu, Xu Xiaoshou...

Somehow, everything has already been decided.

"Willing to be kind..." Meisi man murmured and smiled under the rainy night. He felt that this was a rare and valuable quality.

At least, this aspect of Xu Xiaoshou is completely different from Bazunzhen.

The first one is different, and one of its abilities is to confuse the field.

But the essence of deception is nothing more than amplifying a certain obsession in people's hearts.

According to what Meisi people see.

It seems that the person passing by that street at that time was Bazun Shu from the early years, not Xu Xiaoshou.

The other party didn't even know how to take a second look, so how could he choose to help that little girl whom he had never met before and looked strange?

"Taixu bullied Xiantian, and also used the bewitching domain and the Holy Temple. It's really getting better and better..."

The people of Meisi sighed.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped down from the tower bead on the first floor of the sky.

During that time of making tea and discussing Taoism, Mei Si people once advised Yu Tu, who had been named the leader of the Seven Sword Immortals at that time, not to come in, not to come in!

Because, it's not worth it.

After cultivating to this point, is it nothing more than trying to achieve transcendence?

It is far more comfortable to be a chess spectator and chess player than to be a chess piece that can be manipulated by others. Isn't this a simple and easy-to-understand truth?

But at that time, Yutu only shook his head and chuckled, without saying a word.

At that time, people in Meisi thought Yutu was funny, and he pretended to be mysterious, which made it even more ridiculous.

But now, he feels that he understands Yutu a little bit.

Being outside the chess game cannot influence the situation.

When all the established facts of fate are advancing in front of you in an unchangeable way, but you are powerless.

That kind of futility is like a chess piece in another sense.

so……

"Yu Tu, I'm here!"

With a soft cry, the people of Meisi disappeared into the rainy night.

This time, he decided to enter the game.

This kind of chess game is something he, the Seven Swordsman, once entered, can never escape from.

But at this time, the Meisi people no longer hesitated.

Cicadas have been chirping all summer long, but they don’t know how cool autumn is.

A short-lived flower appears and never sees the light of day.

But in the end, both of these are much more exciting than the life of a mediocre person.

…

"Bang bang!"

On the other hand, the heavy rain in the streets became heavier and heavier.

The rain falling from the sky was rolled into a ball by the howling wind in mid-air, and then like huge boulders, it hit the roof, eaves, and ground one by one.

In such a huge storm.

However, there were two figures, one large and one small, holding hands and moving forward calmly.

"Brother, are you really selling candied haws on a stick in front of you?"

The little girl held by Xu Xiaoshou was still sobbing.

When this little girl cries, it feels like the whole world is crying for her, and the focus of the world can't help but focus on her.

"Yes, don't worry, let's walk over slowly."

Xu Xiaoshou, who had dull eyes, was stroking the little girl's head while fighting against his inner self.

He felt like he was in a state of paralysis.

I obviously felt that something was wrong with everything around me, but for some reason I couldn't muster the strength to resist.

He wanted to take a look at the information bar.

He knew that the information bar was constantly buzzing with pop-ups.

However, as soon as there is such a trend of action, his consciousness will be reversed uncontrollably, and he will notice other miscellaneous "emptiness".

I can't do anything, I can't think of anything...

"Brother, I want to walk faster." At this time, the little girl urged.

"Just take your time. There's no rush to buy candied haws on a stick. Your brother and I are very rich. I'll buy you a lot of candied haws on a stick when the time comes." Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were dull and he responded subconsciously.

The little girl couldn't help but twitch her mouth when she heard this, but then she cried with a "wow": "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I want to hurry up..."

"Okay, okay!"

Xu Xiaoshou had no choice but to pick up the little girl and start running wildly.
To be continued...