Two Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven, a Drop of Rain Can Destroy the Sky

False God Realm, a place surrounded by clouds and mist, where mountains are hidden.

The majestic mountains, like a winding dragon, seem to soar in the clouds.

The mountain peak is like a blade, piercing the sky and standing proudly.

Here, it is Yaodao Ximu's hermitage place in the False God Realm.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a figure shuttled through the clouds and mist, like a fairy, with a nimble figure and a dusty temperament.

It is Lu Benwei, one of the famous disciples of Yaodao Ximu.

On the top of the mountains, in the deepest part of the endless clouds and mists, there is a mountain standing upside down, with countless vines winding and hanging down, showing the vastness of ancient times.

Lu Benwei flew all the way, and after arriving here, he landed slowly.

On the inverted mountain platform, there are many ancient buildings. Lu Benwei walked towards an attic.

Master Yaodao Ximu is waiting for him.

"Strange, why did the master suddenly recruit me here this time?"

Lu Benwei thought to himself, a little puzzled, generally speaking, it is rare for a master to summon him without saying anything.

If there is an order, I will definitely inform him in advance so that he can prepare.

With a trace of doubt, Lu Benwei saw Yaodao Ximu, and after saluting respectfully, he said in a deep voice: "I have seen the master, but I don't know what the master called the apprentice this time, what is it?"

Yaodao Ximu has white hair all over his head, his old face is full of wrinkles, only his eyes are still sharp and scary.

"It's nothing serious, let me ask you, has Xiao Chen ever looked for you?"

Lu Benwei was taken aback when he heard the words, but he still said truthfully: "If you go back to Master, Xiao Chen has not looked for an apprentice for more than a year, and has no contact at all."

Yaodao Ximu couldn't help being slightly astonished. He stroked his beard and muttered: "Shouldn't it? Could it be that he has no doubts about the mystery in his painting, and he should be able to do it normally with his talent."

Ximu doesn't think Xiao Chen can understand the mystery in the painting in a short period of time, but he should be able to understand the unusual things in the painting.

According to his guess, since it can be normal,

If you don't understand it well, you should go to Lu Benwei for advice.

But more than a year has passed, and Lu Benwei has never been contacted.

Ximu was puzzled, it was strange, could it be me? He really has a mystery in the painting, can't guess what kind of opportunity is contained in the painting?

If you knew the opportunity in the painting and the inheritance it represented, you wouldn't be moved at all. If you were someone else, you should have gone to Lu Benwei long ago.

After thinking about it, I thought it was good.

It shows that this kid is still not as young as me, and the statue that defeated me in the trial tower is just a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Yaodao Ximu smiled and said: "Go, bring him, just say I want to see him."

Lu Benwei couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Master, what are you going to do?"

Yaodao Ximu smiled and said: "This kid is very good, I want to accept him as a registered disciple, so I can give him some advice."

Lu Benwei was speechless, he didn't understand what the master's logic was, but since he ordered it, just follow it.

"Yes, the disciple respectfully obeys the master's order!"

...

In the sanctuary god capital, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, and it has been more than half a month since he enlightened on the ice fire lotus platform.

In his eyes, the picture scroll in front of him was no longer what it used to be.

His field of vision is all focused on the lake in the painting, on the drop of water falling in mid-air.

Dripping water and lakes, one is small, the other is broad, the other is agile, and the other is quiet.

The quiet and peaceful picture, a drop of water and a lake, in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent, and the machine is facing each other.

In Xiao Chen's eyes, this drop of rain and dew is like a sharp-edged, peerless swordsman with great ambitions, falling from the sky with the courage of life and death.

It has lofty ambitions. This drop of water will challenge a lake.

Snapped!

The screen continued to change, and Xiao Chen felt as if he was in it, seeing a void.

The sky is about to rain, there is a roar, and thousands of rain and dew fall from the sky.

But there is a drop of water, condensed between the sky and the sky, unmoved. Let the other rain and dew come and go, let the fate fall from the sky.

It is unmoved, this is a lonely drop of rain, but also a proud drop of rain.

Wow!

The rainwater gathered on the ground and formed countless tributaries, which gradually formed a lake in front of Xiao Chen's eyes.

The surface of the lake is getting wider and wider, but the drop of rain and dew still hangs high in the sky, unmoved.

God, outraged by it. The thunderclouds dissipated, and the bright sun was in the sky. On behalf of the sky, with the power of the sun, this drop of rain and dew was dissipated.

But a strange thing happened, this drop of rain and dew, under the sunlight. Shining, like crystal, crystal clear, the hotter the sun, the brighter the light, the more shining this drop of rain and dew, so proud.

Sunset and sunrise, this scorching sun has baked it for 3333 years.

But this drop of rain and dew is still as proud as before, and does not change the past.

God, I can't reveal my anger.

He also hacked it with thousands of thunderbolts, intending to completely destroy it, this time another three thousand three hundred and thirty-three years have passed.

This drop of rain and dew still does not change its original intention and is as proud as ever.

Wrath of the sky, and tormented it with strong winds, three thousand three hundred and thirty thirty years...

The scorching sun, strong wind and thunder tormented it for a whole period of nine thousand to one hundred and ninety-nine years. But this drop of rain and dew, as in the past, is as proud as before. In nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, thunder, wind and flames can't change its original intention.

It only makes it more radiant, washes away all lead impurities, becomes crystal clear, more pure, and is as beautiful as a demon!

What is a demon?

Lonely as I am, ten thousand years of time, hanging high in the sky, living alone!

What is a demon?

Like me, I am proud and not afraid of Tianwei!

Xiao Chen was like this, in 1999 years, a drop of rain and dew hung high in the sky, never changing his original intention.

The picture changed suddenly, Xiao Chen stepped back, and saw the drop of rain and dew continue to fall.

Snapped!

This drop of rain and dew fell on the lake, and the vast lake exploded instantly. The sky also shattered at this moment, and all the water in the lake was expelled by this drop of rain and dew. The drop penetrated the lake and exploded endless lake water.

There are many lakes and vast lakes, but they can't hold the heart of this drop of rain and dew.

boom!

Xiao Chen was shocked, and the next moment, he suddenly woke up. Sweating profusely, like a long, long dream, a picture scroll floating in front of him.

The scene in the painting remains the same, it is still a drop of water falling slowly, a lake on one side, quiet and peaceful.

Xiao Chen jumped down, put away the ice and fire lotus platform, spread out the scroll in his hand, stared carefully, thoughtfully.

"A drop of rain and dew can also become a monster. The scorching sun, wind and thunder can't destroy it, but only add to its charm and make it more monstrous. Don't follow the tide, don't obey the destiny, don't respect the power of heaven, a drop of rain will shatter the sky!"

Xiao Chen thought in his heart, the inheritance contained in this painting is really unbelievable.

"Yaodao Ximu, named disciple Lu Benwei, come to see Xiao Chen of the Heavenly Alliance!"

Just as Xiao Chen was meditating, Lu Benwei's voice sounded in the courtyard, Xiao Chen muttered, what is he doing here, giving me the third painting?

After putting away the scroll, Xiao Chen went out to greet him, cupped his hands and said, "I've met Brother Lu."

Lu Benwei gave him a strange look: "You look so bad, is there something wrong with your practice?"

Xiao Chen knew that it took too much time to comprehend the second painting just now, so he just wanted to tell the truth, so he asked for advice by the way.

Lu Benwei said: "Do you need to rest? My master, I want to see you."

Yaodao Ximu, do you want to see me?

Alright, I was about to ask for a meeting, Xiao Chen was very curious about what kind of existence this Yaodao Ximu was.

Why do you reject all other false gods who want to accept you as disciples, and why don't you accept yourself as disciples?

And why, it's all a mystery to give yourself the painting scroll of the demon sword.

"No need, you can leave now, please brother Lu lead the way."

Xiao Chen responded immediately without hesitation.

"Come with me."

Lu Benwei nodded slightly, looked Xiao Chen up and down, and murmured in his heart, wondering why the master suddenly wanted to accept Xiao Chen's registered disciple.

Both of them were full of doubts, and rushed towards Yaodao Ximu's hermitage.