Douluo Heavens Upgrade

"Dududu..."

In a bustling city, people come and go on the streets, traffic is busy, pedestrians are in a hurry, and they are busy with their day's life.

And among the bustling markets, in a small corner, there is a quaint bookstore.

It is a retro architectural style with a plaque hanging at the door with two simple big characters written on it.

Have to give up!

Only when those who enter are willing to give up will they know what they are willing to give up. Don't ask how much the marriage is worth, it's just a tael of silver.

At the pear-wood door, there is a small wooden sign "No Accepting Visitors".

"squeak."

At this moment, a young man slowly opened the wooden door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the dark wooden house, the lights were brightly lit, and the surrounding walls were luminous like pearls at night. Even though the young man had seen it countless times, he was still surprised by it.

"Uncle Chen, I'm here."

He shouted into the wooden house. Seeing that there was no response, the young man stopped talking.

At this time, Uncle Chen should be resting.

Skillfully picked up the floating dust on the side, turned over the wooden sign at the door, then found a sunny place, picked up the book that he had not finished yesterday, and continued to read.

Time passed little by little. In the lively and prosperous city, people had long been confused by the feasting and feasting life. How many people came to this bookstore to see it.

In one morning, only a few people walked in.

But the books in the wooden house were all obscure and difficult to understand. I didn't even hear the name, so I left in a hurry.

Therefore, the young man spent the whole morning reading.

"Snapped."

After reading the book in his hand, the young man closed the book with a look of unfinished meaning in his eyes, and was even more shocked by what was recorded in the book.

"I don't know where Uncle Chen found these books."

The young man stood up slowly and put the books in his hands back into the distance. He looked at the rows of old and yellow books and couldn't help but wonder.

He has been in this bookstore for three years. On weekdays, he visits the store and does odd jobs in the wooden house.

But I spent more time looking at the vast books in this wooden house.

The books in the wooden house are all different from what the young man sees on a daily basis.

Except for some biographies, the rest of the records are incomprehensible.

Looks like Confucianism but not Confucianism, looks like Taoism but not Taoism.

"Tatata..."

The sound of slight footsteps was heard, and the young man looked up and saw a man who looked to be in his forties walking slowly.

The man had long gray hair, a very ordinary appearance, and a somewhat lazy look in his eyes.

"Little Ye Zi, you're here."

Reaching out to hit the cake, the middle-aged man rolled his eyes, then walked aside, picked up the egg-filled pancake that he had prepared long ago, and took a bite.

"Uncle Chen, please pay attention to your health."

With a frown, the young man walked to the kitchen behind the wooden house, skillfully took out the vegetables from the refrigerator and started cooking.

With skilled techniques and skillful cooking skills, the young man brought out three dishes and one soup in a short period of time.

"Uncle Chen, it's time to have a good meal."

He snatched the egg-filled pancake from the middle-aged man's mouth and threw it away. It was all from the day before.

"Hehe, it turns out that Xiao Yezi is still the best."

The middle-aged man chuckled, picked up the rice handed to him, and started to devour it.

In just a short while, the rest of the dinner table was completely wiped out.

The young man put away the dishes and chopsticks, looked at the man who had rested on the lounge chair at the door, and couldn't help but smile.

After three years, he was used to it.

Ever since he passed by this bookstore three years ago, the young man had known the man in front of him.

He only knew that the other party was the owner of this wooden house, and his name was Uncle Chen on weekdays. The other young people really didn't understand him.

Walking to the bookshelf that he had just finished reading in the morning, the young man looked at the names of the books and slowly picked up a book on the side.

Walking to the wooden table on the other side of the door, the young man slowly opened the book in his hand.

The immortal is against the scriptures!

Obedience is ordinary, reverse is immortal!

When he turned the first page, just looking at these words, the young man felt a suffocating and majestic air blowing towards his face.

In just six words, there seems to be a magnificent world.

All living beings prostrate, but only one person swims against the current. The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are also walking on the sky!

The young man paused for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses.

There was deep shock in his eyes, shocked by the hallucination he had just vaguely seen.

Breathing heavily, the young man slowly opened the second page.

This rain is born in the sky and falls on the ground. The process in between is a lifetime.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."

Looking at the words on the book, the young man seemed to hear the sound of falling rain in his ears, and the scene in front of him gradually became distorted.

My mind was shaken, my vision blurred, and when I came to my senses again, I was already in the middle of heavy rain.

The sky and earth thundered and lightning flashed, and the majestic rain fell. The raindrops fell between the sky and the earth without revealing any trace.

In the temple below them, the three of them were sitting around the fire, talking slowly.

One of them pointed at the vast sky and earth and said, "The rain is born in the sky and falls on the ground. The process in between is a lifetime."

The other person was silent for a moment and looked at the other person.

"I don't ask where the rain comes from, and I don't ask where the rain falls."

The silver-haired young man sitting alone on the other side pointed out, and the raindrops from the sky and the earth stopped.

"I only ask whether the rain is the cause and whether the rain is the effect."

The roar of the avenue sounded, the heaven and earth shook, and the young man's mind was instantly shaken by the loud noises.

"boom."

Thunder exploded in his mind, and the young man felt as if he was facing a vast ocean, helpless and helpless.

"wake up!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded, and the young man's confused spirit was instantly frightened back into his body.

The young man who was sleeping soundly on the wooden table suddenly got an idea and jumped up, with a look of panic on his face.

"Little Ye Zi, what's wrong?"

Looking around, he saw Uncle Chen in front of him. Seeing that what he just saw was just a dream, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, Uncle Chen. I'm probably too tired recently."

Shaking his head, the young man closed the book on the table, but he was not ready to read any more.

"Yeah, let's get more rest."

The middle-aged man nodded and comforted.

The young man nodded silently and took a look at the sky. He was surprised to see that the sky had darkened.

"Uncle Chen, it's so late, I have to leave."

The young man said to the middle-aged man and was about to walk out, but he suddenly thought of something and paused.

"By the way, Uncle Chen, I have an appointment with my friends to go to Mount Tai in the past two days. I guess I won't have time to come back. Remember to eat on time."

After reminding the man, the young man was about to leave, but was held back.

"Little Ye Zi, take this book back and read it. It just so happens that you won't be here these two days."

Looking at the Xian Ni Jing in his hand, the young man hesitated for a moment, but finally took it.

"Thank you Uncle Chen."

After saying thanks, the young man left slowly.

The middle-aged man watched this scene silently from behind, his appearance gradually changing.

The breeze was blowing, the silver hair was fluttering, and there was no doubt that the figure was Chen Xiaoming.

"It's finally going to start!"