In the northwest corner of the Zhou Dynasty, there was a market called Yongxingfang, where all kinds of people gathered, including people of all religions and professions, and it was very lively.
In a corner of Yongxingfang, a group of people gathered around.
There was an empty space in the middle of the crowd, and there was a table. An old man wearing a Confucian crown and a long gown, with three long beards and a rosy complexion, leaned on the back of the chair.
The old man pressed his left hand against the wood on the table, and waved a paper fan with his right hand, pointing to the country and speaking eloquently. Everyone around him listened with fascination and fascination.
Looking at this attire, coupled with the wake wood on the table and the folding fan in his hand, you can tell that this person is a storyteller who travels among the people and specializes in telling legends about gods, monsters, and monsters.
The stories told by storytellers are mysterious, magnificent, and bizarre, and are very attractive to most mortals.
“That battle was fought in darkness, with landslides and ground cracking, corpses all over the ground, and blood flowing everywhere. It was extremely tragic!”
The old man waved his paper fan and said loudly: "This strong man from the human race takes a step and makes the void tremble; he shouts loudly and can roar down the stars; turning his hands turns into clouds and turning his hands into rain. Although that dragon is powerful, it can turn rivers and seas upside down." , swallowing the power of the sun and the moon, but still unable to defeat this person."
Everyone around listened attentively.
"The battle lasted for two days and two nights, and Shenlong was finally killed by this man's sword! Countless blood spattered from Shenlong's body. Many creatures were unable to dodge and were splashed by this blood. Their bodies could not withstand the power of Shenlong's blood and exploded. The body died..."
Many people secretly gasped and exclaimed.
Seeing everyone's reaction, the old man was very proud. He gently shook his folding fan, twirled his long beard, nodded and smiled.
"hehe… "
At this moment, a sneer came from outside the crowd.
"These illusory things are just fooling mortals. It's really ridiculous. Who has such strong physical strength after fighting for two days and two nights? Even the dragon was pulled out, and he said it as if you have seen it before!"
The speaker was a foundation-building monk.
This person happened to be passing by here, stopped and listened for a while, and couldn't help but sneer.
In fact, real cultivators don't even bother to listen to these things. They can easily distinguish the truth from the false.
Seeing that someone had exposed him, the old man couldn't help but blush, and seemed to be angry. He frowned and asked, "How do you know I haven't seen it?"
"oh?"
The foundation-building monk looked sideways at the old man and sneered: "You don't have any spiritual energy in your body. You are not a member of my cult. I would like to ask you where you saw the dragon, huh?"
Using the spirit-peeping technique, one can easily detect that this old man is just an ordinary mortal.
When the old man heard that the other party was a cultivator, his aura suddenly weakened, his eyes averted, he retracted his neck, and muttered in a low voice: "Anyway, I have seen him before."
The foundation-building monk curled his lips and left with a sneer.
Not far away, there was a man wearing a gray robe, slightly fat, with a white face and no beard. He was also holding a folding fan in his hand and was walking towards this side.
"Storyteller, keep talking!"
Some people couldn't wait and were urging from the side.
The old man glanced around and saw the person coming. The Xingmu in his hand suddenly fell down with a loud and clear snap.
"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"
The old man put Xingmu into his arms, gathered the paper fan, and waved his hand: "Let's break up. Let's talk about it another day."
"cut!"
There were boos from the crowd.
Seeing the old man getting up and leaving, everyone stopped staying here and dispersed one after another.
The old man slipped into the crowd and disappeared in three or two steps.
In a deserted corner, the old man met a gray-robed monk.
"Old man, you failed. You didn't succeed."
The gray-robed monk looked unhappy, it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the ancient ruins.
The old man twisted three strands of his long beard, looking enigmatic, and said with a smile: "I have expected it."
"I am!"
When Lin Xuanji heard this, he immediately jumped up with anger and said, "You old man is so cruel. You have deduced it a long time ago, and you still let me go to that crappy place? I almost lost my life!"
"What do you know?"
The old man looked dark and calm, and said: "The hexagrams I deduced show that your trip is not dangerous. Although it is destined to fail, it is a worthwhile trip!"
"Is...?" Lin Xuanji asked while grinding his teeth.
"That's natural. My hexagram will not be wrong." The old man was very confident.
Lin Xuanji couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly: "I didn't even catch the shit, I just ate a little egg juice, and it was the leftovers from a dog!"
"What kind of egg juice, what kind of dog?" The old man was sprayed with saliva, and he was a little confused.
Lin Xuanji recounted everything that happened in the ancient ruins of the Dragon Cave.
"You ate the dragon egg? You're so crazy!" The old man was trembling with anger, raised his palm, and slapped Lin Xuanji hard on the big face.
"Hey! Don't fight, don't fight... It's not me, it's that Su Zimo, and a dog..."
Lin Xuanji kept dodging, but to no avail. With a snap, there was a red fingerprint on the left side of his face.
"Old man, I also used the little teleportation charm."
"Snapped!"
Without saying anything, the old man went up and slapped him again.
A five-finger mark quickly appeared on Lin Xuanji's right cheek, but it could not fade away.
The old man twirled his beard and frowned: "This doesn't make sense. The hexagrams are correct. You should be worthy of your trip. Could it be that... the hexagrams are pointing to that Su Zimo?"
"By the way, old man, this man has some skills. I can't figure out his origin or destiny." Lin Xuanji said.
"Is there such a thing?"
A vague wave emitted from the old man's eyebrows, instantly covering the entire royal city. Soon, Su Zimo was found in a restaurant.
There was a little softness in the old man's eyes, which quickly dispersed and turned into gray mist.
The old man spread his palms and started to deduce.
As time went by, the old man's frown became deeper and deeper, his expression became more solemn, and his face became paler.
With the old man's level of cultivation, a foundation-building monk could complete it almost in the blink of an eye.
But now, an hour has passed.
Lin Xuanji was holding his breath and waiting quietly, for fear of disturbing the old man.
After another half hour passed, the old man trembled all over and groaned. The softness in his eyes dispersed, and bloodshot lines appeared in his eyes. It was terrifying!
"Old man, how are you?"
Lin Xuanji knew that this situation was the result of forced deduction.
Some people have special fates. If you force the deduction and don't stop in time, it is normal for you to go blind. In serious cases, you may even have bad luck!
"It doesn't matter."
The old man waved his hand, exhaled a long breath, and said thoughtfully: "This boy's fate is ordinary, and there was nothing unusual about it originally. However, an expert changed his fate against the will of heaven, and his fate changed drastically. I can't deduce it." Out."
"Ah?" Lin Xuanji's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "Changing fate against the will of heaven?"
He knows best the weight of these four words, changing one's fate against the will of heaven. Not even the old man in front of him can do that!
"Um?"
At this moment, the old man's expression changed, and his eyes shone brightly!