Black clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to be pressing down on the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled across the vast earth amidst the biting and whistling wind.
In the wilderness, there is no village in front and no land behind. It is vast and vast, with only an ancient road extending from the distance, and then extending lonely into the distance.
There was a low thunder in the dark clouds in the night sky, and the rain between the sky and the earth gradually became heavier.
The earth is solemn and solemn. Except for the sound of wind and rain, everything is dark in the wilderness. Only a solitary light is lit on the edge of the ancient road, revealing a little light.
This is a wilderness hut. The owner's surname is He. He is a middle-aged man in his early 40s. He is from Xiaochi Town, a day's walk from here. In this remote place, beside the ancient road, he worked hard to build a simple house to serve as a guide for people coming to the south. Travelers heading north provide a place to stop and drink tea, thereby earning some hard money.
At this moment, Boss He was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the howling wind and rain outside. He frowned slightly and sighed softly. With such bad weather, he probably wouldn't have any more customers. .
His hut is located between Xiaochi Town and Kongsang Mountain, a large mountain in the west. The ancient road outside the door has been a road for business travel since ancient times, and is also the only way to the big city further east - Donghai Changhe City. So travelers pass by from time to time.
Now, on this stormy night, there are still a few customers in this small wilderness shop, sitting silently in the dark and dim cabin, avoiding the miserable wind and rain outside.
"Crack!"
The wick of the oil lamp in front of Boss He made a slight crackling sound, waking the honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The sound of wind and rain outside the house became louder and louder, "whimpering" as if choking. It seemed that the guests here would not be able to leave this night.
With this in mind, he looked up at the customers in his shop. There were only five tables in the simple hut. There were guests sitting at three tables at the moment. A single man sat at the corner table. There was a dark place where the light was difficult to illuminate. The man sat alone. There, even the face was blurry.
As for the two tables closer to each other, there was an old man with an extraordinary bearing and a young girl sitting at one table. The old man had a bamboo pole leaning on the table with a piece of cloth on it that said "Immortal." With the four words "guidance", it seems that he is a fortune teller.
As for the last table, it was the most crowded business trip. There were four people in total. The corner behind them was piled with goods. At this moment, there seemed to be a young man in the middle softly cursing the bad weather.
"Okay, stop talking." The other older man among the four shouted at him, turned around, smiled at Boss He, and said slightly apologetically: "Boss He, it's windy and rainy today. The big one even made you stay up late with us."
Boss He smiled and shook his head. This business trip often traveled on this ancient road, and he stopped at his shop many times, so he was considered a regular customer. He immediately said: "It doesn't matter, it's normal for me to stay up late, but today I will stay up late during the day." It looked like dark clouds were coming from the beginning, why are you still on your way, sir?"
The old man was startled when he heard this, and then he looked at each other and said with a wry smile: "Actually, why don't we know that the weather is bad today, but it is really difficult to go out."
Boss He said "Ah".
The old man picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank all the tea in the cup, and then couldn't help but sigh: "Boss He, the world is so difficult today!"
Boss He was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"
The old man gave a bitter smile and said: "Ten years ago, the Demon Sect, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared. I heard that it was still fighting a big battle with the gods of the righteous way in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, this In the past ten years, instead of being eliminated by the righteous way, the demon sect has become increasingly prosperous, and it is heard everywhere that they are fighting with the righteous way."
Boss He was silent, and the old man sighed and said: "We, the common people, can't control what they fight against them. However, under this fight, the world is in chaos. Now thieves are rampant, and there are countless people who robbed homes and homes. We are out there." I'm just trying to make ends meet, and I'm worried every day, for fear of encountering a strongman, so I'm on my way in a hurry, but I'm unexpectedly blocked here by the wind and rain, I'm in trouble for Boss He."
Boss He shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart..."
As he was speaking, a voice suddenly came from a distant corner, saying calmly: "So, does this gentleman think that the current chaos in the world and the rampant thieves are all caused by the demon sect you say?"
The old man was startled, but before he spoke, he looked at the table in front of the fortune teller and the young girl. The girl had bright eyes, beautiful appearance, and slight dimples at the corners of her mouth, which made her look endearing.
At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old businessman: "This old man!"
The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"
The young girl whispered: "Old man, you have a thin face and many lines, but your face is not broken. Although your life has been full of twists and turns, it is still peaceful. It's just that you have a small scar at the sixth point of the heaven, lying across your face, blocking it. The life line and the wealth line indicate that when you get older, there may be a big disaster. Now that you are getting older, it is better to talk less and cause less trouble."
All the merchants changed their colors at the same time, and the old man stood up and stared closely at the old man and the young man. However, these two people did not react and remained calm. For a long time, the old man's face was uncertain. He looked around, finally sat back, held his hands to the girl and said, "Thank you for your advice, girl."
After he sat back down, the shop immediately fell silent. The somewhat mysterious man who was in the corner just now seemed to have also quieted down and stopped talking.
It was just that the long night was really hard to bear. After a long time, the people on the business trip over there gradually started chatting, and they talked about the battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.
These traveling businessmen are just ordinary people, and naturally they have never been to the scene to see it, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose. Moreover, those masters of righteous cultivation have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points among ordinary people. As they talked, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and others heard them and were attracted.
"...In short, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in danger at that time. Fortunately, the old god Daoxuan took part in the good fortune and used his finger to tap lightly. Thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles around, and then Repel the Demon Cult’s people!”
"Fart!" Suddenly, there was a soft shout, but it came from the distinguished old man sitting at the same table with the girl. Everyone was startled and looked at him, only to hear the old man say: "If Dao Xuan is really that Amazing, how come in the battle at Qingyun Mountain, so many people from the Qingyun Sect died, even two of the leaders of the Seven Meridians died, and the other elders and disciples suffered countless casualties, do you think the demons of the Demon Sect are just freeloaders?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, and the girl next to him frowned and whispered: "Grandpa, I just told people not to talk too much, why do you talk so much?"
The old man chuckled, and his face that was originally quite like a crane suddenly became a little proud, and he whispered: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have shown you my destiny a long time ago. Although I have been wandering all my life, But you will be lucky when you grow old, and you will grow old safely, and there will be someone to see you off, haha, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter!”
The young girl just took a sip of tea and almost choked on his words. She coughed twice and glared at the old man angrily. However, the old man was very proud and didn't take it to heart at all.
The old man and the young man are none other than the world-traveling fortune teller Yi Xian and his granddaughter Xiao Huan. Ten years have passed since the last battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain. Xiao Huan has also grown up and is beautiful and beautiful. , but still following Zhou Xian around the world.
At this time, Yi Xian seemed to be addicted. Regardless of the fact that it was his first meeting with others, he pulled up his stool and sat among the businessmen. He began to talk about the Qingyun Battle that year. Xiao Huan was angry next to him. But there is nothing that can be done.
Zhou Yixian is very eloquent. Besides, he can travel around the world with his mouth. His speech is lively and lifelike, which is far better than those young people just now. Even Boss He couldn't help but leave after a while. Come here, everyone gathers together, listening to Zhou Xian looking at the past, talking and laughing, looking back on the past...
"Ah!" After hearing the exciting and intense scene, the young people exclaimed at the same time. One of them couldn't help but asked: "Dad, were you there at the time and knew so carefully?"
Zhou Yixian was startled, then patted his clothes with his hand, shook his head and sighed: "I have never been willing to get involved in these fighting and killing matters, let the juniors of Qingyun Sect do it!"
Everyone was surprised and immediately felt in awe. Unexpectedly, there was a "pop" next to them, and it was Xiaohuan who spat out the sip of tea he had just drank and started coughing.
Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around and smiled. At this time, a young man next to him said: "Old man, what happened to the disciple named Zhang from Qingyun Sect? Did he really become a traitor to Qingyun Sect?"
Zhou Yixian frowned and was silent for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "I don't know about this. There was chaos in the venue that day. Zhang Xiaofan was finally taken away by people from the Demon Cult. Later, it was rumored that he had thrown himself into the Demon Lord Jiang Chen’s subordinates even helped Demon Lord Jiang Chen destroy the Incense Valley, and now he might be a big demon that makes people jealous!”
"Hey, big devil..." Suddenly, the mysterious man sitting in the corner trembled, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, but he never spoke, only showing his figure, Disappeared in darkness.
The wind and rain outside the house filled the sky and covered the ground, and it seemed to be a bit sadder...