"There seems to be something in you that can isolate the heavens, so that people cannot deduce their whereabouts, and they must not be lost. Wu Haoran slowly turned around and left after leaving these words.

If you go further, you will completely go out of the Ziyang Cave Heaven, and occasionally there are monks from the demon wilderness, and they are not good to the monks of Sanxian Ridge.

"Isolation deduction?" Zhuo Chuan did not hide his figure, like a spirit monkey shuttling through the mountains and fields under the moonlight, the speed was very fast, but the sound he made was very subtle.

He didn't know what Wu Haoran was talking about, there were a lot of strange things on his body, and what made him suspect the most was the green jade chessboard he was carrying behind him.

Even Su Ze couldn't tell what effect this thing had, he just felt that it was a rare secret treasure, and then snatched it from the hands of a few monks of the Flying Feather Sect.

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"Those people don't have any eyesight at all, they just think of them as ordinary spiritual creatures. ”

"Just as an ordinary spirit creature, then how could you be hunted down by their flying feather blood order?"

"Because I killed the illegitimate son of an elder of the Flying Feather Sect, that old guy wants revenge, but it's hard to talk about it, so I borrowed the secret treasure to play. ”

"How do you know what kind of Elder's bastard son he is?"

"When I was about to kill him, he begged for mercy. ”

“......”

This was the conversation between Zhuo Chuan and Su Ze at the beginning, and now this kid has slipped away from the Tianmen Altar, and the black cauldron has all fallen on him, and every time he thinks about it, it makes him hate it.

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The sky is vast, the long river stretches, and there are many plains and wilderness in Turing County. The Terran monks and the demon demons live in the same place, and they are relatively harmonious on weekdays, and they will not make a big deal because of the difference in race.

The county is vast, spanning nearly 10,000 miles, and after a few days have passed, Zhuo Chuan has traveled thousands of miles, far away from the ancient ruins.

Zhandu, located in the southwest of Turing County, is under the jurisdiction of the Flying Feather Sect, which is a continuous ancient city with a long history and prosperity.

Zhuo Chuan was speechless when he knew what place this was, the three transcendent forces in Turing County were on one side, and he didn't know the way, so he casually chose a direction to hurry, but he didn't expect to arrive in the area of the Flying Feather Sect.

Passing through the bustling area, he came to a relatively old and quiet rural area, where the buildings were dilapidated, mottled by time, and inhabited by ordinary people.

Zhuo Chuan took off the hat on his head and slowly walked into a small restaurant.

"There are very few monks passing by here, so I can finally have a good meal. "Along the way, Zhuo Chuan has also been recognized many times, and the blood order of the Flying Feather Sect has a very high reward for hunting and killing, and many monks want to earn it, which gives him a headache.

The situation of the ancient ruins is getting more and more intense, according to Wu Hao's words, now it is just the calm before the storm, and there will be chaos in the coming time, even Ziyang has no choice but to close the mountain, and the magnitude of the turmoil can be imagined.

Zhuo Chuan plans to leave Turing County in the next few days and go to Lingguang Mountain in Luoguang County to catch up with Moher.

"Shopkeeper, is the shopkeeper there...... Give me another jug of wine...... Hiccup......"

There were very few drinkers in the small restaurant, except for him, a man in a long coat next to him.

The man was dressed as a showman, and there was a fine iron long sword leaning on the table, looking young, but it gave people a feeling of seeing through the red dust and being at ease, which really did not match his age.

He sat there alone, with no food on the table, only a few empty flasks, pouring himself drinks.

This person is not a monk, Zhuo Chuan can't see any divine power fluctuations in him, and guesses that it should be a person who practices martial arts in the mundane.

"Huh...... Little brother, I see that you are kind and amiable, how about I calculate a hexagram for you?" Drunken Xiucai grabbed the wine jug and stumbled towards Zhuo Chuan.

Syllable!

He put the flask on the table and out of sight, reached out and grabbed a slice of beef from the plate and put it in his mouth.

Zhuo Chuan raised his eyebrows and shook his head, not wanting to have anything to do with this drunk man.

"You are a showman, and you are not a Taoist, do you know how to tell hexagrams?" He didn't have any obsessiveness or anything, and he grabbed the beef on the plate with his hands like a drunken showman and ate it.

Afterwards, Zhuo Chuan took the other party's wine jug and poured himself a glass of wine.

"It's not only Taoist priests who can count hexagrams, who doesn't admire my hexagram skills in this town, Xiaosheng, I saw that you and I had a fate to calculate for you, if you are an ordinary person, you can't beg me. ”

Xiucai sat opposite Zhuo Chuan, took out a few pieces of quaint tortoise shells from his arms, burped wine, and arranged them on the table one by one.

These tortoise shells are extraordinary, they are extremely old, and I don't know how long they have been inherited, which surprised Zhuo Chuan.

"I didn't expect you to be a showman who really knows arithmetic, if my judgment is correct, these hexagrams of yours are at least hundreds of years old. He smiled, thinking in his heart, this show should not be an ordinary person, and it may have a great background.

This is Zhuo Chuan's intuition, inexplicable, even if he repeatedly feels that Xiucai does not have mana fluctuations, but it still makes him suspicious.

"It's not just a hundred years, this is the black armor of the turtle handed down by the old man in the door, and it really goes back tens of thousands of years. Xiucai is quite ostentatious.

"I almost believed in your evil!" Zhuo Chuan scoffed.

Although he didn't know what the black armor of the turtle was, how could something that could be inherited for tens of thousands of years be mortal?

As a servant hexagram, he must have become a psychic treasure a long time ago, and the entire Xinghe Dynasty has never heard of anyone being able to have it.

Drunken Xiucai smiled and said, "Okay, this is something made by my master, and it was passed on to me after he left, and it has been kept to this day." ”

Zhuo Chuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at him when he heard this: "I thought there were hundreds of years, so it seems that it may not even be a hundred years?"

"The art of servant arithmetic does not lie in the longevity of the hexagram, but focuses on the attainments of the calculator. Xiucai rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a few pieces of tortoise shell in his hand, and muttered something.

"In this way, I usually charge ten taels of silver for someone else's hexagram, and I will give you a discount, eight taels is good. His eyes lit up and his face was full of smiles.

Zhuo Chuan immediately quit, he was a monk when he went out, and the mundane silver he brought with him was not much, and it cost eight taels to calculate a hexagram, why didn't he grab it?

He hurriedly waved his hand, wanting to blow away the abducted Xiucai.

"Eh, little brother, if I don't want to be outside, even if others give me a piece of heaven, I won't tell people hexagrams, today I see that you are destined to only accept eight taels of silver, this is ......"

"Roll on...... Master, I have nothing to do with you, and I have no money!" Zhuo Chuan rushed to the guests, the forest was big, and there were all kinds of birds, and the pit people were all pit on his head.

Drunken Xiucai sat in his seat and didn't get up, seeing Zhuo Chuan so resolute, he had to shake his head helplessly.

"In this case, I will do a fortune for you first, and I will not be allowed to leave immediately, but if I am already, you can help me pay for a table of wine. ”

Without waiting for Zhuo Chuan to refuse, Xiucai casually threw a few pieces of tortoise shell, made a noise, and scattered them indiscriminately on the wine table.

He stared at the tortoise shell decently, sometimes delighted, sometimes frowning and thinking, sometimes suddenly, all kinds of expressions changed, and those who didn't know thought he was a fool.

"You just throw it away and it's a fortune teller?" Zhuo Chuan raised his eyebrows, his face weird.

"The so-called road is simple, clever and clumsy, and the heavenly machine seen in the most simple way is the closest to the truth. Xiucai explained, but in Zhuo Chuan's ears, it was only regarded as nonsense, and not a single spitting star believed it.

"Then what did you see?"

"Little brother, judging from this image, you are afraid of a catastrophe in the near future!"

"Roll the calf......"

Zhuo Chuan drove people away on the spot, threw the tortoise shell on the table back into Xiucai's arms, and almost kicked him off his seat.

What kind of fart catastrophe, he is still blackened and his limbs are weak, isn't this just the words of the Jianghu god stick?

"Your hexagram is very vague, as if something is interfering with it, and it is difficult to see it with my servant arithmetic. Xiucai explained, arguing vigorously.

These words made Zhuo Chuan stunned for a moment, and when he left Ziyang, Wu Haoran told him that he seemed to have some secret treasure on his body that could be isolated from deduction.

"Who believes you, you open it for me, where did you come from, and where did you go? ”

The shouting of the two made the shopkeeper Xiao Er can't help but look at it, and find that it was Xiucai who smiled invariably after telling people hexagrams, thinking that this is often encountered.

After driving the magic stick away, Zhuo Chuan ate a few bites of food and left the restaurant.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to glare at Na Xiucai, and pretended to be vicious: "You Jianghu warlock, you still want to cheat me out of drinking money, if you weren't for the fact that you are an ordinary person, you would have beaten you up a long time ago." ”

Zhuo Chuan left and shook his head, he is now a cultivator, and in the eyes of mortals, he is a master of the immortal family, how can he be as knowledgeable as a showman.

Long after he left, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er dared to laugh, looked at the drunk Xiucai and said: "Xiucai, this young man is not an ordinary person at first glance, most of them are monks, you dare to coax this?"

"I have never been deceived, and every hexagram of Xiaosheng has never been mistaken. ”

"Yes, yes, but this time you can't take credit anymore. The shopkeeper laughed.

"This young man is very extraordinary, my hexagram can't be seen through, and he gives me a strange feeling, obviously one person, but it seems to be two people......" Xiucai poured a glass of wine into his mouth and muttered to himself.

"That's right...... He's a half-man!"

"Xiucai, you're drunk and talking nonsense, don't try to run away from drinking money in this way. ”

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The history of Zhandu is very long, and it is said that it has existed here during the reign of the Night Emperor, and has experienced countless years of washing, and the time has been mottled and baptized, and now it has become such a continuous ancient city.

Within the scope of Zhanzhou, there is a magnificent scenic spot - Liancheng Ancient Tomb.

It is rumored that in the distant period, Jiang Liancheng, a general under the command of the Night Emperor, was buried after his death.

In normal times, the entrance of the ancient tomb is not visible, hidden in the void, even the ancestors in the Flying Feather Sect cannot be found, and all kinds of means cannot be explored.

But whenever the ancient ruins are revived, the entrance to the ancient tomb of Liancheng will always open somewhere in the capital of Zhan, facing all the creatures of the Xinghe Dynasty.

However, after many years, there is no inheritance, divine soldiers, etc. in the ancient tomb of Liancheng, and it has long been taken away, and now there is only a large tomb and a Jedi that no one dares to set foot on.

But even so, every time the entrance to the tomb was opened, countless monks flocked to it, most of whom were from the younger generation.

Because, the aura of heaven and earth in the ancient tomb world is extremely rich, and there is a kind of blue spiritual spring flowing there all the year round, which can nourish the life acupoint, which is comparable to a divine treasure for the monks of the life acupoint realm and the peak of the heavenly foot.

It's a pity that the blue spiritual spring can't be brought out of the Liancheng Ancient Tomb World, otherwise it will turn into mist and collapse as soon as possible, and even those Dao forces can't stop it even if they think of all kinds of means.

After Zhuo Chuan heard this, he walked all the way to the entrance of the current Liancheng Ancient Tomb.

His current cultivation is at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Foot realm, and he can step into the life point with one step, which requires an opportunity.

Although he is still suppressing cultivation and comprehending the Divine Realm, there is such a divine object as the Ancient Tomb Spirit Spring, and he can't miss anything.

"I have already stood in front of the threshold of the Tianzu Divine Realm, I guess it won't take long to set foot in it, and then I will use the spiritual spring to advance to the life acupoint......"

The revival of ancient ruins did not happen overnight, and the opening of the ancient tombs of Liancheng did not happen overnight.

Judging by what is happening in the depths of the ruins today, the turmoil will not subside for three or two years.

Zhuo Chuan didn't have to worry about the urgency of time, just in the ancient tomb, he was safe and secure in the ancient tomb to comprehend the supernatural powers and break through the realm.

The water blue spiritual spring only has a miraculous effect on the life point, and I heard that there is a ban in the ancient tomb, and no power beyond the life point realm is allowed, so under normal circumstances, monks who exceed this realm will not run into it if they have nothing to do.

Except, of course, the protectors of the children of the world!