"I said Lord Yang, Lao Dao has been looking for you for a long time, and finally caught you, should we find a quiet place to talk?" The old man was not in a hurry, and continued to drink the bowl of wine. Yang Fan is not afraid of the old man's poisoning, he is afraid that the unscrupulous little second bowl will not be clean, and when someone drinks the wine here, it will be funny if he is angry with his feet.

But he couldn't laugh now, sat on the side, and said, "It's good here, if the seniors have anything to say, just say it." Yang Fan was worried that this inexplicable fortune operator had already let him "die" once, in case the old man had a strong temper and let him really die, it would not be a joke.

Bu Lao Dao is unkempt, and he really looks no different from a flower child. It is also difficult for the shopkeeper to let this kind of person into the store. He smiled and said, "The lord is witty and cautious, what?" Afraid of revenge? Hum. If Lao Dao really slaughtered you, a brat who spoke wildly and deceived him, the night of the night assassination in Dengzhou City would be enough for you to die ten times. ”

"Senpai was there that night?"

The old man crossed Erlang's legs and sneered: "If it weren't for the old way to deter those three Dongying ninjas, do you think that your little bodyguard of the brocade guard can maneuver around and wait until Chen Wangting comes over?" ”

"And the Toei ninja?" Yang Fan was completely messy. What era is this? Wait, he turned his head and asked, "Will they be invisible?" ”

"Hmm, you've met? No, if you did, you should be dead. The old man touched his beard and replied earnestly. Hearing this answer, Yang Fan felt dizzy. Now. He would rather believe that this crazy old man was making it up. But if it's really nonsense, it can't be said so calmly.

If there is really such an awesome ability, then this Jianghu. It's a little unfathomable. Seeing Yang Fan's suspicious eyes, Bu Laodao sneered: "Don't believe it. The three Dongying ninjas that night were all at the level of the acquired realm, and you people were like local chickens and dogs. ”

Yang Fan secretly slandered to himself, is there really a master of martial arts? He asked weakly, "Really?" The old man curled his beard and sneered: "Do you have silver flowers to lie to you?" ”

Yang Fan wittily took out two "little yellow fish" from his arms and handed them to Lao Dao. Bu Laodao weighed it a few times. Sneered: "What? Sent to Hanako? Back then, Jiajing Ye invited Lao Dao Xiyuan to lecture on the Fa, and the bounty was a thousand taels, but he couldn't move. How? Just want to send me away? ”

In the face of such a rogue Taoist. Yang Fan was a little helpless. After all, it's your own fault, and you're talking about what a name, but now it's okay, the real person is back...... Wait a minute. Jiajingye? He looked at this old man with some disbelief: "Who are you talking about...... Who asked you to teach the Fa? ”

"Lord Jiajing. How. Unbelief? ”

"I want to ask, have you seen Mr. Su Qingsu before?" When I learned from Su Qing's mouth, I really knew that there was such a divination operator, but I didn't expect the world to be like this, and I actually met it in Dengzhou.

"Mai Su Qing?" Lao Dao became nervous, grabbed Yang Fan's neck, lowered his head with a chattering expression, and asked sternly: "Don't tell Lao Dao, you have been accepted as an apprentice by him!" Yang Fan was almost smoked to death by Bu Laodao's armpits. Hurriedly broke free and said, "No, no." ”

Bu Laodao was relieved. Yang Fan was released.

"Shhhh Yang Fan moved his right shoulder, feeling that he still hadn't recovered to a state of healing, and the wound was faintly painful when he was pressed by the old way. Lao Dao raised his eyelids and stretched his fingers over.

Yang Fan hurriedly dodged, for fear that this capable old man would play with him again. "The seniors have something to say, something to say. Asking for money, right? Asking for money and waiting for the Jingshi to arrive, a qiē is easy to say. ”

Bu Lao Dao rolled his eyes and said, "Lao Dao is rare for your little silver flower?" The finger had been swiftly pressed on Yang Fan's right shoulder. Yang Fan felt a hint of coolness and slowly walked over his shoulder. He glanced at his right shoulder with his peripheral vision, but fortunately, the finger didn't shine, otherwise he really had the feeling of a dog in the sun.

Lao Dao withdrew his finger and muttered, "Fortunately, the muscles and veins are not damaged." Yang Fan asked suspiciously: "During the Jiajing period, I think my predecessors are still ninety years old, and they look really young." Lao Dao snorted coldly, saw that there was no one around, and said with a smile: "Su Qing is one hundred and three, and the old man is one hundred and two." ”

Yang Fan was bluffed, the two of them added up to two hundred and five, isn't this an old zombie? Even if you really have that long life, shouldn't you be the one who lies upright in bed and waits for her breath? Why are you still so alive and kicking, it's not scientific.

Bu Laodao seemed to see the disbelief on Yang Fan's face, so he twisted his beard and sneered: "Don't believe it, right? In fact, Lao Dao himself doesn't believe it. I want to sit and talk with the senior brothers in Qingyang Palace back then, but now the years have passed, and most of them have turned into a handful of loess, and only Lao Dao is still living in this world, which is really unforgiving. ”

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. This old man's strength just now is like a young man, and he is still unforgiving. Does this seem like the strength of a 120-year-old man?

Lao Dao sighed for a long time, came back to his senses, and asked, "Why did you mention Mai Su Qing just now?" ”

"Mr. Su and I spent some time in Jingshi. Merely...... He's gone" Bu Lao Dao's hanging foot was put down, and his expression was a little strict, but he was immediately relieved, and said sarcastically: "It's all one hundred and thirteen, and the scattered work is almost gone." It's a miracle that they are dressed in sackcloth and live to be over 100 years old. ”

Yang Fan was a little speechless, what is this called, that is, in the twenty-first century, those who can live past a hundred years old will also have a high lifespan, not to mention an ancient society where most of them are hung up at the age of fifty or sixty. However, in Bu Laodao's mouth, it sounds like what is the so-called congenital as if it is a long life.

The old man called for another bowl of wine, but this time he didn't drink it, but put it on the opposite side of the table, and murmured: "A lifetime of iron-clad judgment, fixing people's luck, changing people's future, this kind of thing has been done too much, can you not lose your life." ”

"Is there such a spell?"

Bu Laodao squinted his eyes and said, "What, do you want to learn?" Too bad I won't. Lao Dao was very frank, and then a god muttered: "The Mai faction, since the late Yuan Dynasty Huang Daozi's congenital congenital consummation, he Mai Su Qing was able to make a little achievement in the congenital realm. I still can't resist the cycle of life and death. What's the use of determining luck, after all, you can't control your own fate. ”

"Could it be that cultivation can really escape the cycle of life and death?" Yang Fan asked. If Bu Laodao said yes, then Yang Fan was immediately ready to kneel down and apprentice.

Bu Laodao looked at Yang Fan's eager eyes and said with a smile: "How about I tell you a story first?" ”

Without waiting for Yang Fan to agree, Bu Laodao began to tell the story. (To be continued......)