"Nothing is more than three. Young man, if you walk away from me today, starting with you, I dare to assert that after three generations, your "Guo" family will be sacrificed by the Great Song Dynasty Imperial Court, and use the festival of your family's bloodline to guard the mountains and rivers for the Great Song Dynasty, and then continue the national fortune of Jiazi!

As for your home...... Hey, hey, hey, in the sky and on the ground, it is estimated that there will be no trace of it anymore. You are alone now, but the lives of your children and grandchildren will be in your hands! You've got to think about it......"

The wind and snow seem to be getting stronger and stronger, and the voices of all kinds of people in this town are gradually fading away.

It's freezing cold, and ordinary people won't come out to buy anything at all, and naturally not many people are willing to set up stalls.

But Guo Xiaotian didn't know how long he had been sitting on this street, and more than half an inch of snow had gradually accumulated on his clothes.

The countless howls of the wind and the sound of snow rubbing against the earth's objects in the wind seemed to cover the human voice, and also all the colors in the vast world.

At this moment, the world is so quiet, although there is still sound, but for people, this is silence!

Although there was a lot of chill on Guo Xiaotian's body, it was far less than the coldness that permeated his heart at this moment.

Is what this fortune teller said true?

Guo Xiaotian was not sure.

But does what he says have to be false?

Guo Xiaotian didn't dare to deny it!

But if what this fortune teller said is really not wrong, then maybe his "Guo" surname is really the biggest original sin of the Great Song Dynasty!

"What the hell is going on?!" Guo Xiaotian's rough face was covered with scars blown out by the wind and snow. But he didn't have the heart to care about this anymore, and his heart was extremely bitter, which was originally a good thing.

I just went up to the mountains to hunt and provide for my own five internal organs temple, why did I suddenly become like this after meeting this fortune teller?

It doesn't matter if he dies in the future, anyway, he is alone, he is full of food, and the whole family is not hungry.

But if what this old way said is really right, then the descendants of one's own bloodline will be born and gone, and even only after one, two, and three generations, there will be no trace after the descendants are cut off.

How could he be willing!

Ants still have the intention of stealing life, let alone such a big person?

As for offering sons and daughters to the imperial court of the Great Song Dynasty, contributing to the family......

Hehehe, Yue Wumu's Storm Pavilion where he was killed on trumped-up charges hasn't collapsed yet!

He also sacrificed his daughter for this Great Song Dynasty, and then what?

He died, his whole family was dozens of people, and who of the six children survived?

In the end, there was not even a corpse to collect, and not only that, but in the legend, Yue Wumu didn't even have a corpse!

Lamentable! Alas!

Pity! Hateful!

It seemed that it had been a long time before he slowly stood up from the snow with the steel fork in his hand.

The next moment, she bowed deeply to the deep and terrifying old man in front of her, and every time she spoke, she had an indescribable horror aura: "Please also ask Mr. to save me." ”

"Well said...... Say. Until this moment, the face of this old fortune teller seems to be hidden in an unpleasant corner.

Dark and formless.

Just looking at Guo Xiaotian's body made him instinctive, in addition to the subtle rejection, he also had an indescribable sense of horror in his heart, and then slowly breeded.

It's like...... It's as if this old man can turn into an indescribable monster at any time and devour himself in front of him!

I don't know how long it has been, but the old man slowly reined in the terrifying aura on his body.

"In fact, it is not difficult to break the curse of this Great Song Dragon Vein.

In the past, your ancestor Guo Rong had a great opportunity, one hand of the Emperor Wa supreme mastery of the "Hun Tian Baojian", one hand of the Buddha's divine skill "Rulai Shen Zhang", the treasure and the Buddha's palm came out together, it is really difficult to find an opponent in the world.

Even Zhao Kuangyin, who was the son of Zhou Wutian's peerless "Innate Qiankun Gong", and Li Yu, who cultivated the "Qinglian Sword Song" as a sword immortal in the world, could only bow his head obediently and did not dare to resist. Those two sets of martial arts, as long as you learn one set, the so-called dragon vein curse will naturally disintegrate and disintegrate......"

"Uh..." Guo Xiaotian's eyes widened, and he looked at the fortune teller who was talking to him with a blank face, "Old man, what are these martial arts you are talking about." Although I, Guo Xiaotian, am a ninth-rate person in the rivers and lakes, I have heard of the martial arts mastery with names and surnames in the rivers and lakes. What is the "Divine Palm", what is the "Heavenly Treasure", what is the "Innate Qiankun Gong...... This kind of martial arts, if it were like what the old man said, it is estimated that it should have spread all over the rivers and lakes a long time ago...... Isn't this a myth? ”

In fact, what Guo Xiaotian wanted to say in his heart was "You Lao Mo is not crazy".

It's good that this old man was stunned for a moment before, and he didn't dare to say this sentence.

According to the group of storytellers in the wine shop, the group of top masters in this river and lake can at most smash a one-person-high stone with one punch and smash a giant tree with an isosceles thickness with one palm.

Being able to jump three feet high and walk on the snow without a trace is already the most amazing light skill in the world.

Just imagine that in such a group of "masters", suddenly there is a "warrior" like this fortune teller said, a palm of the Buddha erodes dozens of miles into powder, tampering with the heavenly phenomena at every turn, and can cross the air at will, and the flight is extinct......

You tell him, how should this martial arts be played?

I am an ordinary martial artist, and I have only learned a little bit of crop style so far, and I can be considered a ninth-rate, is this worth fighting with a cultivator?

Moreover, the implementation of the mastery in the martial arts, is really as powerful as the old man said, how could the Lijin Kingdom cross the Yellow River in the past, causing the shame of Jingkang?

"The shaft is like a summer worm, and the ice is spoken! Can something you don't know just don't exist? This thing that Wulin doesn't know, can this be regarded as non-existent? In the past, the king of Song won the world, lest someone also learn from his Chen Qiao mutiny, and the yellow robe was added, and since then he has set the national policy of suppressing martial arts and learning literature.

In the past hundreds of years, the vast martial arts have long been secretly cleansed.

If you think about it carefully, you will be able to know that in this long river and lake, how many sects and martial arts can be passed down from the Tang Dynasty?

I originally thought that you were a descendant of the surname "Guo", and you should have left information about those two gods and demons martial arts, but who would have thought that this would be the case. ”

The old man sneered a few times: "That's it." I also have a set of martial arts here, if you learn it, you will also have a chance to break free from the shackles of the Great Song Dragon Vein. Do you learn or not? ”

"Aha? And such a good thing? ”

A ninth-rate martial artist, it's good to have a set of kung fu research, and he still thinks about what to pick and choose.

Guo Xiaotian was overjoyed in his heart, and he knelt on the ground again without thinking about it, "Please also ask your seniors to pass on your skills." ”

"Cultivating that divine skill, don't you regret it?" The old man's words flickered, as if something he had deliberately hidden.

"No regrets. I swear! Guo Xiaotian's heart was in turmoil, and he hurriedly lay down in the snow and swore by swearing.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Whew... You're going to regret it, you're going to regret it. ”

The old man, who seemed to be hiding in the shadows forever and never being able to see his face clearly, became louder and louder, as if he was whispering in his ear.

When Guo Xiaotian raised his head again, where was the figure of the nameless old man in this long snowstorm?

From afar, there was a dead silence and pale on all sides, but there were no footprints of anyone other than himself!

People?

What the hell?

Guo Xiaotian was undecided in his heart, and he didn't know whether what he saw was a human or a ghost.

But at this moment, he saw a book lying quietly on the snow in front of him.

"This is..."

The cover of the book is an old gray color, like a manuscript copied from a certain Taoist scripture. If you look closely, even the pages of the book are falling apart, and you can only tie them up slightly with a thin string.

Guo Xiaotian looked at this book quietly, as if there was nothing as if there was a throbbing from the heart, awakening from the bottom of his heart.

The feeling was so clear, a little mysterious, like a call, a response, a resonance, calling for him to pick himself up from the snow.

So Guo Xiaotian obeyed his will.

He touched the cover of the book with his hand, and more sensations were born from the feel.

"This cover doesn't look like paper..."Guo Xiaotian, who is a hunter, instantly seemed to touch a familiar touch.

It was a leather, so delicate and disgustingly cold that it was not the skin of any beast he had ever peeled. This kind of touch was somewhat familiar to him, but it was extremely unfamiliar, and no matter what he thought, he couldn't remember when he had come into contact with such a cortex.

However, when he looked closely, the book seemed to have turned to the texture of paper again.

The texture of the skin in his hand also disappeared, without a trace, as if the previous touch was just an illusion.

The cover of the book is neither the title nor the author's name, but a slippery cover.

He opened the book and wanted to take a serious look at the content of this martial arts book to see if it was really like what the old fortune teller said, the kind of martial arts like gods and demons.

However...... He knew that he saw a kind of trance.

He felt as if he hadn't read the words clearly, but he had a sense of fulfillment that he had already read the book, and the details were so complex that his brain felt like it was burning

"What do you see?"

However, Guo Xiaotian's brain had begun to swell, and even made him feel dizzy and nauseous, and he wanted to open his mouth to vomit blood, but it seemed like something was about to pop out of his brain.

"Ahh......h What did I see, what did I see...... When I think about it, I want to think of it. Oooooooo......oo I remember. I saw it."

"Those who look up to the Tao, such as those who are immersed in the Tao, know the things they know, and they don't know the way...... It is not the man who is diligent in seeking knowledge, but the knower who is diligent in seeking others...... Those who know it do not seek others, but they go out and chase people away...... Like an eagle and a dog chasing a rabbit. ”

An instinctive self-protective force that had made his hands close before he could wake up.

"Smack." The book was closed