Luo Ning was naturally not stupid enough to think that he had slashed Februaryhua's clothes with a sword.

His current realm strength is indeed unworthy.

Februaryhua might only need a pinky finger to kill him.

So where did all this gunfire go?

Why did he stop?

Luo Ning was puzzled, Li Fengliang was puzzled, and all the cultivators who were hiding in the shadows and observing this battle were puzzled.

There was no more wind in the sky.

The autumn rain fell again.

It's as if nothing happened.

On the streets of Long Street, there were footsteps.

A cloth shoe stepped over the rain on the ground, and then stepped out in all directions.

February's red eyes fell there.

He held the bag in his left hand, pondered for a moment, and then loaded the gun into the bag.

Then he put the gun back on his back.

Silence returned to the long street, and Luo Ning stood there, still holding the movement of a sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then withdrew his sword.

for he also heard the sound of his footsteps.

Over there came a man.

Because he appeared, the gunfire in the sky was all gone.

Because he didn't like the wind, it stopped.

Li Fengliang looked at that person, with a little surprise in his eyes, and a little doubt.

"Old gentleman?"

Luo Ning turned his head and saw the man.

It was a fortune teller, and he was holding a banner with traces of rain on it.

He wore a very plain cloth shoe at his feet.

As if the mud on the ground couldn't stain the shoes.

No one knows where he came from or where he's going.

He had a faint, extremely kind smile on his face, and then his steps were just so kind and beautiful,

The fortune teller looked at the February flower and asked calmly, "Do you count a hexagram?"

......

The air was quiet.

Then February's face didn't change, but Luo Ning felt his emotions.

He seemed a little scared.

He didn't know what the fortune teller meant by the phrase "is a hexagram", but what he could know was that he wouldn't die.

From south to north, the sound echoed through the long street.

Is it a hexagram?

Those loose cultivators who were hiding in the shadows and peeking heard these voices and vomited blood one after another.

They had never met the fortune teller and didn't know who he was, but what they could know was that they should be gone.

So there was some movement in the alleys and houses on both sides of the long street.

Like birds flying out of the forest, after a while, they all disappeared.

Februaryhua looked at the fortune teller calmly, and then said very seriously, "No. ”

The fortune teller smiled and said, "Don't do without money." ”

Februaryhua said calmly, "I won't give you money." ”

He looked at the fortune teller, looked up at a cloud in the sky, and reached out to catch a few drops of falling rain.

He said calmly, "You old thing isn't dead yet?"

The fortune teller looked at him with a smile, "You will have a breath in three days." ”

Februaryhua looked at Luo Ning again, "You won't let me kill him?"

The fortune teller said calmly, "He is the son of prophecy." ”

Februaryhua's voice suddenly rose up, "You and the Great Priest of the Celestial Empire are all confused, what kind of prophecy is there? This is all made up by you to deceive yourself." ”

The fortune teller said quietly, "That's what the hexagram says, so you can't kill him today." ”

Februaryhua looked at Li Fengliang, "What about him? He is also the son of prophecy?"

The fortune teller shook his head, "You can't kill him." ”

"Why?"

"Because I won't!"

......

There was silence in the air, and then Februaryflower took a step back, his feet on the rain, and then a splash.

He asked seriously, "You've been here all along?"

The fortune teller said, "At least for the time being." ”

Februaryhua said, "There will always be a time when he is away. ”

The fortune teller replied, "Yes." ”

Februaryhua stared at him for a moment, and then finally a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"Then I'll go first, and I'll be back when you're away. ”

......

The fortune teller held the banner in his hand, said something in his mouth, and then turned his head to look at Li Fengliang.

Luo Ning stood in the rain.

He turned back again, only to find that there was no one in February's place.

Luo Ning looked up again, and the rain from the sky fell to the ground and sank into the soil.

The fortune teller turned his head to look at Li Fengliang and said, "I said you have a general's life." ”

Li Fengliang stood up and replied calmly, "Serve the country." ”

The fortune teller asked again, "Do you want to know who I am and why I am helping you?" ”

Li Fengliang thought of his mother's advice and asked him not to get too involved in the affairs of the cultivation world.

He shook his head and said, "No. ”

"Why?"

"Mother let it. ”

"Your mother seems to be very insightful. ”

"My mother just read more books and knew more. ”

The fortune teller smiled slightly, then looked at the sword on the ground that was shattered into pieces, and said with a smile, "You should have a good sword." ”

Li Fengliang replied lightly, "This sword is enough to kill the barbarians." ”

......

Then the fortune teller looked at Luo Ning.

"Is it a hexagram?"

Luo Ning held the Lechuan Sword and looked at this person who had retreated even because of February's appearance, and didn't know what to think.

He lowered his sword and bowed.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

The fortune teller still said the same thing, "Do you count a hexagram?"

Luo Ning didn't understand what this meant, he pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "No. ”

"Why?"

Luo Ning replied, "Because I don't believe in fate." ”

The fortune teller smiled suddenly, "You remind me of an old man, although all these years have passed, I still remember it vividly." ”

Luo Ning said, "There are many similar people in the world. ”

The fortune teller said, "But there are very few people who do not believe in fate." ”

Luo Ning suddenly asked, "Then do you believe in fate?"

The fortune teller smiled again, "The so-called fortune telling is to tell the destiny of heaven, peeking into the way of heaven, if I don't believe in fate, I won't tell fortunes." ”

Luo Ning straightened up and began to pick up his scabbard and rucksack from the ground, and then carried it on his back.

The fortune teller suddenly said, "Luo Ning, you really impress me. ”

Luo Ning raised his head suddenly, his eyes were surprised, "Do you know my name?"

The banner in his hand suddenly swayed up and down because of a sudden thief wind.

Luo Ning looked into his eyes, quietly waiting for his answer.

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I gave your name, why don't I know?"

......

Luo Ning's hand holding the bag suddenly stopped in mid-air.

One or two drops of rain fell on the back of his hand and dripped down.

It was absolutely quiet.

......