Chapter Forty-Nine: The Old Man with a Fake Face

"The eyebrows are born, the eyes are blessed, the main luck of the Heavenly Pavilion, the heavenly court reflects the luck, the five senses are according to the five lucks, and the will of heaven can also be broken, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and the old decay is a little diagnosed——"

Isn't this the opening line of a fortune teller? Although it is a bit more technical.

Zheng Jin instinctively wanted to pout, but thinking of the top skills of the eight bigwigs before, he pressed the corners of his mouth, the real person doesn't show his face, maybe he is a half-immortal? Zheng Jin felt that his vision was too narrow before, and in the world of big guys, nothing is impossible.

In was an old man with fairy wind bones, with crane hair and childish eyes, a burlap robe on his body, and a blue tiger-striped gentry belt tied around his waist.

What a master of the world who is a fairy wind bone! Zheng Jin nodded silently, although this half-immortal looked younger, only forty or fifty years old, Zheng Jin speculated that he was at least too old. Ancient rare, look at the dragons and tigers of other people, old and strong, high-spirited, demeanor is really rare in the world!

Another big guy! Zheng Jin greeted the old man with a smile: "How do you call the Immortal Dao?" ”

"My name...... Know your fate. ”

"The seniors who know their fate are in good spirits, and the old ones are strong, and the younger generations admire them." Regardless of whether he knows his fate or not, let's talk about it first.

"Hmph." The old man stared narrowly, and smashed the bamboo branch in his hand to the ground, as if he did not accept her praise.

"I wonder what instructions my seniors have here?"

"I ...... I! I look at the notice outside the door, this is the fate of heaven, so I came in to take a look. The old man held the bamboo branch and poked it in Zheng Jin's face, Zheng Jin instinctively retreated, and the old man laughed, "I look at the children's noodle machine, and I know that you have a long-cherished wish, and I am willing to give me some advice." ”

"A long-cherished wish?" Zheng Jin frowned and thought about it, her long-cherished wish was to find her master, Zheng Jin nodded, "Please also ask Immortal Dao for advice." ”

"Looking for someone?"

"Yes." Zheng Jin blinked, could it be so godly?

Behind him, Ji Shuiwu stared at the old man and frowned, he turned his head to look at Chao Jingyang, just in time to see the surprised and inquiring gaze on Chao Jingyang's face.

Not their people? Where are the charlatans who cut in line and run in? Ji Shuiwu squinted at Zheng Jin and the two of them standing in the courtyard.

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed, I only want to point to you, the long road is not tight, and the people who are separated from the flowers are far away and the end of the world is near."

What do you mean? How long is the road? Nervous? Isn't it a lovesick phrase to be far away from the end of the world? It's all a mess. Zheng Jin really felt confused, could it be that she didn't understand the hint of the big guy?

She wanted to turn her head to see what Ji Shuiwu and Chao Jingyang meant, but she was swept away by the dust that the old man pulled out of nowhere, interrupting her movements.

"Stretch out your hand, and when I observe the palmistry, I will know that we will meet in the future."

Palmistry? The feeling of unreliability became stronger and stronger, and Zheng Jin slowly stretched out his hand.

"Wait!" Ji Shuiwu's voice came from behind him, followed by a gust of wind, Zheng Jin hurriedly withdrew his hand and dodged, and then looked at the place, where is there still the shadow of the old man? Only the dust fell to the ground.

"Look for death." Ji Shui turned his gaze to the roof on the east side, he had been paying attention to this person, and it was not until Zheng Jin stretched out his hand that he saw the corners of the old man's mouth curled, and he was sure that there was something wrong with this person. Now the "old man" was standing with his waist crossed and laughing, laughing so much that his white beard fell off. Dare to play with them, is it really for him to sit here?

Ji Shuiwu flew up, drew his sword with his backhand and swung it, the whole set of actions flowed smoothly, although the "old man" flashed very fast, and he couldn't resist the big guy's full pursuit, but in the time of a cup of tea, Ji Shuiwu took the collar of the "old man" and threw him on the bluestone floor tiles in the courtyard.

"Oh, that's rude." The voice of the "old man" was very crisp, male, and he didn't look very old, "Hey, I didn't expect that this time I actually took it off, and I was careless." He was not worried about his current situation at all, just lying on the ground and sighing to the sky, still with his legs crossed.

"I want to see you as you are." Ji Shuiwu slashed a sword to the top of the "old man's" head, the man didn't hide, and squinted at him, his white hair was scattered, revealing the long black hair underneath, Ji Shuiwu slashed at the neck of the "old man" with another sword, and the disfigured face of an old man's skin was peeled off, revealing the delicate and lovely face of a teenage boy underneath.

"It's just a kid with no skills." Ji Shui Wugui put his sword into the sheath, and he was about to slap him with a palm.

"Don't worry," Zheng Jin stopped, "I want to see his true face first." ”