In the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a fang market, called Yongxingfang, which gathers all kinds of people, and there are three religions and nine streams, which is very lively. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a corner of Yongxingfang, a group of people were around.

A table was set up in the middle of the crowd, and an old man with a crown on his head, a long robe, three locks of long beard, and a ruddy face leaned back in a chair.

The old man pressed the waking wood on the table with his left hand, shook a paper fan with his right hand, pointed to the country, and said something like a river, and everyone around listened to it as if they were fascinated and fascinated.

Looking at this dress, with the awakening wood on the table and the folding fan in his hand, he knows that this person is a storyteller, wandering among the people, specializing in telling some strange and strange things, demon legends.

The stories told by the storyteller are strange and magnificent, and they are very attractive to most mortals.

"That battle was fought in the dark, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the earth was full of corpses, bleeding and drifting, extremely tragic!"

The old man waved the paper fan and said loudly: "This Terran powerhouse takes a step and makes the void tremble, shouts loudly, can roar down the stars, turns his hands into clouds, covers his hands into rain, although that divine dragon is powerful, has the power to overturn rivers and seas, and swallow the sun and moon, but it is still invincible to this person." ”

The people around listened intently.

"A big battle lasted for two days and two nights, and the divine dragon was finally beheaded by this person's sword! Countless blood burst out of the divine dragon's body, and many creatures couldn't dodge, and were splashed by this blood, and their bodies couldn't withstand the power of the dragon's blood, and they exploded and died......

Many people secretly exclaimed.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the old man was very proud, gently shaking the folding fan, twisting his long beard, and smiling.

"Hehe......"

At that moment, there was a sneer from outside the crowd.

"It's ridiculous that these ethereal things are just fooling mortals. After two days and two nights of fighting, who has such strong physical strength? Even the divine dragon was pulled out, as if you had seen it!"

The person who spoke was a foundation-building monk.

This person happened to pass by here, paused and listened for a while, and couldn't help sneering.

In fact, true cultivators don't bother to listen to these things, and they can easily distinguish between the true and the false.

When the old man saw that he was being pierced, he couldn't help but blush, as if he was annoyed and angry, and asked rhetorically, "How do you know that I haven't seen it?"

"Oh?"

The foundation building monk squinted at the old man and sneered: "You don't have any aura in your body, you are not a cultivator of my path, I would like to ask you, where did you see the divine dragon, huh?"

Using voyeurism, it can be easily detected that this old man is just the most ordinary mortal.

As soon as the old man heard that the other party was a cultivator, he suddenly weakened his momentum, his eyes dodged, he retracted his neck, and muttered in a low voice: "Anyway, I've seen it." ”

The foundation monk pursed his lips and left with a sneer.

Not far away, a man in a gray robe, slightly chubby, white-faced, and carrying a folding fan in his hand, was walking towards this side.

"Storyteller, you keep talking!"

Someone couldn't wait, urging on the side.

The old man's eyes swept and when he saw someone coming, the awakening wood in his hand suddenly fell, and there was a crackle, crisp and loud.

"If you want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown!"

The old man put Xingmu into his arms, put away the paper fan, and waved his hand: "Let's disperse, I'll talk about it another day." ”

"Cut!"

There was a burst of boos from the crowd.

Seeing that the old man got up and left, everyone stopped staying here and dispersed.

The old man burrowed into the crowd and disappeared in three steps and two steps.

In a no-man's corner, the old man met with a grey-robed monk.

"Old man, failed, didn't succeed. ”

The gray-robed monk had a gloomy face, it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the primeval ruins.

The old man twisted three strands of long beard, looked unfathomable, and said with a smile: "I expected it a long time ago. ”

"Boom!"

When Lin Xuanji heard this, he immediately jumped up in anger and said, "You old man is so ruthless, you have already deduced the show, and you let me go to that place?

"You know what?"

The old man was dark and calm, and said: "The hexagram I deduced shows that your trip is thrilling and dangerous, although it is doomed to failure, but it is worth it!"

"Yes...... "Lin Xuanji asked with grinding his teeth.

"That's nature, my hexagram can't be wrong. "The old man is very confident.

Lin Xuanji couldn't hold back any longer, and said loudly: "I didn't even catch the shit, so I ate a little egg juice, and it was still a dog that ate the leftovers!"

"What egg juice, what dog?" the old man was sprayed with saliva, a little blind.

Lin Xuanji told the story of what happened in the dragon's lair of the ancient ruins, one by one.

"You ate the dragon egg, you're crazy!" the old man trembled angrily, raised his palm, and slammed it towards Lin Xuanji's big face.

"Eh, don't fight, don't fight...... It's not me, it's that Su Zimo, and there's a dog......"

Lin Xuanji kept dodging, but to no avail, with a snap, there was a red five-finger print on the left side of his face.

"Old man, I also used the little shifter. ”

"Smack!"

The old man didn't say a word, and went up and slapped him again.

On Lin Xuanji's right cheek, a five-finger mark also quickly appeared, and it couldn't be faded.

The old man twisted his beard and frowned: "This doesn't make sense, the hexagram will not be wrong, you should be worthwhile." Don't...... What the hexagram refers to, fell on that Su Zimo's body?"

"By the way, old man, this man is a bit of a doorman, and I can't guess his origin and luck. Lin Xuanji said.

"And that kind of thing?"

The old man's eyebrows emitted a faint fluctuation, which instantly enveloped the entire royal city, and soon, he found Su Zimo in a restaurant.

The old man's eyes were filled with a little softness, which quickly dispersed and turned into a gray mist.

The old man spread out his palms and deduced.

As time passed, the old man's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, his expression became more solemn, and his face became more and more pale.

With the cultivation of the old man as the realm, he deduced a foundation building monk, and it could be completed almost in the blink of an eye.

But now, an hour has passed.

Lin Xuanji held his breath and waited quietly, for fear of disturbing the old man.

After another half an hour, the old man trembled, snorted, and the softness in his eyes dissipated, and there were bloodshots, terrifying!

"How are you, old man?"

Lin Xuanji knew that this situation was the result of forcible deduction.

Some people have special personalities, if they are forcibly deduced and do not stop in time, it is normal for them to be blind, and in serious cases, there may even be bad luck!

"It doesn't matter. ”

The old man waved his hand, let out a long breath, and pondered: "This son's life is ordinary, and there is nothing surprising about it, but there is a master who changed his life against the sky, which made his life change greatly, and I can't deduce it." ”

"Huh?" Lin Xuanji's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief, "Change your life against the sky?"

He knows best the weight of the four words of changing his life against the sky, and even the old man in front of him can't do it!

"Huh?"

At this moment, the old man's expression changed, and his eyes were full of brilliance! )