Jian Wuya's life experience can't even remember himself, he only vaguely remembers that he was originally born in a wealthy family, and then was destroyed for some reason. And he was escorted by a martial artist in his family to flee all the way, and in the end, the martial artist was also killed by the enemy, and he was accidentally encountered by the second master Jian Qiuyuan who was passing by, so he brought himself back to the Imperial Sword Star Sect to raise.

That year, Jian Wuya was only four years old, so until now, he didn't even know who his parents were, he only remembered his milk name, Shuang'er.

Or, this is the first catastrophe...

Later, he grew up in the Imperial Sword Star Sect and became the second disciple of the Imperial Sword Star Sect, and since then he has embarked on the road of martial arts. However, in the case of Qianyuntu last year, the Imperial Sword Star Sect was almost wiped out by the bloodbath of the evil clan led by Youmingjun, and the second master, Jian Qiuyuan, was also unfortunately robbed, but he happened to become a closed disciple of Heng Cangyu, a powerhouse in the Annihilation Period!

Could it be that this is the second calamity?

"You stinky old man is talking nonsense, how can this be counted on the head of Wuyan?"

A close friend for many years, Sima Xu saw Jian Wuya's face, and knew what Jian Wuya remembered, and suddenly a nameless anger ignited in his heart, pointing at the nose of the fortune teller and scolding: "You old liar, you won't even say good things after receiving money, see that Young Master Ben won't lift your stall today!"

Sima Xu said that he was about to start a stall, but was stopped by Jian Wuya.

The old man didn't have any opinion on Sima Xu's rude behavior, but Jian Wuya's face was gloomy, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he comforted him: "Young man, you need to know that the departure of your relatives is not caused by you, this is the will of heaven." Only by continuing to move forward can we live up to the expectations of those who have departed!"

"Sir, is there a way to change your life?"

Although Jian Wuya has never believed in the theory of fate, but today this old gentleman said everything, he has to believe it!

"Ahh

The old man glanced at the endless starry sky above his head, and said a little helplessly: "The way of heaven is ethereal, how much can the old man, a mortal who has read a few photo books, peep into the providence of heaven? ”

The fortune-telling old man accepted the two ingots of silver from Jian Wuyan, "The old man can only send the young man four words, let it be."

Naturally, it was the same as when I first consulted my husband that day, and his advice to himself.

After Jian Wuya returned to Yunfan Courtyard, he kept thinking about what the fortune teller said to himself, and suddenly remembered one of the details, the old man said the word Heavenly Dao at the end, and he said it out loud!

Even a master of the Silent Annihilation Realm like Heng Cangyu didn't dare to speak lightly about the word Heavenly Dao, so he could only use his mouth shape to make himself understand, but this old man said it directly without any taboos!

Although Jian Wuya didn't understand why Heng Cangyu was so taboo about these two words, based on this Jian Wuya, he concluded that this old man was definitely not an ordinary fortune teller!

Not long after Jian Wuya and the three left, the fortune teller's granddaughter also returned, still holding a sugar gourd in her hand. The old fortune teller put the child on his knee very lovingly, and said with a smile: "Little Changsheng, which kind person gave you this sugar gourd?"

The girl named Changsheng shook the sugar gourd in her hand and made a few joyful sounds, and the fortune teller nodded: "Oh, it was given to you by an older brother with very white hair?"

The fortune teller pinched his fingers and calculated, then his face stiffened for a moment, and then he returned to such a loving appearance, he touched the child's head: "Little Changsheng is good, grandpa will close the stall a little later tonight, you go back to the inn to sleep by yourself first, be good, if grandpa can't see you when he comes back, then there will be only steamed buns and no meat buns tomorrow morning." ”

The girl nodded obediently, and disappeared into the sea of people with a sugar gourd...

After the child left, the fortune teller old man poured himself a cup of tea and rested by himself, someone came to tell the fortune and stopped signaling to close the stall, and then he drank tea and watched the flow of people in this market for many hours, until the market was scattered, the tea was exhausted, and the old man was still sitting in front of the stall, as if he was stargazing, and seemed to be enjoying the night.

When the eastern sky turned a little white, the old fortune teller finally spoke, and seemed to say to himself: "Since you have come, but you have not shown up, and you are not willing to leave, what do you want?"

"The juniors don't know that the seniors are still willing to meet the juniors?"

Heng Cangyu, who had been missing since Fang Cai, didn't know where he came out of nowhere, and stood in front of the old man's stall.

"Speaking from my heart, the old man really doesn't want to see you, but God wills like this, this side, sooner or later. ”

The fortune teller made a gesture of invitation to Heng Cangyu, and Heng Cangyu sat down and said, "The seniors once calculated a hexagram for the juniors, do you remember?"

The fortune teller laughed twice and said, "How can you not remember? Back then, you Heng Cangyu was full of spirits, and you were so wanton and chic when you gambled on wine and swords. As a result, the old man calculated that you are a person who goes against the sky and betrays morality, and you are destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of your life, and you broke the old man's stall in a fit of anger. ”

Referring to the absurdity of the past, Heng Cangyu was also a little embarrassed, and bowed to the fortune teller: "The seniors are still holding grudges about this?"

"Your Taoist friend is very generous, and he lost me less than a hundred stalls of silver, I was thinking that one day I would let you come to lift it, maybe I could make a windfall again!"

Hearing this, Heng Cangyu took out the gold ingots and put them on the table and said, "The juniors hope that Senior Mi can help the juniors to count another hexagram." ”

The fortune teller only glanced at the gold ingot, and confiscated it: "The old man said that the old man will not help you tell fortunes again in this life." ”

Heng Cangyu was silent, and took out another gold ingot and put it on the table.

"Do you really think that the old man is such a greedy man for money and breaks his word?"

The fortune teller old man blew his beard and stared at the white-clothed and silver-haired man in front of him, seemingly very dissatisfied, Heng Cangyu looked at the fortune teller and didn't speak, and took out two gold ingots and put them on the table.

“.....”

Silently accepted the four gold ingots, and the fortune teller looked at the sky: "It is also the will of heaven for you to meet the old man here, since the will of heaven is like this, make an exception, what do you want to count?"

"Please count the seniors, can the juniors still see their brother in this life?"

The fortune teller looked at Heng Cangyu's face, pinched his fingers and counted for a while, and then gave a sentence of arrears: "Sometimes it's not a good thing to meet each other!"

"Thank you, Mi-senpai!"

The result was out, Heng Cangyu stood up and was about to leave, but he was stopped by the fortune teller after walking two steps.

"Wait. ”

"Senior Mi still has something to do?"

Heng Cangyu turned his head to look at the old fortune teller, but saw that the old fortune teller looked at him with a look of disgust and sympathy.

"The old man has obeyed the destiny of heaven all his life, and the most disgusting thing is that you are a person who defends the sky, but looking at your current appearance, you can't help but feel a little sympathetic, you look at yourself, where is there still half of the spirit of the old man's stall back then? If you accepted the old man's suggestion back then, and since then you have changed your mind and devoted yourself to the study of martial arts, and today you need to sink in this endless sea of red dust and suffering?"

The fortune teller old man stood up and continued to persuade: "Reading your merits in fighting for the human race during the catastrophe in Shenzhou, the old man once again advises you, it is not easy to cultivate to the realm of earth immortals, you need to cherish it, maybe in another hundred years, you will be the person who ranks in the immortal class, otherwise..."

Seeing that the fortune teller old man wanted to speak and stopped, Heng Cangyu stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture: "If the predecessor has something to say, you might as well speak up." ”

The fortune teller closed his eyes and persuaded bitterly: "Let it go, don't let this earthly lust destroy yourself, otherwise you will be punished by heaven in the coming day, and you will not die well!"

"Thank you for your kindness. ”

Looking at Heng Cangyu's slightly gloomy figure when he left, the fortune teller couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "What a sin." ”