Although Xiao Jiu's voice was small, it sounded in Qiushui's heart, and there was a light in her eyes instantly, looking at the long sword suspended in front of her, the sword light was scorching, and she wondered in her heart: "Xiao Jiu, do you know a lot of things (qíng)?"

"Heh, that's natural, why don't you know...... Wait, little girl, you want to trick your sister, you haven't learned a little bit from that wood!" Xiao Jiu snorted and said proudly.

Speaking of the back, she suddenly realized that it was a pit, and laughed and scolded.

"He asked you to protect me, Sister Xiaojiu, do you know the past and present lives?" A strange light flashed in Qiushui's eyes and he smiled.

"Hehe, I want to kill my sister, my sister is not fooled, well, for the sake of you calling my sister so sweet, my sister leaked a little heavenly opportunity, the master of Tiandao should not be blamed, the fate of the three of you in your previous life was not shallow, cherish it!"

Xiao Jiu naturally knew that Qiushui was in (tào) her words, and exposed them on the spot, but after thinking for a while, seeing that she used (qíng) to the deepest, Xiao Jiu also revealed a trace of heavenly opportunity.

Hearing Xiao Jiu's leaked heavenly secrets, Qiu Shui's heart was agitated (dàng), and Luo Yu's (shēn) shadow resurfaced in his mind, biting his red lips lightly, and an imperceptible smile flashed on his face.

It turns out that there is really the fate of three lives and three lives, and they turned out to be the continuation of the previous edge, thinking of this, her eyes flashed with tears,

What kind of entanglement did it take in the past life to continue into this life......

It seems that Luo Yu and Ling Er both have memories of their previous lives, but she doesn't, and her face is gloomy when she thinks of this.

"It's okay, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, my sister envies you, if you are not satisfied, my sister is easy to be content, as long as he cares about you, can he be good to me as if he cares about you?" Xiao Jiu said slyly.

"Contented!" Qiushui hurriedly said!

On the way to the East China Sea, the monks flew towards the east like locusts, this time Penglai Xiandao appeared, but it vibrated the whole world, Shenzhou, Southern Xinjiang, Northern Hell, Zhongzhou, and Western Desert all had monks out to hit the big luck.

The legend of Penglai Immortal Island is the oldest and most extensive, and it is also the most mysterious, which can be said to be well known.

This time Penglai Xiandao was born, and it was rumored that there were immortal medicines, immortal weapons, and legendary divine weapons, and this (yòu) was too confusing.

Immortal cultivators have to hit the chance, the fate is good, the realm is a thousand miles, bow your head and pick up the immortal weapon, and kick out a future.

But the ethereal thing of chance, who knows the size of their chance, so this treasure was born, and the monks weighed it a little and rushed over.

The coastal town in the east of China, Shanshui Town, is located at the foot of Loach Mountain, next to the Qingyu River, so it got this cheap name.

The originally deserted border town, more than 20 miles away from Linhai City, due to the high housing prices in Linhai City, it is difficult to find a house, and the town near the East China Sea has ushered in the opportunity for development.

The people who were originally poor and simple soon saw the business opportunities, and one after another homestays appeared like bamboo shoots (chūn) after the rain.

Originally, the people in the town lived a life of male farmers and female weavers, but now all of them are businessmen, and all the broken houses are inhabited by monks who come to the East China Sea to hunt for treasures.

This place is close to Linhai City, climb the 100 zhang pitch-black Loach Mountain, and you can see the scene of the East China Sea from afar, especially for monks, dozens of miles are fleeting in a blink of an eye, even if the fairy island is born, you can also rush to it as soon as possible.

Luo Yu walked on the street and looked at the monks coming and going, there were really monks from all over the world gathered here, there were demons, there were monks, Confucian scholars and some black-robed people, who were covered under black robes.

"Sir, it may be a marriage!" a woman in white, holding a folding fan in her hand and wearing a hat to cover her face, walked up to a middle-aged man dressed as a fortune teller and said with a smile.

"Girl, poor Dao is not a gentleman, a gentleman can't tell his fortune, he can only tell stories and reason, and he is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality!

The middle-aged Taoist fortune teller, with a handful of beards, and the Taoist crown on his head was crooked to the side, listening to the woman calling himself sir, his beard turned disdainfully.

"Oh! Thank you, Chief!" The woman sat down for less than a few breaths, and when she heard the words of the old Tao, she hurriedly got up, gave a blessing, and turned (shēn) to leave.

"Alas, the girl hasn't counted yet, why are you leaving, don't you believe in the poor way?"

The middle-aged Taoist hurriedly stood up, and hurriedly reached out to pull the woman in white, thinking that this was inappropriate, his hand hung in the air, and hurriedly said.

"Ah! I believe in you, you said that you must have been signed, didn't you already tell me? The woman in white raised her eyebrows slightly, pretending to be surprised.

"That girl, you haven't paid the hexagram yet!" The middle-aged Taoist priest blushed and shouted, finally a guest came, and he didn't give a single one.

"Hehe, Dao Chief! The storyteller only gave money after speaking, how can he ask for money if he doesn't draw lots and don't solve the hexagram!" The woman in white chuckled and sneered.

"Alas, this meal is getting more and more unpalatable under the world wind (rì)!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was beaten down by the woman in white, sat down with a red face, and drooped his head like a defeated rooster.

Suddenly, a plain hand opened, and a piece of broken silver appeared in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly came to his senses, and his face was full of smiles, thinking that this woman was probably ashamed to pay for the hexagram, so he reached out to take it, but the plain hand flashed and pulled it back.

"Hehe, Dao Chief, if you can calculate the marriage of that son, this silver is yours?" The woman in white pointed to the young man with clear eyebrows in the distance and smiled.

"Okay! Tianzun testifies!" The middle-aged Taoist priest clapped his hands, pointed to the sky, and said with white eyes.

"It's a deal!" The woman in white folded her fan and shook it gently, patting the not plump (xiōng) in front of it, and said with a smile.

"Is there a young man's birthday?" The middle-aged Taoist took out a black slate from the table, then took a brush soaked in water, handed it to the woman in white, and asked in a low voice.

"Well, I don't just know his birthday, but several daughters-in-law know ......" The woman in white leaned over her face, frowned, and said in a cold voice.

Say and go, a liar.

"Alas, it's okay if you don't!" The middle-aged Taoist priest saw that the woman was gone, and he immediately became anxious.

The woman in white showed a hint of playfulness on her face, stood under the big tree on the side, lowered the brim of her hat, and looked at the young man who came over.

Luo Yu followed the flow of people, looked up and looked ahead, there were small vendors on the side of the road, putting vegetables and fruits on the ground, and a Taoist priest in front of him was sitting on a chair, his hands on the broken table, bored playing with the bamboo tube containing hexagrams.

When Luo Yu walked past the stall, the Taoist priest quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, stroked a small pinch of goatee, and said loudly: "The peach blossoms on the road ahead are blooming, and the marriage of thousands of miles is fluttering, this little friend is not shallow!"

Luo Yu took a step, stopped, turned his head to look at the middle-aged Taoist, who was looking at him with a smile, raised his head slightly, and pretended to look like a master.

Glancing at the Taoist, Luo Yu smiled slightly, nodded, and walked forward.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly became anxious, and he swore to get this piece of broken silver.

Hurriedly stretched out his hand to greet Luo Yu, and because he was not tall, he was so anxious that he was about to climb onto the table: "Little friend......, please stay!

Luo Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart, this is really a half-immortal, no wonder his face is yellow and thin, and his face is down.

Remembering that he is also known as a half-immortal in the world, it is not that he can't even count whether he is going to be fired.

The fortune tellers he has seen, Li Gossip are all powerful, and most of the others are at the same level as himself.

It's okay to deceive a simple little girl, but you can't get it when you meet an old mother.

"Dao Chief, thank you for signing up!" Luo Yu turned his head and smiled at the Taoist priest.

"Oh, look at my mouth, don't you want to hear me explain this hexagram?" the middle-aged Taoist priest stretched out his hand and patted his mouth gently, scolded a few words, and then smiled.

"But I don't have any money!" Luo Yu opened his hand and said with a smile.

"Iron rooster, oh no! It doesn't matter if you don't have money, the poor road hexagram is all about a fateful word, if you have fate, you don't take any money, and it's hard to find a sign without a fate!"

As soon as the middle-aged Taoist heard Luo Yu say that he had no money, he immediately blew his beard and glared, jumped straight to his feet, and slowly fell down as soon as one foot was lifted, pretending to be a high and profound Taoist.

"Alright then!" Luo Yu walked over, slowly sat on the chair, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest with a smile.

The woman in white under the tree in the distance was staring at this side, and saw Luo Yu sitting down, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, she saw a man with long hair and a shawl in purple in the distance, walking with a box of snacks in his hand, her face suddenly changed, she glared, pointed at the man in purple, and signaled him not to come.

The man in purple had a bitter look on his face, and was about to open his mouth to speak, but he was glared at by the woman in white, and then retreated into the distance, muttering in his mouth: "Didn't you say that you are hungry and want to eat!

"Then the little friend draws a lot!" The middle-aged Taoist priest, holding the bamboo tube with both hands, asked Luo Yu to draw lots.

Luo Yu smiled slightly, pulled one casually, rolled his eyes, and turned out to be a sign 'Not suitable for travel!'

"Eh, there are many people with mixed mouths, turbidity floats up, it fails for a while, come again!" The middle-aged Taoist priest looked confused (bī), muttered in his heart for a while, but pretended to be a mysterious Tao on his lips.

Luo Yu nodded, smoked another one, his face changed completely, and he signed: "Fierce and auspicious", and said in a deep voice: "Dao Chief, you are really a half-immortal!"

"What, you're saying I'm a liar!" the middle-aged Taoist priest slapped the table and said angrily.

"Dao Chief, you say that you will sign up, and all of your signs are signed! Luo Yu said lightly, there is a kind of thing in the world, there is a 10% chance of winning the lottery, this Taoist priest is too dark.

"What, you said that the poor road cheated money, how is it possible, look at it!" The middle-aged Taoist chief glared, poured the bamboo tube, and poured all the bamboo sticks on the table.

Luo Yu looked at the bamboo sticks scattered on the table lightly, and the middle-aged Taoist priest looked embarrassed, all of them were signed.

The middle-aged Taoist priest blew his beard and glared, and with a knock of his fingers on the bamboo tube, a turtle the size of a copper coin crawled out of it, and the turtle lay on the table, staring at the middle-aged Taoist priest with wide eyes.

"The good signs have been eaten by you, right, and then you will be a king and eight calves for 10,000 years!" The middle-aged Taoist chief pointed at the cute little turtle and scolded angrily.

The little turtle shrank its neck and closed its eyes, as if it was said that it was used to it.