In the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a city called Yongxing Square, where all kinds of people gather, they all have three religions, nine streams, and it is very lively.

In a corner of Yongxing Square, there is a group of people.

There was a place in the middle of the crowd, a table, and an old man wearing a Confucian crown, dressed in a long gown, three long beards, and ruddy complexion, leaned back in a chair.

The old man pressed his left hand on the wood on the table to wake up, and with his right hand he shook a paper fan, pointing to the river and the mountains, and talking like a river. The people around him were fascinated and captivated.

Look at this dress, the wood on the table is awake, with a folding fan in his hand, we know that this man is a storyteller, swimming among the people, specializing in some strange gods, devil legends.

The storyteller, Xuan Qi, is majestic and bizarre, and for most mortals, he has a great appeal.

"The war is dark, the mountains are falling apart, the earth is full of bodies, bleeding and refueling, it is extremely tragic!"

The old man waved his paper fan and said in a loud voice: "The strongman among the people takes a step forward and makes the void tremble, he can drink a cup of starlight in a loud voice, he turns his hands into clouds and his hands into rain." Although the dragon is powerful, it can climb over rivers and swallow the sun and moon, but it still loses the power of this man. ”

Everyone here listened intently.

A war lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragon was finally slashed by this man's sword! The body of the dragon was splashed with countless blood, and many creatures dodged and were splashed by this blood, and the body could not withstand the blood of the dragon, and the explosion and death.

Many people secretly looked at each other and shouted loudly.

When he saw his reaction, the old man was very proud, shaking the folding fan, twisting his beard, and smiling at his chin.

"Oh"

Just then, there was a burst of laughter from outside the crowd.

"It's ridiculous that these illusory things are just fooling people, who has such a lot of physical strength after two days and two nights? Even the dragon is pulled out, as if you have seen it!"

The speaker was a casting monk.

The man happened to pass by, paused, listened for a moment, and smiled coldly.

Actually, true practitioners don't bother to listen to these things, and they can easily distinguish between truth and falsehood.

When the old man saw that he had been pierced, he could not help blushing, as if he was very angry, and asked on his neck, "How do you know that I didn't see it?"

"Oh?"

The basic monk squinted his eyes and said with a sneer: "You don't have an aura on you, I'm not in the way, I want to ask you, where did you see the dragon?"

The use of voyeurism is easy to spot, and the old man is just the most common mortal.

As soon as the old man heard that there was a real repairman on the other side, he immediately weakened his momentum, his eyes flashed, his neck retracted, and he muttered, "I've seen it anyway." ”

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

Not far away, there was a man wearing a gray robe, slightly fat, with a white face, and a folding fan in his hand, walking towards this side.

"Tell the book, go on!"

Someone can't wait to get it.

As soon as the old man's eyes swept over, he saw that the awakened piece of wood in his hand suddenly fell and crackled.

"If you want to know what's going on, listen to the next breakdown!"

The old man put the awakened wood in his arms, put away the paper fan, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, we'll talk another day." ”

"Stop!"

There was a hissing in the crowd.

When the old man got up to leave, the people no longer stayed here, but dispersed.

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

In an unattended corner, the old man met a gray-robed monk.

"Old man, if you fail, you don't understand. ”

The gray-robed monk had an unfortunate face, it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the ancient relics.

The old man twisted three long beards with an inexplicable expression and said with a smile: "I already knew. ”

"I click!"

As soon as Lin Xuan heard this, he immediately became furious and said, "Your old man's heart is so strong, he has already been deduced, and he still let me go to that stupid place?"

"What do you know?"

The old man said gloomily and calmly: "The hexagon of the performance I push shows that your trip is out of breath, and although it is doomed, it is not worth it!"

"Yes, is it?" asked Lin Xuanji through gritted teeth.

"It's natural, my hexagon can't be wrong. "The old man is very confident.

Lin Xuanyi couldn't help but say loudly: "I didn't even eat the shit, I ate a little egg juice, or a dog ate the leftovers!"

"What custard, what dog?" said the old man's face was a little stained with saliva.

Lin Xuanyi told me once and for all what was born in the dragon cave of ancient cultural relics.

"Have you eaten dragon eggs?" the old man trembled angrily, raised his palm, and looked at Lin Xuanji's big face vigorously.

"Oh, no, no, it's not me, it's Su Qin, and a dog. ”

Lin Xuanji has been hiding, but it is useless. He has a red five-finger fingerprint on the left side of his face.

"Old man, I used that little shift word too. ”

"Bang!"

If the old man doesn't say a word, he goes up and slaps him again.

Lin Xuanji's right cheek also quickly surfaced five fingers, but it couldn't fade.

The old man twisted his beard, frowned and said, "It doesn't make sense, there's nothing wrong with the hexagon, you should be worth the trip." "Yes. What does it mean that the "Six Classics" fell on Su Qin?"

"By the way, old man, this man is a bit like a porch. I don't know where he came from, and I can't figure out how he did it. Lin Xuanyi said.

"What about this kind of thing?"

The old man's eyebrows rose and fell slightly, and immediately enveloped the entire capital, and soon, Su Qin was found in a restaurant.

The old man's eyes spread a little softness, and quickly dispersed, turning into a gray mist.

The old man stretched out his palm to reason.

Over time, the old man's eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper, the more dignified he looked, and the paler his face became.

With the old man as the repair field, shoot out a basic monk, which can 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.

Half an hour later, the old man trembled, snorted, and the soft catkins in his eyes spread out, and there was a pool of blood, terror and terror!

"How are you, old man?"

Lin Xuanchi knew that this situation was the result of forced deduction.

Some people's fate is special, if forced to deduce, don't stop at time, blind eyes are normal, serious and even bad luck may be!

"It doesn't hurt"

The old man waved his hand, let out a long sigh, and pondered: "This son's life is ordinary, there is nothing unusual in the first place, but some tall people have changed his life and made a great change in his life, and I can't infer it. ”

"Huh?" Lin Xuan's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief, "Skyrim changed your life?"

He knew the weight of these four words best, even the old man in front of him knew it!!

"Huh?"

At this time, the old man's face changed and his eyes lit up!