While they were arguing, the fortune teller drank a few more sips of wine and ate a few bites of food.

At this time, the strong man who packed the wine was angry: "You two shut up Lao Tzu, if you don't want to listen, get out of here." ”

The two who quarreled saw that this strong man was not a good thing to mess with, and there were still the rules of the cyclamen house, and they both wanted to listen to it, so they both sat down.

At this time, the young master said flatteringly: "Sir, you continue. ”

The fortune teller was unhappy: Lao Tzu only ate a few bites. But he didn't show it on his face, with a harmless smile on his face, he continued: "Mountain man, hey, where did I say just now?" A listener on the side hurriedly said "Rushing to Zhengxuanzong in the starry night". "Oh. The mountain people and I rushed to Zhengxuanzong in the starry night, and I want to remind the model of our righteous path, the Song Daxia who benefited the toiling public. I don't think we can just lose a pillar of the righteous path, but when I rushed to the outer gate of Zhengxuanzong in the starry night, I realized that something was wrong, why didn't there be anyone? Could it be that they didn't stand guard tonight? But I can't care so much, after all, Song Daxia's life is important, so I went to the inner door, but as soon as I entered the inner door, I heard that there was also a lot of noise inside, I was shocked, but I didn't believe that Song Daxia, who was a god of martial arts, was killed like this, and was about to go in, when I heard a group of mournful voices: Sect Master! Then I saw a man in black rushing out with a package dripping with blood, I wanted to shout loudly, so that the people of the Zhengxuan Sect could catch this heinous person, but the man in black also saw me, and then he glanced at me, I was scared, do you know what I saw?" The fortune teller deliberately paused and asked mysteriously. The surrounding listeners asked in unison, "What do you see?" The fortune teller did not say immediately, but just took a sip of wine from the flask, and then said very sensationally: "I tell you, if you don't see it, you don't know, and you will be shocked when you see it." At that time, when the man rushed out of the inner door, dressed in a night suit, and glanced at me, I saw the eyes of the gangster, and now I am afraid to think about it, and I saw that his eyes were green. After saying that, the people around him began to discuss, "What?green eyes?", "How can people have green eyes?", "Only wolves have green eyes!" While listening to the discussion among the surrounding guests, the fortune teller ate his food and drink very leisurely, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and as if he had done such a thing many times and was familiar with the process.

By this time, he had eaten almost enough, but the people around him were still there, so he said, "You are all scared of this, and there are even more frightening ones to come!"

Someone around immediately asked, "What then?"

"At that time, I was also frightened, but I traveled from south to north dozens of times, and I had never seen anyone, or anything, so I calmed down in an instant and was ready to scream. The people around him were full of praise at this time, "Mr. is really bold", "Mr. is really a model for my generation", "......." fortune teller seemed to be infected by his own atmosphere at this time, and then said vividly: " Just as I was about to scream, I saw that the gangster's move seemed to be a light skill of the horse stepping on Feiyan, and flew away from the treetops, but just a moment before he flew away, I saw his hand in the moonlight, my Nima, the palm of that hand was all covered with a few inches of long hair, and it was still shining under the moon, and I was so frightened that I ran out of the Zhengxuanzong. After saying that, he stroked his heart. While doing this, the fortune teller clearly heard the sound of cold air around him, and secretly felt a sense of pride in his heart: My storytelling ability has improved a lot, little cubs, I still don't believe that I can't scare you to death.

At this moment, a group of people dressed in white walked in, and the back of the white clothes was embroidered with a purple Xuanzi magnificent, and the sun was shining brightly, this was the disciple of Zhengxuanzong who walked in.

The people from Zhengxuanzong came in, found a few empty tables, four or five people gathered around a table, and then shouted: "Little Er, serve the food." ”

Those who listened energetically just now suddenly sobered up, and no longer dared to talk about the matter of the sect master of the Zhengxuan Sect, and there were many people who were afraid of things, and they paid for it and left, even the few people who spoke just now did not dare to touch the mold of the people of the Xuanzong sect at this time, so they all left, only when the young master took the next person away, he quietly said to the fortune teller: Sir, next time you must count a hexagram for me.

When the listeners were almost gone, the fortune teller took the jug of wine and walked to a table in an inconspicuous corner, and sat down as if no one was around, but there was a man at the table.

The man looked delicate, even a little immature on his face, and there were only three dishes on the table, a bowl of rice that had already been eaten about the same. On the table, there were two things, on the left hand side of the man's table was a sword, the sword looked ordinary, the only difference was that there was a broken sword carved on the scabbard, and a jade flute was placed on the right hand.

The fortune teller sat down

On the other side of that person, he looked at the person on the other side quietly, and the person on the other side didn't want to pay attention to him, but he had to pay attention to it at this time, but he still ate by himself, and just asked after a while: "I don't know what the old gentleman has to do?"

The fortune teller seemed to be a little out of shape, and then settled down in his heart, and then said: "I see that the little brother Yintang is black, his face is dull, and the black clouds are overwhelming, and I am here to inform you that you will be in a big disaster!" "Didn't the old gentleman eat just now?" the man didn't pay much attention to the fortune teller, and when he spoke, he had already finished his meal, tidied up his pale clothes, and then looked at the fortune teller and said. Without waiting for the fortune teller to speak, he shouted to Xiao Er: "Xiao Er, give this old gentleman another roast chicken, count it as mine." After saying that, he took out a silver ingot from his bosom, "no need to look for it", put it on the table, took the sword and flute, and walked out of the cyclamen house.

Looking at the back of the man, the fortune teller smiled, and the smile at this time did not look as awkward as before, and he said to himself: "One day you will take the initiative to find me." At this time, Xiao Er had already come up with a plate of roast chicken and put it on the table, looking at the silver, I didn't know whether to take it or not. At this time, the fortune teller glanced at Xiao'er and said, "Look at what to see, pack, find money!"

Just when the people in the rivers and lakes were still talking about the death of the Earth Demon Sect and the head of the Zhengxuan Sect, another thing was like a boulder, thrown into the rivers and lakes, splashing huge waves.

On the night of the seventh day of the death of the sect leader of Zhengxuan Sect, the owner of a second-rate ** sect: Dark Blood Village, was also assassinated on one night, and his head disappeared. The high-level officials of the Dark Blood Village were very angry about this, because they found that there were traces of the blood of the second person on the ground, so the high-level officials of the Dark Blood Village ordered that the pharmacy within a radius of 300 miles be ransacked, of course, if they were not able to loot, they bought all the medicinal materials for treating internal injuries, and issued a sky-high bounty, rewarding the people in the rivers and lakes for providing clues, and even the head of the assassin.

Blood Shadow City, the closest and largest city to Dark Blood Village, is full of people coming and going, and its liveliness can really reach the point of sweating into rain. There is also a well-known restaurant in the city, which is called: Xiang Qianli. The first time you look at its name, you will feel that this restaurant is big, the fragrance is thousands of miles, who has such good cooking skills, can reach the point of fragrant thousands of miles. People who have just come to the Blood Shadow City for the first time will go in with curiosity when they see this name, wanting to see what the so-called Xiang Qianli is. But once you enter this fragrant thousand miles once, it seems that you have lost interest in other restaurants. In fact, Xiang Qianli is not the real taste of the dishes in this restaurant, because the proprietress of this restaurant is named Xiang Qianli, and her appearance is unique for hundreds of miles. Some people who don't know are here for "fragrant thousands of miles", while most of those who know are here for fragrant thousands of miles.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner of this restaurant, there sat an inconspicuous man, three dishes, and a dinner. On the left hand side of the table is a sword that looks very ordinary, the only thing that seems unusual is that the scabbard is engraved with a broken sword, and on the right hand side of the table is a jade flute. Dressed in a pale robe, he ate his meal quietly, out of place with the bustle around him. At this time, his face was a little pale, and it seemed to be whiter than his clothes.

"Did you know that the owner of the Darkblood Farm had been killed, and his head had been cut off!" said one of the diners to his companion.

"I've heard about it, and I've heard that the owner of the farm died a terrible death. Not only was his head cut off, but his whole body was cut nine hundred and eighty-one times, as if he was about to be cut into minced meat. His companion snapped with a chill.

"Really, what a feud that Assassin must have had against him!"

"But isn't it! However, the owner of that village really deserves to die! Over the years, he has done all kinds of evil, and has done everything to achieve his goals, if it weren't for his strong martial arts and profound internal strength, I'm afraid he would have been killed alive by his enemies!"

"That's true, but in this case, the martial arts of his enemy should also be very strong, otherwise how could he kill someone in the Dark Blood Village, and escape safely!"