It was July, and a scorching sun hung in the sky, shining on a huge old locust tree.

At this time, under the old locust tree, there was a young man with a delicate face, with his eyes slightly closed, looking particularly leisurely.

This young man's name is Liu Nan, he makes a living as a fortune teller, in fact, he is a fortune teller, and he usually writes letters, couplets or something for the people in the village, and no one asks him for fortune telling.

Because nine out of ten of his fortunes are inaccurate, but a few months ago, someone asked him to calculate once, it was the son of the village chief Wang, who calculated that he had a bloody disaster, but he didn't expect that it didn't take long for a guy from the neighboring village to beat him.

For this reason, the son of the village chief Wang did not hold a grudge against Liu Nan, and wanted to come and lift his fortune-telling stall several times, but he was beaten up again, and now the guy completely recognized it.

In fact, in the early years, Liu Nan also followed the old man Miao to the town to tell his fortune, but the old man passed away not long after, although he still continues to manage the "family business" left by the old man, but Liu Nan does not seem to have received the true inheritance of the old man.

What Liu Nan does every day is to go to the entrance of the village to set up a fortune-telling stall, and then sit all day until dusk to collect the stall and go home, so that he can spend the day.

Sometimes Liu Nan also thinks about whether he should live in the village for the rest of his life, but every time he thinks of the bloody scene four years ago, he feels a faint pain in his heart.

"Alas, there is still no progress, and it seems that it is almost time to leave. ”

Liu Nan opened his eyes and sighed, after the collapse of the family four years ago, he fled here, but he didn't expect to live for four years.

At that time, he was only twelve years old, and he could have learned to gather qi, and if it weren't for the desperate protection of the elders of the clan, he would have died a long time ago.

In the past four years, Liu Nan has been hiding in the village and cultivating hard, but without cultivation resources and no exercise guidance, he will not make much progress after all.

"But where can we go now?"

Liu Nan had a headache, he had never set foot in the immortal cultivation realm, he didn't know anything about the outside, even if he left here, where could he go to find a more suitable place to cultivate?

"I heard that there is a place called Xianmen in the immortal cultivation world, where there are many immortal cultivators, and there are also a lot of exercises and cultivation resources, maybe you should go out and find it......" Liu Nan muttered to himself and looked at the sea in the distance.

This village is called Haijiao Village, on one side is the vast sea, usually most of the people in the village make a living from fishing, although the village is not very big, but everyone is quite rich.

After all, when he fled here four years ago, everyone thought that he was an orphan who had fled and would naturally take care of him.

At that time, the old man Miao, a fortune teller in the village, estimated that his limit was approaching and wanted to find a successor, so he naturally bumped into Liu Nan, a cheap disciple.

Of course, Liu Nan didn't really want to learn fortune telling from him, but he was still young at that time, and he didn't have much to do to make a living, and he wanted to find a safe place to live, so he agreed to stay in the village.

As a result, the old man passed away in less than two months, and he left a small ding before he died, saying that it was a treasure left by his ancestors, and Liu Nan didn't believe his nonsense.

The old man claimed that his ancestors were immortals, but he didn't have any cultivation at all, and his fortune-telling skills were basically talking to people and talking nonsense.

"Nanbanxian, you haven't opened for more than half a month, haven't you? I think you still go fishing with everyone.

But I don't think you're fishing, it's good if the fish doesn't drag you into the sea, hahaha......"

With a burst of laughter, I saw a fair-skinned boy of thirteen or fourteen years old on the wall, hiding with two children and ridiculing.

Liu Nan ignored it, closed his eyes again and continued to close his eyes to recuperate.

The young man was even more angry, and walked out with a swagger, looking like I was going to hold you accountable.

This young man is none other than Wang Yi, who was counted by Liu Nan a few months ago, speaking of which, this guy is also unlucky enough, a few months ago he had a fight with Qian Fat Tiger in a neighboring village, and he didn't think about coming to Liu Nan to count a hexagram, but the result was a bloody disaster.

Liu Nan is famous for not being accurate in fortune-telling in the village, and if there is a blood light, then it must be fine.

As a result, Wang Yi was beaten and lay on the bed for five days, and when he thought of it, he was angry, but the hexagram was accurate, and he had nothing to say.

"I think your signboard should be changed, don't call it 'Immortal Guidance', just call it 'Blind Man Guiding the Way', I gave you the money to make the flag. ”

Wang Yi walked to Liunan's fortune-telling booth and laughed at his shabby signboard, causing the two little guys following him to burst into laughter.

Liu Nan didn't care about him, but before Wang Yi could finish talking like this, a sturdy tiger-skinned young man walked in the distance, and as soon as the tiger-skinned young man saw Wang Yi, he immediately shouted: "Wang Er, are you itching again!"

Wang Yi was so frightened that he didn't even look back, and ran away.

"Boss Wu, don't be complacent, aren't you better than Lao Tzu, when my two younger brothers grow up, sooner or later they will beat you all over the ground to find teeth!" Wang Yi didn't forget to scold while running.

The tiger-skinned boy is Wang Yi's most feared rival in the village, and I remember the last time I came to trouble Liunan, he was chased by the tiger-skinned boy from the head of the village to the end of the village.

I didn't dare to fart for a few months, but I didn't expect to meet this guy again when I came up today, and my luck was enough to get home.

"Brother Nan, it's almost afternoon, and I haven't gone home for dinner yet. The tiger-skinned boy scratched his head and smiled as he approached, not at all dignified.

This person's name is Wu Sheng, and he is about the same age as Liu Nan, but he looks a year or two older, and he has always been respectful to Liu Nan.

After all, he has only been hunting since he was a child, which seems to be reasonable, but only Wu Sheng knows that if he didn't happen to meet Liu Nan in the mountains and forests that time, he would probably have confessed his little life.

"Don't rush, I'll eat again in the evening. Liu Nan replied casually.

"Okay, I'll get two pheasants here for you, and I'll go back and roast them in the evening. Wu Sheng shook the two pheasants in his hand and took out one and put it on the table.

"It seems that I was lucky today, I shot two in the morning. ”

Wu Sheng smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Xu will come to the village tonight to tell a story, do you want to listen to it?"

"I'll see again in the evening, and I'll look for you again if I want to go." ”

"Okay, then I'll come back to you in the evening......" Wu Sheng said, walking towards the village.

Liu Nan nodded and smiled, and continued to close his eyes and concentrate, and time passed quickly.

If it was customary, he might have closed the stall at dusk, and then went to listen to Mr. Xu from the neighboring village tell a few stories about people and ghosts, and then spent the day.

However, today the village seemed destined not to be peaceful, and just as dusk was approaching, a woman in red suddenly flew in the distance, and quickly swept over the village.

"Immortal cultivator?" Liu Nan was slightly startled, how could he still be a little sleepy?

Not long after, behind the woman, another beautiful girl in white flew up, the girl stayed in the air for a moment, glanced at the village, and soon flew forward again.

"Why does she look at me....." Liu Nan's eyes showed surprise, and the girl obviously glanced at him.

It would be fine if the two of them flew away directly, but why did the girl in white pay attention to him? This made Liu Nan feel a little uneasy in his heart.

But fortunately, the girl only glanced at him and didn't pay much attention to it, otherwise it would have been difficult to find a hiding place, but it must not be exposed.

"Brother Nan, what are you thinking?" Liu Nan was thinking, only to see Wu Sheng suddenly running over.

"It's nothing, why did you come here so early?"

"This time, Mr. Xu came early, and the book meeting will start immediately, you and I should go over early, otherwise we won't be able to catch up. ”

Wu Sheng stepped forward to help, most of the time in the past, he took Liu Nan with him, so he would always come in advance.

"Okay. Liu Nan agreed, and the two quickly cleaned up their stalls and walked towards the village.

There is a huge square at the west end of Haijiao Village, which is where the villagers usually gather, and sometimes some opera troupes from the village will perform here.

Most of the villagers have nothing to do at night, so they will come here for recreation, and if there is a singing opera or a book, they will not miss it.

When Liu Nan and the two arrived, hundreds of people had gathered in the square, including men and women, old and young, who brought their own small stools one by one, and some did not forget to bring some melon seeds and other chews, just waiting for the storyteller on the stage to open.

"It's good that we didn't come late, so let's sit here. The two of them found a corner and sat down, looking at the busy man in blue shirts on the stage.

The man was in his forties, looking gentle and elegant, but he had a bit of a scholarly temperament.

This person is Mr. Xu, a storyteller, who is sometimes invited to some taverns in the town to tell stories, and when he is free, he will go to various villages to lobby, and he can earn a lot of silver taels in a year.

Seeing that everything was ready, Mr. Xu sat down, picked up the pear board in his hand and patted it, and the audience quickly fell silent.

"I said last time, but I said that the fairy and the lord have been separated from heaven and man since then, even if the lord has learned the ability to pass through the sky, but he is not able to return to the sky, and the saddest thing in the world is nothing more than .....this."