Jiang Ling knew that Yang was extraordinary, and he gladly accepted his peers, and Su Ji naturally had no opinion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The trio walked together into the valley known as the Gate of Purgatory. The valley is covered with the fur of giant beasts, the bones of dragons, the magic weapons of monks, and the lonely mounds of barren hills, all of which convey an eerie and terrifying aura of death.

Anxiety and fear gradually attacked, Su Ji was walking on the road piled with bones, and suddenly heard someone behind him calling:

"Three-of-a-kind!"

The three of them subconsciously stopped, looked back as if under some kind of spell, and found that there was no one behind them.

Just as he was wondering, an old man with a stained face suddenly jumped in front of the three of them and said abruptly: "Count it out!"

Jiang Ling was taken aback, he was obviously paying attention to the movements around him just now, but he didn't notice that there was such a number one person nearby. She had expected that there would be demons nearby, could it be that she had just met one?

Su Ji looked this sloppy old man up and down, and saw that his cheeks were sunken and thin as a knife. The hair is thin, you can count, but the chin hangs a handful of goatees.

Fortune teller Su Ji has seen a lot, but such a strange and sloppy Taoist priest, except for the barefoot Taoist Taijia Zhenren, I am afraid that he is the only one. The only obvious difference between this sloppy old man and Taijia Zhenren is that he wears shoes on his feet, and the shoes don't make any sound when they step on the ground. It's no wonder that the three of them didn't notice his existence just now.

Jiang Ling had never had a good impression of feng shui physiognomy, so he glanced at the sloppy old man, and waved his hand directly: "Don't count!"

"Forget it. The sloppy old man beckoned his oily dirty hands, and added: "I can calculate a hexagram in vain first, and I can't calculate it accurately, and I won't take a penny." ”

Su Ji became more and more strange. Usually fortune tellers are holding a bamboo fan in their hands, writing "Astronomy, geography." 500 years before and 500 years later. ", but this sloppy old Taoist is empty-handed, obviously not like a fortune teller who eats on the street.

The sloppy old man didn't seem to have a fierce aura on his body, Su Ji looked around, and there didn't seem to be any accomplices around. But fortune-telling at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the holy land of Xuanmen, is as ridiculous as creating a man in front of Nuwa.

Su Ji thought to himself that it was better not to offend the people who haunt this kind of place, so it was better to let him do the math casually.

"Senior, then please calculate who my surname is, and what is my fortune today?"

The sloppy old man pretended to shake his head: "Those are all charlatans' tricks, I don't count." ”

Su Ji was stunned for a moment and asked him, "Then what are you?"

The sloppy old man stroked his beard, "I don't count as life, only death." ”

"Count it dead?"

Su Ji couldn't help but think of Taijia Zhenren's criticism: Master Su ordered Qingling, his wife Kezi died, and his son could not live to be seventeen years old at most. Because of this sentence, he didn't know how many sins he had suffered, so he immediately turned around and said: "If a person knows when he will die, how boring it is to live, it doesn't count." ”

As soon as he heard that the sloppy old way was only dead, Jiang Ling also turned his head and left. Just took two steps, only to hear the sloppy old Taoist shouting: "Jiang Ling!"

Jiang Ling's heart suddenly raced, what a hell, obviously he didn't know this sloppy old way, how could he say his name? Could it be that this sloppy old way was changed by a monster?

The sloppy old man smiled: "Ling, Fuyao also." Lingyun is ambitious, not losing to a man, a little red in the green bushes, a good name! This is exactly what you want in your heart. ”

The sloppy and old man's eye sockets revealed a deep gaze, and it swirled around Jiang Ling's body as if he were off the ground.

Jiang Ling froze and said, "How do you know about me?"

"Life is impermanent, and life is predetermined. Our encounter here is fate. If the girl doesn't want to count her own death, then I'll help you calculate someone else's death. ”

The sloppy old man reached into his robe, fumbled it, and took out a tattered ancient book, covered with vermilion blood-red marks, which looked strange and unpredictable.

In Jiang Ling's puzzled gaze, the sloppy old Taoist came over and whispered a few words in her ear, which made her face suddenly become shocked, obviously she was right.

At this time, Su Ji found that Yang Yi, who was usually calm and calm, was suddenly silent like a piece of wood since he saw this sloppy old man.

Su Ji secretly thought that this Taoist priest was extraordinary, and wanted to give him another chance, and asked, "Senior, can you count a girl named Mu Lingyu?"

The sloppy old man flipped through the book and didn't answer, just shook his head.

Su Ji hurriedly stepped forward, only to see that on the page of the ancient book, all the names of people he knew appeared, among which Mu Lingyu's name was clearly written in the year of birth and death. There is not much left of her yang life!

In an instant, Su Jiru was struck by a thunderbolt! This sloppy old man had just been holding a pen in his hand from beginning to end. Even if he had a pen in his sleeve, he couldn't have written so many names in the blink of an eye, obviously his book was of the utmost importance! Su Ji couldn't believe it, trying to find something strange in that book.

However, the sloppy old man casually turned two more pages, and Su Ji felt more and more numb in his scalp, only to see that the birth and death years of the deceased in the book could be corresponded one by one, and they were exactly the same!

The sloppy and old gaze wandered on Su Ji's face, unpredictable, and he deliberately turned a few more pages.

Su Ji saw that he looked through it for a long time, but he never saw the names of some people, such as Master Wu Ji, Qing Li, and Chai Song......

"Wait a minute!" Su Ji suddenly stopped.

The sloppy old man heard the sound and stopped reading. Su Ji's gaze fell on the line in the book. There is only one "Xi" character in that line, and there is no year of birth and death.

Su Ji asked, "Who is this person?"

The sloppy old man replied, "He is your son." ”

Su Ji couldn't cry or laugh, "I haven't married a wife yet, where is my son?"

The sloppy old man said in an affirmative tone: "Since it appears in this book, it must not be wrong." ”

Su Ji was suddenly startled, looked up at the sloppy old man, and saw that his expression didn't look like he was talking nonsense.

Jiang Ling glanced at him and said disdainfully: "You and Mu Lingyu ......"

Su Ji hurriedly interrupted and explained: "Although Miss Mu and I have pretended to be husband and wife, we have not pretended to be husband and wife!

Jiang Ling said angrily: "Then which girl did you do something unseemly with the girl, and you actually forgot it so cleanly?"

Su Ji looked embarrassed and lowered his head to think for a moment.

At this time, Yang Cheng on the side lowered his head and muttered, "Could it be a fox?"

Su Ji raised his head suddenly and shook his head desperately, "No...... How could I do that with my cousin?"

The sloppy old man was silent, looked at Su Ji with a smile, and said, "Don't worry about it, your son is already dead before he was born." ”

Su Ji's eyes widened suddenly, and he unconsciously took a step back!

Jiang Ling and Yang Yi were also quite shocked and stopped talking.

After a long silence, Su Ji's eyes suddenly wrinkled slightly, and he asked in a deep voice:

"I know a girl named Lin Zi...... Is she still alive?"

The sloppy old man glanced down and nodded slightly.

Su Ji's eyes flashed, recalling that day in Wangxian Tower, the White Wolf King said that he had an affair with the princess and brought a green hat to Zhou Tianzi, isn't that nonsense?

Don't...... That day in the palace of the Son of Heaven...... But why don't you even remember anything?

Thinking of this, Su Ji shivered all over his body, and stood silently in place, motionless.

Yang Yi on the side broke the silence, hugged his fists and said: "Thank you seniors, we have to continue to rush and say goodbye." ”

After that, Yang Wei secretly signaled to the two next to him to get back on the road.

Su Ji turned around stiffly and walked forward slowly.

"Wait!" the sloppy old man suddenly stopped the three of them.

The vigilance of the three of them suddenly increased, and I knew that this was the time when the dagger was at a moment. The fan in Jiang Ling's hand was tight, and the two black fists the size of Yang Ying's sandbag had been clenched into two hammers. Su Ji's hands slowly behind his back, in fact, pressed the horn dagger on his waist, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"I just said that I would help that girl count it once, but the time I counted for that little brother can't be counted in vain. ”

"How much do you want to charge?" Jiang Ling asked with a frown.

"I don't want money. The sloppy old man wiped his face with his black hand, "I want your soul." ”