At this time, the village was still lively, but there were very few people on the street outside.

"Little brother, let's do a trigram, right?"

The breeze followed the prestige, and I saw an old man sitting under the street lamp waving to him. The old man was wearing a black tunic suit, bald head, snow-white beard, wearing a pair of reading glasses, at least seventy or eighty years old, sitting on a small horse, with a piece of linen in front of him. When Qingfeng first came here, his mood has not been very good, and he wants to find someone to help him calculate, even if it is a white lie, it is okay to find a psychological comfort, but unfortunately he has no money on him, Qingfeng did not stop and continue to move forward.

"Little brother, don't go, let's do a trigram. I am straightforward, known as a half-immortal, you go to inquire, who doesn't know in this area? Who doesn't know?" The old man stood up and came to Qingfeng, with a posture of not giving up until he reached his goal, and it seemed that he had to tell Qingfeng that he had to tell the fortune, so he almost dragged it with his hands.

"I don't have any money with me. Qingfeng looked back and said.

"Don't you have any money? I've been sitting under this street lamp for two hours, and I'm so tired that my back and legs hurt, and I finally caught a good deception, but I didn't have any money, which was really unlucky. Don't forget it, let's go back to sleep. The old man muttered a few words of complaint, and was about to pack up his things and go home, inadvertently looking up at the breeze, the old man looked at the old man, and seemed to have made some discoveries, and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, let's talk casually, it doesn't matter if you have money or not, if you feel that I am accurate, you can pass by here when you have money." ”

"That's right, that's fine. Qingfeng heard the old man muttering, but he was just seeking a psychological comfort, and it didn't matter if it was allowed or not, so he agreed.

The old fortune teller returned to his seat, took out a small horse from behind and handed it to Qingfeng, and when Qingfeng sat down, the old fortune teller stared at him for a while, and then twisted his beard and said with a smile: "Little brother, your surname?"

"The surname is wind. Qingfeng replied.

The old fortune teller continued to ask, "Gui Geng this year?"

"Just turned twenty. ”

"Where?" asked the old fortune teller.

"Locals. Qingfeng glanced at the old man and said, "Aren't you known as a half-immortal? Why do you ask me everything?

"Hehe, you kid is quite clever, it seems that you won't believe me if you don't leak some real skills. The old man smiled and said, "I see that the little brother's eyebrows are as long as willows and his ears are as wide as a bell, which is a long-lived appearance." ”

I have taken the Thousand Shou Pill, and now it has been more than 900 years, can it not be regarded as a long life? Qingfeng smiled: "Hehe, most fortune tellers say this when they see people, what else does the uncle see?"

The old fortune teller ignored Qingfeng's ridicule, shook his head and continued: "I see that your heavenly court is full, the earth pavilion is round, and you will definitely be rich and noble in the future, and it is not difficult to pay homage to the prime minister." ”

"What else?" Qingfeng asked again.

"There is also the little brother's face like a peach blossom, his eyes are full of affection, and he will go to peach blossom luck today. The smile on the old man's face grew brighter and brighter.

"Peach blossom luck, hehe, this estimate is unlikely, just like me, who can look at me. Besides, it's ten o'clock at night, where will there be any peach blossom luck? Let's talk about something reliable. ”

"Don't you believe it? My old man is known as a half-immortal with iron teeth and copper teeth, who doesn't know on this street?" The old man blew his beard and glared, very angry.

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's ten o'clock at night, what kind of peach blossom luck will there be?

The expression on the face of the old fortune teller changed quickly, and he was blowing his beard and glaring just now, but now he smiled again: "Whether this hexagram is accurate or not, we will see tonight." ”

Although he felt that what the old man said was very unreliable, Qingfeng still asked: "I have a relative, and now his whereabouts are unknown, can the uncle help me calculate when I will see him?"

"Is there a date or name for this person?"

Master is a person thousands of years ago, it would be too shocking to say it, Qingfeng only asked for a psychological comfort, and did not have much hope, so he smiled and said: "Hehe, aren't you a half-immortal with iron teeth and copper teeth? ”

"You kid want to embarrass me? Okay, I'll show you how good I am. ”

Gui Banxian glared at Qingfeng, then bent his right finger slightly, pinched the law decision, pondered for a long time, and seemed to find nothing, Gui Banxian's expression slowly became serious. Then Gui Banxian took out a turtle shell from his arms, his fingers connected the dots on the turtle shell, and there was a faint trace of light into the turtle shell, Gui Banxian said something in his mouth, his snow-white beard trembled, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked very high-spirited.

After a long time, it was still the same as it was obtained, Gui Banxian opened his eyes, looked at Qingfeng again, and wondered a little in his heart, what is this kid asking me to count? It is so difficult to calculate, with my profound skills, I almost vomited blood, and the image of a master who has been maintained for a long time is almost ruined. Alas, forget it, let's go ahead.

After making up his mind, Gui Banxian sighed and said, "Alas, it's far away." ”

Qingfeng had already expected this result, but he still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, and he also sighed, and sat there for a long time without speaking.

Gui Banxian looked at Qingfeng and comforted: "But your fate with him is not over, as long as you don't give up, you will definitely be able to see him again in this life." ”

"Really?" Qingfeng was overjoyed.

"Yes, when did I tell a lie? Wait, sooner or later, there will be a day when you will meet. Gui Banxian patted Qingfeng's shoulder, and then said, "Let's get down to business." ”

Qingfeng was a little puzzled.

"Little brother, I see that you are not very old but you have a strong aura, and your achievements in the future are limitless, and I am ready to take you as an apprentice. Gui Banxian twisted his beard and made a high-ranking appearance.

"Apprenticeship, learn hexagram with you?" Qingfeng asked.

"Ahem...... , almost choked. Gui Banxian took a breath of change, deliberately lowered his voice, and looked mysterious, "I don't know if the little brother has heard of the immortals?"

"Immortals?" Qingfeng was stunned, could it be that he was talking about Xiuzhen?

"What I'm telling you is that immortals are real. ”

"Where is the real existence?"

"Far away, close at hand. The old fortune teller made a good appearance again, and almost pointed to his nose and said that it was me.

"You?" Qingfeng glanced up and down at the old man again, not feeling any aura fluctuations on the other party's body. This situation occurs either because the other party is too much higher than his own realm, or the other party is simply a liar. Isn't this the era of the end of the Fa? The aura is many times thinner than in the Song Dynasty, and cultivation is even more difficult, is it possible that there are still so many high-level cultivators who have been touched by themselves on the first day they go out? I know my own affairs, and I have not been able to cultivate for more than 900 years, and the result is not because the master is not good, but because my own physique is problematic, and it is useless to change the master. Looking at this old man's mastery style, maybe he knows some of the inside stories of today's cultivation, and if he can ask some news about the master, it will be an unexpected joy.

After thinking for a long time, Qingfeng said, "It's a pity that I already have a master. ”

Now that Xiuzhen novels are popular, many young people dream of being able to worship a master as a teacher, and now the master is sent to the door, and you kid still don't bow his head and worship? Gui Banxian sat straight, waiting for Qingfeng to apprentice, but what he was waiting for was Qingfeng said that he already had a teacher.

When did Xiuzhen become so worthless? I saw a talented young man on the street, all of whom had a teacher's education. This kid has his hair in a bun, but he looks like a person in the Daomen, a waste of expression, it's hard for me to pretend to be a master for a long time. Gui Banxian asked, "What is the sect of the little brother?"

"Baicaotang. Qingfeng said.

"Baicaotang? You're talking about the Medicine King Temple, right? The Hundred Grass Hall disappeared a thousand years ago, and then it was occupied by the Medicine King Temple. However, those bull noses of the Medicine King Guan are not even considered to be beginners in cultivation, what can you learn by worshipping them as teachers? As the saying goes, famous teachers produce high apprentices, and you will have higher achievements if you follow me. Gui Banxian said.

High achievement? No matter how high your achievements are, your ability is higher than that of my master? My master may have already soared to immortal by now. Listening to the meaning of this half-immortal, the master and senior brothers have indeed gone to the new cultivation realm. And the Baicaotang in Qinglong Mountain may have been occupied by the dove and changed to the Medicine King View. Dare to occupy my master's door, and if you have time, you will definitely teach a lesson to this group of bulls who don't know the height of the sky.

"Thank you, but I'm not going to switch to the school. "Returning to the half-immortal is a good heart, but Qingfeng doesn't need it. For Xiuzhen, Qingfeng has long been disheartened, and only hopes to spend the remaining hundred and ten years in a plain way.

"Little brother, do you think about it again?" Gui Banxian still did not give up.

"No need. "Qingfeng's attitude is very resolute.

"Alas, it's a pity, it seems that you and I don't have a master-apprentice relationship. In that case, I won't force it, and if the little brother has anything in the future, he can come here to find me, and I will be here at least a few days a month. "It's very frustrating to return to the half-immortals.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Qingfeng got up and said.

"Okay. But I still have to tell you, I am very accurate in my fortune telling, and you will have peach blossom luck today. Hahahaha. "Gui Banxian's mood changed quickly.

Leaving the fortune-telling booth, Qingfeng continued to hurry with his head down while thinking about his thoughts. What should I do in the second half of my life? Find Master? Alas! I guess there is no hope in this life; I don't have that kind of condition for cultivating the truth? Forget it, I don't have that condition; I should be rich and rich? Forget it, I have studied with Master for 20 years of quiet and inaction, and my ordinary life is still suitable for me; Longevity? Hehe, calculate the effect of the Thousand Longevity Pill, and I can live for a hundred years; Peach Blossom Luck? This can be had, since there is no hope of cultivating the truth, all that remains is to get married, have children, and support my family.