Now, Yang Ming still remembers that when he was in Xinglu Academy, he had seen the relevant records of fortune tellers in an ancient book in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, although the records were not comprehensive and incomplete, but Yang Ming could still infer how terrifying the fortune teller was from the introduction of the ancient books. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to ancient records, fortune tellers are the most mysterious profession in the world, and at the same time, there is such a sentence in ancient books, fortune tellers do not have the power to dominate Kyushu, but they have the ability to change the fate of Kyushu.

With this sentence alone, the power of fortune tellers has already been revealed.

The high priest smiled slightly and said, "Hehe, it seems that the master to which the little brother belongs is not simple, that's right, the old man is indeed a fortune teller." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ming endured the shock in his heart, and after a while, he nodded slightly and said, "If the old man is really a fortune teller, then the kid will believe it." ”

Speaking of this, Yang Ming seemed to remember something, his face couldn't help but change, and his weak gaze kept scanning the room.

"Little brother, do you want to find your own weapon?" Seeing Yang Ming's anxious look, the high priest's heart suddenly moved, and he slowly spoke.

"Exactly, senior, have you seen the kid's weapon?" Hearing this, Yang Ming's heart suddenly rejoiced, and he hurriedly asked.

"Little brother, please wait a moment!" said the old man, who walked out quickly, and after a while, he came back with a huge black ruler.

Seeing that his weapon was not swept away by the black storm, Yang Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the joy on his face could no longer be hidden.

"Thank you, old-timers!"

After seeing this black giant ruler, Yang Ming wanted to struggle to stand up, but because the injuries on his body were too serious, when he just wanted to get up, his chest seemed to be torn apart by life, and he gasped in pain.

"The injuries on your body are not light, the old man just used internal force to help you stabilize, if you dare to move again, be careful that your fragile internal organs will collapse again. Seeing Yang Ming, who wanted to forcibly struggle, the high priest said lightly.

Hearing this, Yang Ming really didn't dare to continue to move, and hurriedly lay back, the cold sweat on his forehead could not dissipate for a long time.

Seeing this, the high priest slowly withdrew his gaze, and finally landed on the black giant ruler in his hand.

The old man's palm kept stroking the black giant ruler, and the high priest's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and after a while, as if thinking of something, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "This weapon, how can the old man have a familiar feeling, as if it is familiar!"

After taking a deep breath, the high priest gently placed it on the ground.

"Little brother, do you know what this is?" After a moment of silence, the high priest crossed over the side of the bed, his palm continued to caress the black ruler and there was a faint heat, his eyes stared at Yang Ming tightly, and asked.

Hearing this, Yang Ming's heart couldn't help but shrink.

"To be honest, the kid didn't know where it came from, and it was purely a coincidence that the kid got it. With a helpless wry smile, Yang Ming slowly spoke.

"The old man took the liberty of asking, I don't know where the little brother got this weapon?" Hearing Yang Ming's explanation, the high priest's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and he asked.

"Yunzhou, Ancient Jedi!" Yang Ming did not hide it in the slightest, and said.

"Ancient Jedi, could it be the burial place of the Stone Sword Venerable?" Hearing this, the high priest seemed to think of something, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately murmured.

"Stone Sword Venerable?" Hearing this name, Yang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and the incomparably huge stone sword of the Ancient Jedi Temple suddenly flashed in his mind......

"Little brother, can you tell the old man about your experience in the Ancient Jedi?" Swallowing slightly, the high priest felt that he might have found some strange clues, and quickly asked.

Hearing this, Yang Ming immediately smiled bitterly, but he didn't hide anything, and briefly told him about his experience in the Ancient Jedi.

"Sure enough, that temple must be the burial place of the Stone Sword Venerable, this disease weapon ......" After hearing Yang Ming's explanation, a look of excitement appeared on the face of the high priest withered, and after a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Providence, it is indeed the will of heaven, Master, you have calculated all your life, known as the first god operator in Kyushu, but there is one thing you miscalculated, all this has a fixed number in the dark, maybe we don't need to promote it......"

"Senior, looking at your appearance, it seems that you know this weapon very well?" his eyes flashed slightly, and Yang Ming hurriedly asked.

Yang Ming was also very curious about the origin of this black giant ruler, and now, seeing the appearance of the white-robed old man, the curiosity in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Hey, it's not just understanding, little brother doesn't know, this black ruler itself is from my fortune teller's lineage, but a big battle many years ago caused it to be completely lost in people's sight, I didn't expect that many years later, there would still be people who could use this weapon, this is purely providence!" Touching the warm black ruler, a flash of memory suddenly flashed on the old face of the high priest, and he immediately said with a sigh.

Quietly listening to the high priest's story, Yang Ming always remained silent, in fact, his heart was very shocked, he didn't expect that this strange weapon was actually from the fortune teller's lineage, is this really fate?

"Little brother, if the old man didn't guess wrong, the exercise you practiced should be called the Nine Secret of the Mountain, right?" the high priest slowly exhaled a breath, and then smiled at Yang Ming and said.

Hearing this, Yang Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, he felt that he had almost no secrets in front of a person, as if he was naked.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming was silent for a long time before nodding with difficulty.

"Hehe, you don't have to wonder why the old man knows this, because only those who have cultivated the Nine Secrets of the Mountains can activate this weapon, and since you can use it, that says it all. Seeing Yang Ming's uneasy expression, the high priest couldn't help but smile and said.

I see!

After listening to the high priest's explanation, Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that the matter was not accidental, but it was like an invisible hand pushing him forward.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming was suddenly shocked in his heart, and said secretly: "Is all this really the will of heaven?"

"Now you should believe that the old man won't harm you, right?" Seeing Yang Ming's expression, the high priest suddenly asked with a smile.

Yang Ming nodded slightly.

Judging from all indications, there is really no need for the high priest to harm him, because, if the latter really wants to harm him, or wants to trap him, then only some simple means are needed, and there is no need to spend this time playing this kind of emotional card with Yang Ming.

Therefore, from this point of view, what the white-robed old man in front of him said should be true, and the black giant ruler in his hand may really be from the hand of the fortune teller.

If that were the case, then the high priest would have no reason to harm him.