Out of the city, the old fortune teller's footsteps did not stop for a moment, pulling the little boy all the way to the east. His steps are extremely fast, and he doesn't care if the little boy can keep up with him, I really can't understand that his body of more than half a hundred years old actually runs faster than the young man. The little boy was tough, and although his feet were swollen, he remained silent and continued to follow the old fortune teller.

The old fortune teller ran wildly, he didn't pay attention to the little boy's situation, but just thought: "That thing is extremely secret, few people should know about it, I must do my best to get it!" It was hard for the little boy, but he was tough by nature, and even if it was painful, he would not say it.

The little boy had long known that his stepfather was a very human being, because the fortune teller often ran with the little boy like this when no one was paying attention, and every time the little boy had a feeling of flying in the sky, and over time he got used to it. But like today, it was the first time that I was in such a hurry and didn't stop for a moment. The little boy endured the pain and didn't shout, but when the fortune teller stopped to recover his spiritual power, his eyes flashed bright red, and then something miraculous happened: the swelling and pain of his feet could quickly reduce the swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then, and then the swollen feet healed!

Two days later, in the town at the foot of Gujian Mountain, an old fortune teller appeared. The town under Gujian Mountain has a lot of people, and it is really normal for an old fortune teller to appear. But the fortune teller was followed by a little boy, which attracted people's attention. Soon, many people had gathered in front of the old man's fortune-telling booth, but no one stepped forward.

Finally, a middle-aged man broke the silence, took a teenager to the fortune-telling booth, and said respectfully: "Master. ”

The old fortune teller looked up at him and said, "What does this gentleman want to ask? Future, fortune, or peach blossoms?"

The middle-aged man blushed and said, "The master said that he was already married, but today he brought the dog to this ancient sword sect, and I want to ask how likely it is for the dog to enter the ancient sword sect?" The fortune teller took a closer look at the young man behind the middle-aged man, and found that his root bones only belonged to the middle and lower levels, and the general sect would not accept them, let alone this ancient sword sect, although the people are now in decline a little, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the rotten ship also has three points of nails, so the bad people are also the six holy places, aren't they? However, this young man's root bone is obviously much better than his father's root bone, and this middle-aged man is not even an inferior root bone, in other words, unless someone helps him wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, he will have the slightest possibility of cultivation, and there is no more than a one percent chance. But would anyone do such a thankless task? The old fortune teller estimated that this middle-aged man knew that he had no hope of cultivating in this life, so he put his will on his own children, hoping to fulfill his dream.

The middle-aged man saw that the fortune teller didn't speak for a long time, and he was a little anxious: "Master, how is it, is there any hope?"

The fortune teller retracted his eyes and said lightly, "It's difficult!"

The middle-aged man was like being hit by nine thunderbolts, and he felt a black in front of him: "Why, why!"

The old fortune teller said bluntly: "Presumably you have also taken him away from many sects, don't you know? This ancient sword sect is one of the six holy places, and it is not accepted if it is not a root bone, you are only a medium root bone, and you can't pass the first level, what else are you talking about worshipping the entrance wall and practicing the art of becoming an immortal?"

The middle-aged man was disheartened, took out a bunch of money and put it in front of the fortune-telling booth, grabbed the young man's hand and wanted to leave. But the young man said, "Daddy, I don't believe it, I can't do it before I try it!" The middle-aged man already knew the situation, he smiled bitterly, and didn't know how to tell the young man, there are some things in the world that don't need to be tried to know the result.

Before the middle-aged man could speak, a childish voice sounded: "Yes, how do you know if you can't do it without trying?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw that it was a little boy next to the fortune-telling stall, and his bright eyes gave people the deepest impression. Hearing what the little boy said, the young man said, "Daddy, I'm going to give it a try, maybe I can join the Ancient Sword Sect!" After all, the middle-aged man couldn't compete with the parents who wanted their son Jackie Chan, and after hesitating for a while, he finally nodded.

After the father and son left, many people flocked to the sect, without exception, asking if their children could enter the Ancient Sword Sect. Of course, the fortune teller is happy to make money, and one after another who comes to tell fortunes, of course, the money rolls in. Before you know it, the sun has set westward, the tired birds have returned to the forest, and the flow of people in front of the fortune-telling booth has gradually dispersed. The old fortune teller closed the stall, took the little boy to the inn, and then went upstairs to sleep after eating some food indiscriminately. The little boy had been dragged and run for two days, and was already exhausted, and as soon as he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep in a short time.

The fortune teller old man was in good spirits, without a trace of tiredness, seeing that the little boy had already slept, he pushed open the window, jumped out, and then went straight to Gujian Mountain, this speed was twice as fast as when he ran with the little boy, ordinary people only felt that a flower in front of him, he flashed over.

The Ancient Sword Mountain had long been surrounded by the Great Mountain Protection Array, and as soon as an outsider broke in, the Ancient Sword Sect would immediately know about it. Not only the Ancient Sword Sect, but also the other six holy lands, but the formation was different. According to legend, the ancient sword sect is the immortal sword left by the ancient immortals, so the formation is the ancient array of ten thousand swords, once outsiders break through, they will definitely besiege ten thousand swords, even if you are a master of crossing the void realm, you can't retreat with your whole body. It's just that the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array is controlled by no one, if someone manipulates it, such as Yang Xianyang, the head of the Ancient Sword Sect, his own strength is already as high as Du Xu, once the sword formation is launched, it can almost fight against more than ten great masters of the Mahayana period! This is the power of the sword array, and it is also the reason why outsiders dare not provoke the ancient sword faction.

Why did the fortune teller old man dare to go up to the Ancient Sword Mountain? Obviously, he knew that the sword array could not cover the entire Ancient Sword Mountain, after all, the Ancient Sword Mountain stretched for 800 miles, how could there be a sword array that could cover such a large area? If someone said yes, they were either idiots or fools, or they didn't know the height of the sky at all. Although the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array was great, it only covered the main buildings of the Ancient Sword Sect, even if it was a little bigger, its power would be drastically reduced, and there would be no deterrent effect. The fortune teller saw this point before he dared to break into Gujian Mountain single-handedly.

Soon, he came to a mountain col, not far away is the range of the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array, the fortune teller old man is hidden in a big tree, his eyes seem to be straight through the sword array, looking into an abyss. There was a faint sound of sword qi whistling from this abyss, and the exit had been sealed, this was the place where the ancient sword sect had imprisoned demons for generations: Trapped Demon Abyss! What is the fortune teller doing here? Could it be that the things he wants to take are under the Trapped Demon Abyss?

The fortune teller slowly retracted his gaze, and looked at the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array unwillingly, he thought to himself that he didn't have the strength to break through the Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Array, let alone unlock the seal that sealed the trapped demon abyss. He sped down the tree, then ran back. After a short time, he returned to the inn and jumped in softly through the window. The little boy slept soundly, and the fortune teller looked at the little boy with a rare trace of kindness, and then helped the little boy cover the quilt that he had kicked open. The fortune teller didn't know what he was thinking, and he stayed alone for a long time before he blew out the candle and lay down in bed.

The next day, it was only one day before the Ancient Sword Sect opened the mountain to select disciples, and there were more people who came to tell fortunes, and the old fortune teller didn't even have time to stop eating from morning to afternoon. Fortunately, the little boy was tough by nature, and he endured his hunger and did not complain.

In the evening, when he returned to the inn and had eaten, the little boy did not lie down and fall asleep like yesterday, but was playing with a piece of jade pendant. He didn't know who gave him this jade pendant, he only knew that this jade pendant would not leave him since he was a child. The little boy had no father or mother since he was a child, and according to the old fortune teller, he was passing through a small town, picked him up in the wilderness outside the city, and then pulled him up. And this jade pendant was worn around his neck from the beginning. There is nothing surprising about the jade pendant, but the appearance is quite ancient, it is the image of a dragon, and three words are engraved on it in seal script, "Linghu Heng". The little boy stroked the jade pendant, he was fantasizing about the appearance of his parents, he didn't blame his parents for leaving him, he just wanted to know why.

The old fortune teller pushed open the door and saw the little boy playing with the jade pendant, and his expression couldn't help but flash a trace of struggle. But soon, he returned to his usual routine, walked up to the little boy, and said, "Heng'er!"

The little boy was too involved to notice the fortune teller coming in, and when he heard this shout, he came back to his senses: "Father-in-law, do you have something to do with me?" The little boy has been running around with the fortune teller over the years, and he is much more mature than children of the same age, he has learned to read his face, not to mention that he has a pair of innate eyes, so what the fortune teller is thinking in his heart, the little boy has already guessed seven, seven, eight, eight. He knew that the fortune teller must have something to do with him.

Sure enough, the fortune teller said, "Heng'er, you should have been with your father-in-law for eight or nine years, right?" The little boy didn't know what the fortune teller was going to say, so he nodded. The old fortune teller continued: "The eagle always has to spread its wings and fly high, and it is not a way for you to always follow your father-in-law, your father-in-law wants you to enter the Ancient Sword Sect, go there to learn a skill, if you can enter Sendai one day, your father-in-law can also get a little light." What do you think?"

The little boy obviously didn't expect the fortune teller to say this, and after half a ring, his tears flowed: "No, father-in-law, I want to follow you!" Although the little boy's mind far exceeds that of his peers, he is still a child after all, and the only thing a child can do when he encounters something troublesome is to cry.

The fortune teller said: "Heng'er, my father-in-law knows that I have suffered you all these years, and I have followed my father-in-law to run around, and now my father-in-law has something very important to do, how about you be obedient and enter the Ancient Sword Sect to learn immortal arts?"

The little boy wiped his tears, knowing that no matter what he said, the fortune teller old man was going to put him in the Ancient Sword Sect, so he couldn't help but ask: "Father-in-law, when will you pick me up?"

The fortune teller sighed, and after a long time, he said leisurely: "I don't know, maybe a year, maybe two or three years, or maybe decades." Heng'er, you remember, men are ambitious in all directions, and the four seas are their homes, don't shed tears lightly. Do you remember?" the little boy nodded, and the fortune teller said with a look on his face: "Go to sleep, tomorrow is the time for the Ancient Sword Sect to open the mountain and select disciples, and the righteous father knows that you will definitely be chosen." ”

The little boy lay silently on the bed, thinking about what he had just said, but he couldn't help crying, crying and crying, and fell asleep in a daze.

How could the old man not know that the little boy was crying? He sighed softly, blew out the candle, and lay down. At this time, the moonlight outside the window was just right, and the light spilled into the window.

Nothing was said all night.