Chapter 248 Storyteller

In the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a square market called Yongxing Square, where all kinds of people gather, including all three religions and nine styles, and it is very lively.

In a corner of Yongxingfang, there was a group of people.

There was a space in the middle of the crowd, and there was a table, an old man wearing a Confucian crown, a long gown, three long beards, and a ruddy face, leaning on the back of the chair.

The old man was pressing the Xingmu on the table with his left hand, shaking a paper fan with his right hand, pointing at the country, and saying something eloquently.

Looking at this dress, with the wake wood on the table, and the folding fan in his hand, you can know that this person is a storyteller, wandering among the people, specializing in some strange and strange things, monster legends.

The stories told by storytellers are mysterious, magnificent and bizarre, which are very attractive to most mortals.

"That battle was fought in darkness and darkness, with landslides and fissures, corpses scattered all over the ground, bloodshed and swept away, extremely tragic!"

The old man waved the paper fan and said loudly: "This strong human race takes a step and makes the void tremble; with a loud shout, he can roar down the stars; turn his hands into clouds, and cover his hands into rain, although that divine dragon is powerful, it can overturn rivers and seas. , harnessing the power of the sun and the moon, but still no match for this person."

The people around listened intently.

"The battle lasted for two days and two nights, and the Shenlong was finally slashed by this man under the sword! Countless blood spattered from the Shenlong, and many creatures couldn't dodge. dead body..."

Many people secretly screamed and exclaimed.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the old man was very proud, shook his folding fan lightly, twisted his long beard, nodded and smiled.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, a sneer came from outside the crowd.

"These illusory things are just fooling mortals. It's ridiculous. Who has such strong physical strength after fighting for two days and two nights? Even the dragon is pulled out, as if you've seen it!"

The person who spoke was a foundation-building monk.

This person happened to pass by here, paused and listened for a while, and couldn't help sneering again and again.

In fact, real cultivators don't bother to listen to these things, they can easily distinguish the true from the false.

Seeing that the old man was exposed, his face turned red, and he seemed to be angry. He stuck his neck and asked, "How do you know I haven't seen it?"

"Oh?"

The foundation-building cultivator squinted at the old man and said with a sneer, "You don't have any spiritual energy in your body. You are not a practitioner of Taoism. I would like to ask you, where did you see the dragon, eh?"

Using the spirit peeping technique, it can be easily detected that this old man is just the most ordinary mortal.

As soon as the old man heard that the other party was a cultivator, he suddenly weakened his momentum, dodged his eyes, retracted his neck, and muttered in a low voice, "I've seen it anyway."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator pouted and left with a sneer.

Not far away, there was a man in a gray robe, with a slightly fat body, white face and no beard, and a folding fan in his hand, walking towards this side.

"Speaker, keep talking!"

Someone couldn't wait and urged on the side.

The old man swept his gaze and saw the person coming, and the Xingmu in his hand suddenly fell, with a clear and loud snap.

"If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next breakdown!"

The old man put Xingmu in his arms, gathered up the paper fan, and waved, "Let's go, let's talk about it another day."

"cut!"

There was a burst of boos from the crowd.

Seeing the old man get up and leave, everyone stopped staying here and dispersed.

The old man got into the crowd and disappeared in three steps.

In an empty corner, the old man and a gray-robed monk met.

"Old man, I failed, I didn't succeed."

The gray-robed cultivator had a bad look on his face, it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the ancient ruins.

The old man twirled three long beards with an unfathomable look, and said with a smile: "I expected it long ago."

"I am!"

When Lin Xuanji heard the words, he jumped up with anger, and said, "You old man is so cruel, you figured it out a long time ago, and you let me go to that broken place? It almost cost me my life!"

"What do you know?"

The old man was dark and calm, and said, "The hexagram I deduced shows that your trip was a near miss. Although it was doomed to fail, it was a worthwhile trip!"

"Is it...?" Lin Xuanji asked, grinding his teeth.

"That's natural, my hexagram is not wrong." The old man was very confident.

Lin Xuanji couldn't bear it any longer, and said loudly, "I didn't even catch shit, I just ate a little egg juice, and a dog ate the rest!"

"What egg juice, what dog?" The old man was sprayed with saliva, a little confused.

Lin Xuanji recounted what happened in the dragon cave of the ancient ruins one by one.

"You ate the dragon egg? You're mad!" The old man shivered in anger, raised his palm, and slapped it fiercely towards Lin Xuanji's big face.

"Hey! Don't fight, don't fight... It's not me, it's that Su Zimo, and a dog..."

Lin Xuanji kept dodging, but to no avail. With a snap, a red five-fingerprint appeared on his left face.

"Old man, I also used the little shifter."

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, the old man went up and slapped again.

A five-fingerprint quickly appeared on Lin Xuanji's right cheek, but it couldn't disappear.

The old man twitched his beard and frowned, "This doesn't make sense. The hexagrams can't be wrong. You should be worth it. Could it be that... the hexagrams refer to that Su Zimo?"

"By the way, old man, this man has a little way, I can't figure out his origin and luck." Lin Xuanji said.

"Anything like that?"

An obscure wave emanated from the center of the old man's eyebrows, which instantly enveloped the entire royal city, and soon, he found Su Zimo in a restaurant.

There was a soft fluff in the old man's eyes, which quickly dispersed and turned into a gray mist.

The old man spread out his palms and began to deduce.

As time passed, the old man's brows became deeper and deeper, his expression became more dignified, and his face became paler.

At the realm of the old man's cultivation, he can deduce a foundation-building cultivator in almost a blink of an eye.

But now, an hour has passed.

Lin Xuanji held his breath and waited quietly, for fear of disturbing the old man.

Another half an hour passed, the old man trembled all over, groaned, the softness in his eyes dissipated, and there were bloodshots, which was terrifying!

"Old man, how are you?"

Lin Xuanji knew that this situation was the result of forced deduction.

Some people have special fates. If they are forced to deduce, if they don't stop in time, it is normal for their eyes to go blind. In serious cases, bad luck may even come!

"It's okay."

The old man waved his hand, let out a long sigh of relief, and said thoughtfully, "This son's life is ordinary, and there is nothing unusual about it at first, but there are experts who changed his life against the sky and made his life change greatly. I can't deduce it. Out."

"Ah?" Lin Xuanji's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief, "Change your life against the sky?"

He knows the weight of the words "defying the sky and changing one's life", and even the old man in front of him can't do it!

"Um?"

At this moment, the old man's expression changed, and his eyes were full of brilliance!