Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 248

In the northwest corner of the Da Zhou Dynasty, there was a Fang City, called Yongxing Fang, which gathered all kinds of people.

In a corner of Yongxingfang, surrounded by a group of people.

A field was vacated in the middle of the crowd, and a table was set up. An old man was wearing a Confucian crown, wearing a long shirt, three beards, and a ruddy complexion, leaning on the back of the chair.

The old man pressed the waking wood on the table with his left hand, and shook a paper fan in his right hand, pointing at the mountains and rivers. He was talking about what was going on, and everyone around him was fascinated and enchanted.

Looking at this dress, coupled with the wake-up table on the table, and the folding fan in his hand, I know that this person is a storyteller, walking around the folk, specializing in some things that are strange and legendary.

The storytellers tell stories that are fascinating and strange, and they are very attractive to most mortals.

"The battle was so dark, the landslide broke, there were corpses on the ground, the blood blew, and it was terrible!"

The old man waved a paper fan and said loudly: "This strong human race takes a step to tremble the void; a loud scream can roar the stars; turning his hands to the clouds and covering his hands to the rain, although the dragon is strong, it can turn the river into the sea , The strength of the sun and the moon, but still not against this person. "

The surrounding people listened attentively.

"A battle lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragon was finally chopped under this sword by the man! The blood of the dragon was splashing with countless blood, and many creatures could not escape it. The blood was splashed, and the body could not bear the power of the blood of the dragon. To die ... "

Many people secretly screamed and exclaimed.

Seeing the crowd's response, the old man was very proud, shaking the fan slightly, twisting his long beard, and bowing his head and smiling.

"Ha ha……"

Just then, a laugh came from outside the crowd.

"It's ridiculous that these imaginary things are fooling mortals. It's been two days and two nights in battle, who has such a strong physical strength? Even the Shenlong has been pulled out, as if you've seen it!"

The speaker is a monk.

This person happened to pass by here, paused to listen for a while, can not help but sneer.

In fact, true practitioners don't bother to listen to these things, they can easily distinguish between true and false.

When the old man was pierced, he couldn't help turning his face red, and seemed to be ashamed and angry. He asked with a stern neck, "How do you know I haven't seen it?"

"Oh?"

The monk at Zhuji squinted at the old man and sneered: "You don't have any aura in your body, but I am a monk, I want to ask you, where did you see the dragon, eh?"

The use of peeping can be easily detected, this old man is just the most ordinary mortal.

When the old man heard that the other party was a true practitioner, he suddenly weakened, with his eyes dodging, retracting his neck, and muttering in a low voice, "I've seen it anyway."

The foundation monk pouted and sneered away.

Not far away, there was a man in a gray robe, slightly fat, without a white face, and with a folding fan in his hand, walking towards this side.

"Storyteller, keep talking!"

Someone can't wait, urging aside.

The old man's gaze swept away, and when he saw someone, the awake wood in his hand suddenly fell, and he cracked loudly.

"I want to know what happened, and listen to it next time!"

The old man put Awake in his arms, gathered the paper fan, and waved, "Let's go, talk about it later."

"cut!"

There was a hiss in the crowd.

When the old man got up and left, everyone stopped staying here and dispersed.

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

In an unoccupied corner, the old man met a gray robe monk.

"Old man, failed, failed."

The monk with gray robes was embarrassed, and it was Lin Xuanji who had just escaped from the ancient ruins.

The old man twisted three long beards and looked inscrutable, and said with a smile: "I had expected it."

"I am!"

Lin Xuanji heard the words, and immediately jumped up angrily, and said, "You old man is so hard-hearted that he has already pushed the show and asked me to go to that broken place? It almost killed me!"

"What do you know?"

The old man was dark and calm, and said, "The hexagrams I have shown show that your trip is astonishing. Although destined to fail, it is not a worthwhile trip!"

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

"That's natural, and my hexagrams can't be wrong." The old man was confident.

Lin Xuanji couldn't help it anymore, and said loudly, "I didn't even get the shit, so I ate a little egg juice, or a dog eats the rest!"

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

Lin Xuanji talked about what happened in the dragon cave of the ancient relics one by one.

"Have you eaten the dragon eggs? Demented!" The old man shouted furiously, raised his palm, and yanked it towards Lin Xuanji's big face.

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

Lin Xuanji kept dodging, but to no avail, a slamming noise, a red fingerprint on his left face.

"Old man, I have used the small shift symbol."

"Snapped!"

The old man said nothing, slap up again.

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

The old man twisted his beard and frowned, "It doesn't make sense. The hexagram is not wrong. You should be worthy of this trip. Is it ... what the hexagram refers to falls on that Su Zimo?"

"By the way, old man, this person is kind of doorway. I can't figure out his origin and luck." Lin Xuanji said.

"Anything like this?"

The old man's eyebrows sent out a vague wave, which instantly covered the whole city. Soon, he found Su Zimo in a restaurant.

A little fluff appeared in the old man's eyes, and quickly dispersed, turning into a gray mist.

The old man spread his palms and deduced.

Over time, the old man's brow became deeper and deeper, his expression became more dignified, and his face became paler.

Taking the old man's practice as his realm, he deduced a foundation-building monk, and it was almost completed in 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 later, the old man trembled and groaned, the softness in his eyes dispersed, and even bloodshots appeared, terrifying and terrifying!

"Old man, how are you?"

Lin Xuanji knows that this situation is the result of forced deduction.

Some people have special life styles. If they are deduced forcibly and they do n’t close their hands in time, it is normal to lose their eyes. Serious or even bad luck may come!

"Anyway."

The old man waved his hand, exhaled a long breath, and meditated, "This son's life is normal, but there is nothing strange at first, but there is a master who changed his life against the sky, which made his life change greatly. Out."

"Ah?" Lin Xuanji opened his eyes wide and asked incredulously, "Changing his life against the sky?"

He knows the weight of these four words to change lives, even the old man in front of him cannot do it!

"Ok?"

At this moment, the old man's look changed, and his eyes were brilliant!

(End of this chapter)