The old fortune teller did not leave or make any move. He just kept looking at Mu Lingtian blankly, as if he didn't want to wake Mu Lingtian.
Mu Lingtian held his shoulders with both hands, looking very cold. The sky was slightly bright, and a gust of morning wind woke Mu Lingtian up. Mu Lingtian shook his body and opened his eyes!
A tall black figure stood in front of Mu Lingtian. Mu Lingtian just woke up and was a little frightened. His head hit the tree behind him hard. There was a burst of stars. Mu Lingtian held his head in his hands: "It hurts."
The old man had no expression at all, his face was wrinkled, and he looked a little scary. His voice was hoarse: "Child, are you okay?"
Mu Lingtian raised his head and looked at the old man's face. He was inadvertently frightened. He stood up slowly and shook his head. He didn't dare to speak. Looking at the old man, he thought he was sleeping in someone else's territory again. There were some things he didn't know. Understand, for example, what is going on with the territory, he is a little confused.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to talk to you!" The old man smiled with his wrinkled face, as if he was smiling but not smiling, as if it was not a human face but a ghost face.
Mu Lingtian couldn't trust anyone because he was afraid of bad people. Seeing that Mu Lingtian didn't respond, the old fortune teller continued to smile: "My child, your name is Lingtian, right?"
Mu Lingtian's curiosity made him forget his fear: "How do you know?"
The old fortune teller smiled in a hoarse voice: "Haha, there is nothing I don't know yet. There are only things I don't want to know. There is nothing I don't know."
"Then who are you? Do you know me?" Mu Lingtian looked at the fortune teller curiously.
The old fortune teller shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can tell!"
"Oh, I see. You are the charlatan and fortune teller in the story my mother told you, right?" Mu Lingtian thought of something.
The old fortune teller didn't seem angry. He nodded and shook his head: "Yes, that's not right either. I'm a fortune teller, not a charlatan."
Mu Lingtian was thinking about it: "Oh, is that the one my mother said was very accurate?"
The old fortune teller laughed: "Yes, that's right. Do you want to calculate it?"
"Okay, okay." Mu Lingtian thought of something: "But what can you count? It seems that I have nothing to ask you to count!"
"Write a word on the ground and you'll know it, right?" The fortune teller picked up a wooden stick on the ground and handed it to Mu Lingtian.
Mu Lingtian took the wooden stick, thought for a moment, squatted on the ground, raised his hand horizontally, and a word "天" appeared on the ground.
"Oh my god!" The old fortune teller squatted down, frowned, and studied it carefully. His fingers kept calculating, and the corners of his mouth kept moving. Mu Lingtian curiously waited for the answer: "Are you ready?"
The old fortune teller did not stop until he seemed to have the answer, then he stopped and sighed: "This is destiny, this is destiny."
Mu Lingtian looked at the old fortune teller in confusion: "Why is destiny like this? What did you calculate?"
The old fortune teller came back to his senses and smiled at Mu Lingtian: "I figured you wanted to go home, right?"
"Wow, it works so well. It's really accurate. It turns out you are really not a charlatan." Mu Lingtian clapped his little hands and he witnessed another miracle happening.
"That's right!" The old fortune teller's face seemed to be full of thoughts for a moment: "Since I'm not a charlatan, do you believe what I say? Then you have to remember my next words word for word. .”
Mu Lingtian nodded, and the old fortune teller stood up, staring deeply at Mu Lingtian with one eye on his right side: "If you want to live and take revenge, then from now on, you can't call Mu Lingtian, you You have nothing to do with the Mu family anymore. You are not yourself, and you cannot rely on anyone or trust anyone. You must not let anyone know your identity. You should be merciful and merciful when things happen. Remember? ?”
"Why?" Mu Lingtian looked at the fortune teller strangely. Although he could understand, he didn't understand.
"Now you don't need to know why, you just need to remember it." The old fortune teller took out some broken silver from his pocket and put it on Mu Lingtian's little hand: "Child, I have one more piece of advice. I hope you can If you can keep your original intention alive, you won’t kill for the sake of killing.”
The fortune teller turned around and left. Mu Lingtian stood there. He still needed time to digest it. When he reacted, he looked in the direction of the fortune teller.
The old fortune teller seemed to be motionless because of his old age, but he was walking as fast as flying. In the blink of an eye, he was already ten feet away from Mu Lingtian. The voice of the old fortune teller came from the distance again: "I have one more thing to ask for. You can meet my brother in the future." At this time, if I can remember today's fate and let him go, I will be grateful after my death."
"The storm is beginning, the rivers and lakes are resentful, the stars are falling, and the sky is full of sorrow!" The fortune teller sighed and disappeared!
Of course it was time for Mu Lingtian to set off. As he walked, he thought about what the fortune teller said. Of course, he still didn't know what the fortune teller meant.
Although Mu Lingtian was in poor health, under such pressure, he could only carry himself and rush home. It was almost a day's journey. Mu Lingtian had no food and could only rely on some water he found to satisfy his hunger. , finally after turning the corner, he saw an inn!
In the mountains and forests, there is the only inn on the main traffic road. It is also known as the King of Hell. This is the only way to pass and it is also a supply station when needed, so of course there will be something different here!
There is a signboard floating at the door of the inn, called the First Inn. The inn is very large, very wide, very lively, with noisy sounds, crowds from all walks of life, all kinds of martial arts people, and passing merchants, it seems like this is a grand meeting place.
It was already evening at this time, and many people were eating and drinking in the hall. Mu Lingtian rushed into the inn and was almost kicked out as a beggar. Fortunately, the fortune teller gave him some broken silver, and he finally had something to eat.
After eating and drinking, Mu Lingtian learned for the first time what it means to stay in a hotel. He went to bed early, lay on the soft bed, had sweet dreams, and prepared to go on the road the next day!
As we all know, this No. 1 Inn is also famous as a black shop because of its geographical location. There are only two things useful here. The first is of course money. Without money, you can't enter the inn. The inn is divided into three categories based on money. Sixty-nine and so on. Secondly, of course, rely on strength. Money is not everything. No matter who you are, when you get here, everyone is the same. With strength, no one can do anything to you!
You can fight as much as you want, as long as you pay for the damage. You can even be a wanted criminal and no one will care about you!
In the dead of night, everyone is sleeping, but some people should go to work, because it's time for them to go to work! ~
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