City B, a bustling metropolis, has skyscrapers towering under the night.
On the edge of this metropolis, there is an inconspicuous satellite city. Compared to the steel forest of the metropolis, this satellite city has a more human flavor. Despite the sultry weather at night, there are still many pedestrians on the streets.
Like a normal person, Chu Feng, dressed in Taoist robes, walked in the night. It had been two hours since he came to Zhetian World. He was not in a hurry to find his apprentice like before, or in other words, he didn't plan to look for him again this time. apprentice.
Just like in the beginning, everything happens on your own.
After walking for a while, we came to a park near a large square. Not surprisingly, it was occupied by various lively scenes.
There were about a hundred people dancing in the square, which was very spectacular. Many of them were young and beautiful, wearing hot clothes. They seemed to be deliberately twisting and turning in front of a group of aunts. Naturally, the onlookers were They were smiling happily and kept taking pictures with their mobile phones, but the aunts looked unhappy.
Further ahead, someone drove a car and set up a stage on the spot, singing on it, and interacting with the onlookers in the audience from time to time. With the blessing of the microphone, the host was extremely excited.
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Near the pavilion on the west side, there were a lot of people, especially middle-aged people, and the sound of singing and singing could be heard from inside.
A not-so-young young man and a pair of middle-aged men and women were also watching. Compared to the young people who passed by and left instantly, this not-so-young young man seemed very interested, and from time to time he interacted with the people next to him. An exploration of opera among middle-aged men and women.
"Ye Fan, Emperor Ye Tian, finally found you."
Chu Feng looked at Ye Fan from a distance. He was wearing white half-sleeves, flip-flops, and large brown pants. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand dangling. He was discussing opera with the person who should be his father. He looked very good. serious.
After watching for a while, Chu Feng scanned Ye Fan up and down with his spiritual consciousness and found that Ye Fan was indeed extraordinary and could maintain world peace in the future. Unfortunately, he was suppressed by a magical power of law. This power was so powerful that, He, a Mahayana monk with half the strength of a true immortal, couldn't break it.
Yes, some time ago, Chu Feng had completed the journey of transcending the tribulation period and reached the final stage of cultivation, the Mahayana stage. The next step is to ascend and become a so-called true immortal.
I just don’t know what kind of cultivation level a true immortal is in this world. A mortal immortal is still a saint, or even lower. After all, this is a world where besides being unable to live forever, one has extraordinary combat power.
Crossing the void and destroying stars are commonplace.
After standing for a while, Chu Feng walked towards the roadside stall. In addition to those selling food, toys, clothes and drinks, there were a row of bottles and cans in front of him.
Seeing that there was an empty seat next to the middle-aged man selling drinks, Chu Feng walked towards the woods across the road and came back not long after, carrying a mat and a yellowed Bagua drawing.
When he came to the person selling drinks, Chu Feng laid down beside him and sat down as if no one else was there.
"Take a look, take a look. The ancestral medicinal wine pack is very effective. It saves you time to go to the hospital and you don't have to queue up for urine tests. One bottle will last you three years. Hey, hey, what are you doing? Who asked you to sit next to me. "
The middle-aged man selling drinks stared at Chu Feng with an unhappy look on his face.
Chu Feng turned his head and looked over. He saw the middle-aged man selling the liquor, about forty years old, wearing a black tunic suit on a hot day. He was holding the liquor in one hand and pointing at himself with the other, looking very unhappy.
"You sell drinking wine, and you are a poor fortune teller. They have nothing to do with each other."
Chu Feng said a few words in a neutral tone.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man selling Dieda Liquor turned sideways and tugged at the vertical sign. The original words of the secret recipe of Dieda Liquor changed to "Test fortune, read palms, and read Feng Shui."
"I'm good at fortune, palmistry, and Feng Shui."
Chu Feng was greatly offended by this middle-aged man who sold drinks, and he also had a part-time job.
At this moment, Ye Fan and his parents, who were wearing big underpants, came over. Ye Fan walked to the stall selling hippopotamus wine, looked at it for a while, and said with a smile: "Since you can measure fortune, read palms, and read fortune, You should know a lot about Feng Shui, Zhouyi, Bagua and other things."
Obviously, Ye Fan, who was more interested in ancient culture, especially things like the Book of Changes, suddenly became interested when he saw the fortune teller.
When he saw a business coming to his door, the middle-aged man selling drinks stopped quarreling with Chu Feng and turned to Ye Fan with a smile on his face: "Luck, palmistry, Feng Shui, I am good at everything, Zhouyi gossip, it's no big deal. .As the first guest tonight, I can give you a free photo reading."
When Ye Fan heard that there was no need for money, he seemed to have forgotten about discussing Zhou Yi, and extended his white hand with interest.
The middle-aged man selling drinks stretched out his two big hands to hold Ye Fan's hand, half-squinted his eyes, touched it, and pondered for a while before sighing and saying: "Brother, look at your palmistry." , within a few days, you will have a bloody disaster."
"A bloody disaster, right?"
Ye Fan just smiled, without the slightest hint of anger.
Ye Fan's mother, who was standing behind, was unhappy.
"Why do you talk like this? You don't look good to others, and you talk about bloody disasters."
The soda seller glanced at Ye Fan's mother, took out a handful of something like coins from his pocket, threw it on the table, and said mysteriously: "In this great misfortune, there is good fortune, which is what is called misfortune." Blessings depend on where misfortune lies, and the hexagram says that your son will go far away and be located due south, and you will suffer the pain of separation."
Chu Feng's expression changed slightly, and he released his spiritual consciousness to carefully examine the middle-aged man selling drinks. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It turned out that he was a monk, but unfortunately his cultivation was shallow and he couldn't stand on the stage.
In the world of Xianxia, although the earth is in the age of Dharma-ending, it is not surprising that there are some monks in the corner.
This person can spy out where Ye Fan is going next, and he should have certain attainments in Zhouyi gossip.
interesting!
"You knew I was going on a long trip, and you knew it was in the south?"
Ye Fan looked like he had seen a ghost. He had been away from the university campus for three years and was preparing to attend an important class reunion.
This time he came back because his father was ill. He came back temporarily for a visit and left tomorrow. Unexpectedly, he encountered something that he couldn't explain clearly.
"I'll show you my palm again. Well, my hands are a little dry. I have twenty-one bottles of cream."
The middle-aged man who was selling liqueur conjured up a small white bottle with the manufacturer's logo blurred on it.
Ye Fan, who was still shocked just now, twitched the corner of his mouth, and the painting style changed too quickly. How could this blink of an eye turn into a sales pitch.
"Xiao Fan, this guy looks like a liar at first glance. He doesn't even have serious clothes. Look at the little Taoist priest next to him. He is a good-looking man and is wearing a Taoist robe. He looks professional at first glance."
Hearing the pain of separation, Ye Fan's mother had a worse impression of the middle-aged man selling drinks, and turned her finger to Chu Feng.
"he"
Ye Fan lost interest when he saw that Chu Feng was young, less than twenty years old.
Chu Feng was about to speak when he felt a sharp gaze sweeping over him. He secretly smiled in his heart. This old boy looked even more displeased with him now.
"You will travel far, and you will be located due south."
Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Repeat what I said, you are shameless!"
The middle-aged man selling drinks stood up angrily and stared at Chu Feng.
