There is never a shortage of stories in this world, and as long as someone is willing to listen, there will be different people telling them.
After leaving the inn in the small town and on the way to Loulan, the fortune teller kept telling some of his stories.
The ups and downs of the plot, coupled with his intentional and unintentional descriptions, made Li Xiuyuan not only interested in the fortune teller in front of him, but also in the dead old man.
It's a pity that that guy has died under Wang Qiang's sword.
After leaving Baixue City, Li Xiuyuan no longer thought about Meiyuan. The matter was left to his junior sister, just like it was left to the Lord of Loulan City back then. He did not need to worry about it.
Right now, his only focus was on Loulan ahead.
It is said that he is timid when he is close to his hometown, but neither Loulan nor Tianyun Mountain can be considered his hometown.
It couldn't even be compared with Luoxia Mountain. He couldn't figure it out before. It wasn't until he left again that he realized that Loulan didn't pick up his master from the mountain, and there was no old man Zhang.
It shows, there is no family affection.
The same goes for Tianyun Mountain. Except for the two masters, everyone else is just calculating. Even junior sister Chen Xiaoyan is plotting against Wang Qiang, otherwise she would not choose to break off the engagement.
While walking and stopping, the bandit killer encountered countless people, but in the end he easily escaped.
Because a bamboo hat blocked all the breath.
When the killers saw the fortune teller's appearance, no one believed that the damn blind boy would actually get together with the fortune teller.
For Li Xiuyuan, it was naturally the best thing not to do anything.
It seems that riding in a carriage is also beneficial, especially when the fortune teller is on the carriage, showing his head and scolding the guys he meets on the road.
Li Xiuyuan had an illusion that this guy made him feel a little more powerful than Gongye Ambition.
On this day, at dusk, Li Xiuyuan stopped the carriage.
The reason is that the consciousness he released felt like he was on the edge of the hillside where he first met Murong Zhilan and Baili Yunyan.
A small stream gurgled by, and a tent could be set up on the slope for the night. There was still half a day to get to Loulan, and he didn't want to leave.
The coachman didn't care. He looked at the two people and said with a smile: "If we go further, we still have to find a place to spend the night."
So the fortune teller asked the driver to drive the carriage away from the official road, untie the two horses, and let them go to the stream to drink water and run wild on the grass.
I couldn't help but wonder: Why is this guy so familiar with this place? Did he also spend the night here?
The driver could spend the night with the horses beside the carriage, and the two of them had to pitch their own tents. Fortunately, the fortune teller was very skilled.
After Li Xiuyuan washed up and lit a fire by the stream, he had already completed these things.
The two of them were standing by the fire boiling water and making porridge. The fortune teller said, "I said, have you been here before?"
"Yes." Li Xiuyuan replied: "A long time ago, when I left Loulan, I met a group of disciples from the Wuji Holy Land here."
The fortune teller suddenly understood and said to himself: "I didn't expect that you are still very nostalgic? The question is, how old are you this year?"
Li Xiuyuan was concentrating on making tea, but the fortune teller suddenly remembered, how old is this guy in front of him?
Smiling faintly, Li Xiuyuan replied: "Aren't you a fortune teller? Can you do the math?"
The fortune teller shook his head, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "From the moment I met you outside Niujiao Town, I decided not to count you anymore."
"Why?" Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that he didn't lie to you either?
The divine fortune teller replied while cooking porridge: "Not all people and things can be reckoned, just like we can't reckon ourselves, at least not big things."
In fact, he really wanted to say that he had calculated it several times, but the results were wrong.
If Yinlang died, if he calculated wrongly, Gongye Yewang would have a life-and-death fight with Li Xiuyuan, and if he calculated wrongly, the monk of Yase Temple would lose to Li Xiuyuan. So, I decided to forget about this journey.
"It doesn't matter."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and looked up at the horizon.
The sunset is about to set, and the days that I think about every day are not easy to live with.
Might as well not count it.
While the two were talking, Li Xiuyuan suddenly said: "Ask the driver to drive the horse to the hillside, stay away from us, immediately."
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's nervous look, Shen Shuanzi immediately yelled at the coachman. The coachman listened without saying a word and led the two horses up the slope.
When he goes out, he naturally has to be obedient, not to mention that the person in front of him is a fortune teller.
"What's wrong?" Shen Shuzi asked with a frown.
"There is murderous intent in the wind, and someone is catching up from Snow White City."
Li Xiuyuan has been extremely sensitive to blood and murderous intent since he was a child, not to mention how many people want his head right now.
The fortune teller pinched his nose and took a few breaths in the air, shouting, "It doesn't smell! Is your nose worse than mine? Or..."
After saying that, he started counting with his fingers. This was his subconscious action and his intuition.
This kind of intuition has saved him countless times and allowed him to escape from danger, so he will not count himself down easily.
In just the blink of an eye, the expression on his face became more and more serious, and Li Xiuyuan couldn't see his expression at all.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Li Xiuyuan said calmly.
The fortune teller stopped talking. He was alert and looked up in the direction he came from.
After a while, he murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that today's trouble would come to me." As he spoke, the fortune teller lowered his voice unconsciously.
After saying that, he sighed heavily and said with a wry smile: "How can you be free from worries when you are in the world?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that the divine fortune teller had foreseen the trouble at hand and came to see him.
He originally thought that he was going to fight with the guys who were chasing him, but unexpectedly, he came to cause trouble for this guy.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Aren't you going to wash your hands in a golden basin and stop being a killer?"
The divine fortune teller sighed and shook his head: "Some troubles cannot be solved by washing your hands in a golden basin. For the killer, there is only life or death."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, finally understanding the reasoning.
Along the way, haven't you met any reasonable people? Even the nameless monk from Yase Temple who was willing to reason had to fight before he gave up?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan laughed lightly.
"Don't be nervous. Since you don't want to look back, I can help you solve the trouble you are facing."
In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, there is no difference between being beaten once and being beaten ten times. At least the two of them are walking together, and the fortune teller can be regarded as half a friend.
Not to mention, the only person who can come after the fortune teller is the killer.
Bandits will not have trouble with a fortune teller, because most bandits believe in fate, so they will not have trouble with a fortune teller.
Except for killers, those guys who are not afraid of heaven and earth and only believe in themselves.
The fortune teller didn't reply for a while, but just stared into the distance for a while, and then sighed heavily.
He said quietly: "I'll try it myself first. If it doesn't work, you can help me again."
After he finished, he shook his head and said to himself: "Otherwise, you helped me this time. Next time I encounter danger alone, I have to face it myself!"
In the opinion of the fortune teller, Li Xiuyuan could ignore the ambush of more than a dozen killers on the boat in Tongtian River, and he could not give in easily.
Although he has washed his hands and is no longer a killer, he will not be a lamb to be slaughtered.
Li Xiuyuan nodded, thinking that this guy seemed to be a bloody man.
If it were him, wouldn't it be the same thing?
He poured two cups of spiritual tea into the cup and smiled: "The danger is still on the road, so drink a cup of hot tea first. As long as people are still there, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."
The fortune teller picked up the cup in front of him and blew a breath, thought for a while and cursed: "What the hell, just do it."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, picked up the cup and took a sip of the hot spiritual tea.
At this moment, he thought of the endless troubles Xiao Hei encountered in Beiqi when he left him, but how he survived in the end.
Even with his legs broken, he still fought his way back to the old man Hong Yuanhai?
"Perhaps, they should have inquired about us at the inn in that small town, and then chased us all the way." After drinking half a cup of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said something.
...
Before the two of them had finished drinking two courses of spiritual tea, the sound of rapid horse hooves could be heard on the official road.
Appearing in Li Xiuyuan's consciousness, five horses came down the official road and, together with their owners, forced them towards the two people by the stream.
The divine fortune teller's expression suddenly changed, he lifted up the front of his gown and tied it to his belt, revealing a future unsheathed spiritual sword in his hand.
"Fortune teller!"
A middle-aged man in gray clothes jumped off the horse and looked a little younger than the fortune teller.
But his aquiline nose and cold eyes proved to others that he was not someone to be trifled with. The visitor stopped thirty feet away from the fire.
The spiritual sword in his hand pointed at the fortune teller, and he shouted coldly: "Come on, tell your own fate. Did you think that we would come to take your life?"
"Yu Heizi!" Shen Shuanzi glanced at the spiritual sword in his hand and shook his head.
Slowly walked towards the middle-aged man named Yu Heizi, and said: "I have washed my hands in a golden basin and no longer interfere in the affairs of the world, so why do you have to push me so hard?"
A hint of ridicule appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he laughed with the four masked men behind him: "This guy said he has washed his hands in a golden basin!"
In an instant, four masked men jumped off their horses not far away and laughed wildly.
One of the guys yelled crazily: "Let him ask, did our dead brother agree?"
While talking, the four of them stepped forward step by step and stopped ten feet away from the divine fortune teller, but they were still laughing wildly. ..
As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, Li Xiuyuan sighed, thinking that the world is a jungle, and if you want to leave, others will definitely let you leave.
The mountain breeze blew through his green shirt, and there was a hint of coldness on the divine fortune teller's face.
But Li Xiuyuan knew that this guy couldn't hide the burning flame in his heart.
He sighed and looked at the woods not far away. The killers who came to assassinate him back then had probably entered reincarnation long ago, but the mountains and forests here remained the same, as if nothing had changed.
Storms and clouds were rolling in the sky, as if the five guys in front of them were murderous and vowed to chop off the fortune teller's head.
Unexpectedly, he also became a passerby for a time, and could quietly watch the killer chasing his life.
Stretching out the spiritual sword in his hand, the fortune teller also knew that this old thing had to be settled, so he took another step forward.
A chill spread along the spiritual sword in his hand to the middle-aged man's feet.
The mountain wind blows, blowing the beard and hair of the fortune teller up and down, and the aura of the whole person rises steadily at this moment. Since he wants to fight, he will use his strongest moves.
A whirlwind blew out of nowhere on the mountain and swept towards the five people in the confrontation.
Taking a deep breath, the fortune teller said: "Yu Heizi, have you ever thought about what will happen if you don't go back today?"
The middle-aged man pulled out the spiritual sword in his hand and pointed it at the fortune teller.
He shouted coldly: "I don't know what the outcome will be. I only know that if I don't kill you to avenge my dead brother, I won't be able to sleep well for the rest of my life!"
