Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The expressions of Li Wanjun and Yuan Xiaolou instantly turned ugly.

Li Wanjun's father is the current majesty, and her mother is the queen. Since it was not the parents who suffered a bloody disaster, but the relatives of the grandparents generation, then the problem arises.

Her grandpa and grandma had passed away many years ago, so it was naturally impossible to refer to these two people.

The only ones left are grandpa and grandma.

Li Wanjun’s grandmother is Qin Mingyue!

Now that Qin Mingyue is still in the hands of Cangyun Sect, Yuan Xiaolou sneaked into Cangyun Sect to find out about Qin Mingyue and wait for an opportunity to rescue her.

There are rumors that Qin Mingyue and the Qianmianmen are traitors in the human world, and they will use them to commemorate the heroes who died in the war on April 1st when the human world gathers.

It is now less than a month away from April 1st.

This old man could tell so many things just by looking at his palm prints.

Originally, Li Wanjun was just playfully thinking about fortune telling, but now she suddenly took it seriously.

She handed Baobao Yang to the guards behind her and sent the guards far away so that they could not get close.

Then he said in a deep voice: "The old gentleman has a keen eye, but is there a way to resolve this calamity?"

The old storyteller pretended to shake his head and pinched his fingers, saying: "It's difficult, it's difficult. This is a thousand-year catastrophe. It's destined to be difficult."

Li Wanjun immediately placed several banknotes on the table.

The old storyteller's eyes lit up and he reached out to get the banknote, but was held down by Li Wanjun.

Li Wanjun said: "If you want these banknotes, show your skills."

The old storyteller said: "I just realized the way of heaven and deduced it carefully. I feel that although this catastrophe only happens once in a thousand years, there is still a way to resolve it."

Li Wanjun said: "Tell me and listen."

The old storyteller sighed and said, "One person."

Li Wanjun said: "What?"

The old storyteller said: "The catastrophe is destined to happen. I can only protect one person from danger for the time being. I wonder which relative you want to protect?"

Li Wanjun said in surprise: "You just said that two of my grandparents are about to suffer a bloody disaster. Are you sure they are two?"

The old storyteller said categorically: "It's two people. I can't get it wrong. Either my wife's grandparents or my grandma and grandpa. There will be a bloody disaster in the past month."

Li Wanjun murmured to herself: "Is my grandpa not dead yet?"

Li Wanjun's mother, Queen Li, had asked her mother Qin Mingyue countless times who her father was.

But Qin Mingyue never mentioned who she had a romantic relationship with before giving birth to Queen Li.

As a result, Li Wanjun now doesn't know who her grandfather is.

This old storyteller seemed to have some ability, and everything he measured was accurate, which made Li Wanjun have to wonder if her grandfather was still alive.

Seeing the change in Li Wanjun's expression, she remained silent.

The old storyteller then said: "With my way of doing things, I can only save one person's life. Who do you want to save, madam?"

Li Wanjun said slowly: "Grandma." The old storyteller nodded, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, then stuffed it into the brocade bag, tied it up, and said: "Mrs., keep this brocade bag with you until the great calamity." It can only be opened when it arrives, and it may be able to save the life of my wife and grandma.

Machines and countless human lives must not be dismantled in advance, otherwise it will not work. "

Yuan Xiaolou suddenly said: "If we say goodbye today, I'm afraid I won't be able to find you again. I think you are just an old liar who cheats money."

The old storyteller was not angry, and said: "I don't have to make any profit from these banknotes, but the trick I gave you may be the last chance of survival. Whether you believe it or not, it's up to you."

Li Wanjun slowly removed her palm from the banknote, took the bag of tips from the old storyteller's hand, and said, "It's only a few hundred taels of silver, it doesn't matter."

Li Wanjun and Yuan Xiaolou stood up to leave.

At this moment, the old storyteller said: "Girl, why don't you make a comment? I feel that the black energy in you is much stronger than that of this lady, and the situation you are facing is much more complicated than that of her. Even There is fear for one’s life.”

Yuan Xiaolou said: "Oh, you still want to tell my fortune? I never believe in fate. But I cheated Wan Jun a lot of money today, so I will let you tell my fortune."

The old storyteller stretched out his hand and made a gesture to sit down.

Yuan Xiaolou and Li Wanjun sat down again.

The old storyteller said: "What do you want, girl?"

Yuan Xiaolou said: "I'm going to do something big recently. I don't know what the outcome will be or whether it will be successful. Please help me figure it out."

The old storyteller nodded and took out a turtle shell and several ancient coins from his arms.

Yuan Xiaolou counted and found that the ancient coins that the old man stuffed into the turtle shell were not the usual six, but nine.

Yuan Xiaolou sneered and said: "Old sir, you must have messed up. Six lines are the ultimate hexagram. I have never seen nine hexagram coins."

The old storyteller laughed and said: "Chickens don't pee, each has its own way. There are six Yao algorithms for six Yao lines, and nine Yao lines for nine Yao lines."

He shook the turtle shell gently, and the nine ancient copper coins inside made a clanking sound.

At this time, the old storyteller began to sing softly.

Nine revolutions of heaven, three lives surrounded by stones.

Past and present lives are all in the hexagram.

If you ask about the bad luck in Jifu, your life bones will tell you a dream.

The iron mouth breaks straight, and the God of Tiangang predicts it.

After the old storyteller muttered these thirty-two words, he suddenly poured out the nine ancient coins in the turtle shell.

Then, the old storyteller quickly moved the nine ancient coins on the table with his hands, and instantly arranged nine different formations.

The old man's forehead was covered with light beads of sweat. It was unknown whether it was because of the heat, nervousness, or because peeping into the secrets of heaven had brought him great pressure.

The old man kept swinging the nine ancient coins back and forth. As time passed, the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more, and his face became paler and paler.

After a full stick of incense, the old man suddenly let out a long breath. As the breath escaped, most of his strength seemed to be stripped away.

He sat on the bench somewhat weakly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Yuan Xiaolou said, "What did you figure out?"

The storyteller said hoarsely, "Go away, the farther the better. This is not the place for you to stay. You will really be worried about your life here!"

Yuan Xiaolou snorted, "Pretending to be a ghost, what on earth did you figure out?"

The storyteller said word by word, "It's harder than ascending to heaven. It's harder than ascending to heaven!"

Yuan Xiaolou looked very unhappy, and he and Li Wanjun left in a huff.

After the two girls left, the storyteller's face became even paler. Looking at the hexagrams on the table, his expression changed in an instant.

"Tian Gang Divine Divination! I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who know Tian Gang Divine Divination. Old man, you just deduced the fate of that girl and peeped into the secrets of heaven. I'm afraid you will lose at least three years of your life. Why bother?"

A teasing voice slowly sounded.

The old man looked up and saw a beautiful man wearing bright silk clothes and shaking a vulgar big peony folding fan. He appeared in front of the table at some point. The storyteller's eyes fixed and said, "It's you again."