Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan stared into the old man's eyes, which were cloudy and full of vicissitudes of time. Ye Xiaochuan even saw a hint of familiarity in the old man's eyes.

This feeling is obscene.

Yes, it is vulgar. He is a vulgar person himself, so he will never be mistaken.

But apart from his eyes, Ye Xiaochuan found no other useful information in the old man.

It is said that his cultivation level is already very high, especially the strength of his divine soul, which is definitely not weaker than the divine soul in the early stage of heavenly being.

But Ye Xiaochuan's spiritual consciousness spread out and tested the old man, only to find that the old man seemed to be a rotten wood or a stubborn stone without any fluctuations in spiritual power.

This made Ye Xiaochuan a little surprised.

There are only two reasons why the spiritual power of the other party cannot be detected by the power of consciousness.

One of the opponents is a mortal with no power to bind a chicken, and no true spiritual power in his body.

The second is that the opponent's cultivation level is too high, at least much higher than mine, so once your consciousness enters the opponent's spiritual realm, it is like a stone sinking into the ocean without any ripples.

Ye Xiaochuan is more inclined to the second reason.

There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are mountains beyond the sky.

Thousands of years of human history, there are countless secrets hidden there.

Especially among those who are isolated overseas or in the deep mountains and forests, there are many outsiders.

Although these experts rarely set foot on Middle Earth or set foot in the world, their cultivation and experience are unimaginable.

This time, the human alliance covers all races in the world. In order to cope with the catastrophe and save the world, it can be said that it is a great gathering. Many extraordinary people who have never appeared in the human world before have come out one after another, stirring up the storm in the world.

Since this short, fat old man with a white beard knew the inside story of the seven-generation grudges' game with the sky, if he were said to be a mortal commoner, Ye Xiaochuan would not believe it even if he were beaten to death.

He slightly cupped his fists and cupped his hands, and said, "I wonder where your senior Gao is from?"

The old storyteller seemed to be a little frightened, and said quickly: "I am just a bad old man who travels around the world to make a living. He has no great name. This young hero is really embarrassing me."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Since the senior refuses to reveal his name, I will forgive the rudeness of the junior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xiaochuan shot like lightning and grabbed the old man's wrist.

The power of spiritual consciousness cannot detect the other party's details, perhaps because the other party's cultivation level is too high and the spiritual field is too strong, just like a big head, which can block the detection of the outside world through strong mental power.

But as long as you grab the opponent's wrist or touch any part of the opponent's body with your fingers, a ray of true energy will enter the opponent's body, and then the secrets in the opponent's body will be revealed without reservation.

The old storyteller was shocked when his wrist was caught. His face was pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. He seemed to be in great pain.

The old man shouted: "Young hero, what are you doing? I am just a dying old man. Please spare my life, young hero! Spare my life!"

Ye Xiaochuan was confused.

He thought that this old man was an outsider with unfathomable cultivation. As long as he grabbed his wrist, he could find out the details of this old man.

The result was beyond his expectation.

He found that the old man's body was empty, his meridians were blocked, and there was no real energy fluctuation. He could not be a cultivator, he was just an ordinary mortal old man.

Ye Xiaochuan thought that he felt wrong, and another wave of true energy entered the old man's body, but the result was the same, he did not sense any fluctuations in the other party's spiritual power.

"How can it be?"

The one who knows the big secret of the seven generations of grudges is just an ordinary mortal?

Ye Xiaochuan slowly let go of his hand, puzzled.

In fact, he is not the first cultivator to investigate the old man. Hua Wuyou also did so not long ago.

Hua Wuyou's investigation process was exactly the same as Ye Xiaochuan's. He first used his powerful spiritual power to investigate, and when there was no result, he grabbed the old man's wrist.

However, with Hua Wuyou's Taoist realm, he still couldn't find out what was different about this old man. He was just a mortal in his dying years, not a Taoist.

The old man escaped unharmed, rubbed his wrists, then quietly picked up the bamboo pole curtain and prepared to slip away, as if he was afraid that Ye Xiaochuan would suddenly attack him again.

Ye Xiaochuan slowly regained his composure. He looked at the old storyteller and then at the bamboo curtain behind the old man.

Said: "Wait a minute, you are joking about the world? Straightforward? Old man, are you a storyteller or a fortune teller?" The old storyteller failed to run away, so he stopped and said with an apologetic smile: "Young hero, to tell you the truth, I am He knows astronomy from above and geography from below. He knows one hundred and eight thousand years in advance and three thousand six hundred years in hindsight. Not only is he rich in knowledge and economics, but he is also proficient in various deductions.

Calculation, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling, dream interpretation, weddings and funerals, Feng Shui, occasionally storytelling, occasional fortune-telling, the world is difficult, and you can just make ends meet. "

Ye Xiaochuan and most of the diners at Juxianzhuang all had four words in mind: stinky and shameless.

Ye Xiaochuan felt like he was looking into a mirror, as if he saw another version of himself, an older version of himself.

But he quickly rejected this idea. At least a tall and handsome man of his own would not be as ugly, short, or fat as the old man in front of him when he gets old.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaochuan felt better.

He tested the old storyteller to no avail, dropped a twenty-tael piece of silver cake, and returned to Cangyun's female disciple's dining table.

When the storyteller saw the silver, his eyes lit up immediately. He stopped running and quickly put the silver ingot away. He smiled and bowed to Ye Xiaochuan.

He kept saying, "Thank you, young man! If you don't mind, I can tell you your fate at a 30% discount!"

Ye Xiaochuan said to Yun Qiyou and others, "Let's eat. He is not a cultivator, but an old man in his twilight years."

Yun Qiyou frowned and said, "Isn't he a cultivator?"

Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said, "I am sure that there is no fluctuation of true energy in his body. He is probably just an old liar who travels around the world."

Yuan Xiaolou, who was sitting opposite the table, had a flickering look in his eyes.

When the old man started telling the story, she recognized that he was the old man who told fortunes for herself, Li Wanjun, and Yang Baobao on the street in Xifeng City that day.

This old man had predicted her fate, and it was accurate to the last detail. He also gave her a lucky bag, saying that when she was at the critical moment of life and death, opening the lucky bag might give her a glimmer of hope.

A lot of things happened that day. As soon as the old man finished calculating their fate, countless people on the street were killed or injured.

Yuan Xiaolou and Li Wanjun quickly took Yang Baobao back to Cangyun.

Yuan Xiaolou had almost forgotten about this storyteller and fortuneteller, thinking that he had also died on that street. Unexpectedly, he met him again today.