Chapter 2: Bloodshed on the battlefield and escape from the Immortal Gate
Chapter 53 The Thousand-Ji Old Man Reappears
"Ha ha ha ha......"
This old man immediately amused Ye Feng and made him look incomprehensible. He turned out to be a fortune teller.
"Huh!"
However, when Ye Feng was smiling happily, he glanced at the pillar next to the old man, but his heart moved, and a picture vaguely flashed in his mind.
In the picture are a boy and a girl. In front of them is a ragged old Taoist. Behind the old Taoist is a flagpole on the wall. On the flag is written "The secret of heaven cannot be leaked, and the truth can break through thousands of mortals" in two lines of large characters, signed thousands of times.
Machine old man.
The picture seemed clear, but the faces of the boy and girl, including the old man, were very blurry. Ye Feng tried hard to see clearly, but it was in vain. Only the flags could be seen clearly.
What surprised him was the flag pole, because there was an identical flag pole standing on the pavilion pillar behind the old man.
"Hey, this great immortal knows astronomy and geography. Looking at it for millions of years, I am not allowed to give up money!
Little brother, I see that your eyes are dull and your hall is dark. There will be a bloody disaster within three days!
Why don't you come here to count and see how I can reveal the secrets and help you seek good fortune, avoid misfortune, and turn misfortune into good fortune!"
When the old man saw it, he caught Ye Feng's attention, and he immediately began to talk non-stop.
"Sorry, I have no money!"
Ye Feng found it a bit funny that this old man had actually lied to him, why was it that he was not penniless?
However, the picture that flashed in his mind also made him very curious, thinking that maybe this was not a coincidence, but of course it was also possible that it was an illusion.
He didn't know who the young girl in the picture was. Maybe this old man could really solve the puzzle?
After Ye Feng finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, because he obviously made money from fortune telling. Since he said he had no money, he was afraid that he would no longer be interested.
"Hey, I'm an old man and I never charge money for fortune telling."
What surprised Ye Feng was that the old man smiled strangely and said he didn't want any money.
"Oh! What do you want without money?"
Ye Feng really doesn't understand. Not only does he have no money now, he doesn't even have valuable things. Of course, he doesn't know what things are valuable.
"I tell fortunes for no money, just a promise from you!"
The old Taoist student originally had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he always spoke in a strange and strange manner, but at this moment he suddenly became serious, and Ye Feng felt a little dazed, feeling that the old man in front of him suddenly became enigmatic.
Ye Feng didn't understand what the old man meant and didn't speak. He looked at the old man in confusion.
"As long as you promise me, one day you will become a successful person. Don't forget the friendship between you and me today."
"A meteoric rise? What does it mean? What does it mean to be a meteoric rise?"
"You will know one day, I only need a promise from you, don't forget me!"
"That's it?"
"right!"
"But I don't even know who you are. Even if I haven't forgotten what happened today, I don't know who you are or how to find you."
The old man's words really made Ye Feng feel a bit ridiculous.
"There is no need for you to look for me, we will meet you someday!"
The old man had a solemn face and nodded affirmatively.
Ye Feng: "Okay! I promise you, but I don't seem to need your help for anything, and I don't owe you anything!"
"Hey, little brother, do you really not recognize me? Even if you forget me, you should still remember this flag!"
The old man instantly regained his shrewd and cunning appearance, tremblingly grabbed the flagpole and shook it.
"Are you Old Man Qianji?"
Ye Feng blurted out.
"Thousands of machines have thousands of faces, and thousands of faces have no name. They are just a floating tree that accidentally falls into the mortal world!"
The old man ignored Ye Feng's question, recited a strange jingle, grabbed the flagpole and walked out of the pavilion.
"Old man..."
Ye Feng really didn't understand what was going on. He turned around and wanted to ask again, but unfortunately, there was no old man anywhere.
Ye Feng rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he was indeed not dazzled. There was no one outside the pavilion.
The pavilion was originally on the lake, a few meters away from the shore. Even if the old man was fast, the shore was still empty, and there was not even a single figure anywhere.
"What a ghost. Could it be an illusion?"
Ye Feng shook his head and said to himself.
"Huh!"
In shock and confusion, Ye Feng lowered his head and discovered that at some point, there was a palm-sized, black, flat bottle pinned to his waist.
"This is......?"
Ye Feng took off the vial and was greatly surprised. He was sure that it was not his. No matter how stupid he was, he couldn't possibly not know that there was a vial.
So where did this thing come from?
"Could it be...?"
All Ye Feng could think of was the old man just now, maybe it was the old man who inserted the vial into his waist.
This is the only explanation. It seems that it was not a hallucination before. An old man really appeared. It seems that I really know this old man, but why didn't the old man explain clearly?
What does it mean to give a small bottle secretly?
"It's so weird!"
Ye Feng muttered and shook the vial. It felt empty inside, as if there was nothing in it, and it was light and airy in his hand. It felt like a ball of cotton, with no weight at all.
"Wow, what a strong aroma of wine!"
Ye Feng was curious after all. When he opened the cork, a strong aroma of wine floated in, and he couldn't help but admire it.
"What a weird old man. Maybe he means friendship, so he gave me this wine bottle today!"
Ye Feng thought for a while and felt that although the old man was a bit strange and seemed to come and go without a trace, he had nothing to live on now, so there was really nothing to worry about, so he simply raised the small bottle and took a sip.
"Good wine, this wine is simply amazing!"
After just one mouthful, Ye Feng cried out.
The taste of this wine is so sweet and mellow. After one sip, the aroma fills your mouth. The key point is that as soon as the wine enters your mouth, it immediately turns into the smell of alcohol. The smell of alcohol flows straight through your limbs and bones, making your whole body warm and extremely comfortable.
What surprised Ye Feng the most was that the smell of alcohol did not dissipate after running wildly through his limbs and bones. Instead, it gathered in his Dantian, which was very similar to the feeling of drinking Longxu tea before.
It's just that this air flow is far from comparable to the weak amount of Dragon Beard Tea, and the fullness of the Dantian is almost as if it is real.
What's a bit scary is that the air flow has no intention of dissipating at all. It is slowly rotating in the Dantian three inches below the navel, and it has a strong sense of wanting to break out of the body.
"no!"
Ye Feng secretly said.
This thing persists for a long time, which is not a good thing, because the feeling that it is about to break out of the body is getting stronger and stronger, and it must be resolved.
With the previous experience of drinking Dragon Beard Tea, Ye Feng sat down cross-legged on the spot and started to use Xu Zhuxian Sword Technique.
Sure enough, as soon as he activated his mental method, the whirlpool fell silent. Ye Feng tried to use his mental method to guide the whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye he redirected it to his meridians.