Chilong Demon Lord was surprised: "You want to part ways with me?"
Suning swallowed the tea in his mouth and said with a soft smile: "It's just temporary. There is no other reason. We have different ideas and we can't come together in terms of choices. If we have to go together, it's just that you can shake me and I can shake you.
, No one can convince anyone, let alone be firm in what they think."
"The road is under your feet, and you have to walk it yourself. It is a taboo in spiritual practice to let others influence your thoughts."
"Furthermore, we live in Dongluo, and we live in the same sky. With our minds enveloped, it only takes a matter of minutes to find each other."
"But you must remember that Dongluo is different from China, and the way of heaven here is fake."
"Although the fake heavenly way also contains the power of laws, it cannot allow you to be promoted to a semi-saint naturally."
The Chilong Demon Lord nodded and said with a long breath: "Okay, I will follow your arrangements."
Suning smiled and said nothing, and drank the tea in one gulp.
"gone."
He put away the cup and the copper kettle, disappeared into the night without looking back, and said: "To achieve supernatural powers, you must integrate laws. My idea is that there may be no distinction between the two, and they can be done at the same time."
"Of course, this is the way I want to go."
In the cave, Chilong Demon Lord did not respond for a long time, and the wrinkles on his brows became deeper and deeper.
...
Half a year later, Qinghe City.
There is an old white-haired man walking around the city telling fortunes. He wears black cloth shoes and a gray coat.
He appeared from the east of the city every morning, walking through the streets and alleys, shouting all the way, and attracting very much attention.
But no one knows his real name, where he comes from, and where he lives.
All I know is that he has a weird temper and only does ten hexagrams every day.
Accurate or not, after the ten hexagrams, he would put away the "fortune-telling flag" held in his right hand, and no one would be found in a matter of minutes.
No matter how much money you give or how noble your status is, it won't count if he says it doesn't count.
Even if he received a severe beating, even if he was laughed at by others, his rules never changed.
The most important thing is that his fortune-telling fees are ridiculously expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it.
One gold coin at a time, and he refused to make any counteroffer.
Good guy, in the eyes of poor people, what he does is like stealing.
Because of this, vendors setting up stalls on the street rarely see anyone asking him to tell fortunes.
Even if someone does come up to ask out of curiosity, they will definitely leave cursing within a minute.
He scolded him as he walked, and even didn't forget to spit on his old "fortune-telling flag".
Gradually, the old man got the laughable nickname "Black Thief."
Isn't that right? Bandits are not so evil-minded. What are they if they are not black thieves?
"Hey, old gangster, you can't make money because you don't open your mouth every day, so why don't you just drink the northwest wind every day?"
"Where can I drink? Is it cold?"
In the early morning, a familiar hawker made fun of him and winked: "If you listen to me and change the fortune-telling fee to thirty copper coins a time, you won't be hungry early in the morning."
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"Look at the way you walk, I'm really afraid you'll die in front of my stall."
"Bah, bah, bah, bad luck."
"Don't say I'm fooling you, this is the price for fortune telling in Qinghe City."
After raising his voice, the vendor kindly advised: "No more than fifty copper coins at most, which is enough to fill your stomach."
The old man said expressionlessly: "If I don't change, my skills are worth a gold coin."
The hawker said contemptuously: "It's worth a damn, God knows whether it's accurate or not. Isn't it just made up?"
The old man turned around and said in an aggressive tone: "Do you dare to try?"
This was the first time he had argued with someone, and he seemed particularly serious.