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.
That's right, it's vulgar. He himself is a vulgar person, so there is no mistaking it.
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 spread out his spiritual consciousness and tested the old man, only to find that the old man seemed to be a piece of 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 opponent cannot be detected by spiritual 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.
The human world has thousands of years of history, and we don’t know how many secrets are hidden there.
Especially among those who are isolated overseas or in the deep mountains and old forests, there are many outsider masters.
Although these experts rarely set foot on the Middle Earth or 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 the senior Gao comes 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.
When his wrist was caught, the old storyteller was shocked, 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 knight! Spare your life!"
Ye Xiaochuan was stunned.
He thought that this old man was an outsider with unfathomable cultivation. As long as he caught the other man's 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 after getting no results, he grabbed the old man's wrist.
However, based on Hua Wuyou's Taoist practice, he still couldn't detect anything different about this old man. He was completely a mortal in his dying years, not a Taoist.
The old man escaped unscathed, 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.
He said: "Wait a minute, are you joking about the world? Is it straight to the point? 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 be honest with you, 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, geomantic omen, occasionally storytelling, occasional fortune-telling, the world is difficult, and I just make a living."
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 in 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 older.
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 old storyteller saw the silver, his eyes immediately lit up and he stopped running away. He quickly put away the ingot of silver and bowed his hands to Ye Xiaochuan with a smile on his face.
He kept saying: "Thank you so much, young hero! Thank you so much, young hero! If you don't mind, young hero, I can deduce your destiny for you, and I'll give you a 30% discount!"
Ye Xiaochuan said to Yun Qiyou and others: "Let's all eat. He is not a Taoist, he is just an old man in his dying years."
Yun Qiyou frowned and said, "Not an immortal cultivator?"
Ye Xiaochuan nodded and said: "I am very sure that there is no real energy fluctuation in his body. He is probably an old liar."
Yuan Xiaolou was sitting across the table, his eyes flickering.
As soon as the old man started telling stories, she recognized him as the old man who told her, Li Wanjun, and Baby Yang's fortunes on the streets of Xifeng City that day.
This old man once deduced his destiny for himself, and what he said was accurate. He also gave himself a tips bag, saying that when it came to a critical moment of life and death, opening the tips bag might give him a chance of survival.
A lot of things happened that day. The old man had just finished telling their fortunes, and there were countless dead and injured people on the street.
Yuan Xiaolou and Li Wanjun quickly took Yang Baobao back to Cangyun.
Originally, Yuan Xiaolou had almost forgotten this old man who told stories and fortune telling, thinking that he had also died on that street. Unexpectedly, he met him again today.
