After leaving the city, the old fortune teller didn't stop for a moment, pulling the little boy all the way east. His steps were very fast, and he didn't care whether the little boy could keep up. I really can't understand how his body, which is over fifty years old, can actually
He ran faster than the young man. The little boy was tenacious. Although his feet were swollen, he continued to keep up with the old fortune teller without saying a word.
The old fortune teller ran all the way. He didn't pay attention to the little boy's situation. He just thought: "That thing is extremely secret. Not many people know about it. I must get it as soon as possible!" As he thought about it, his pace became faster and faster.
It's hard for the little boy, but he is tough by nature. Even if he encounters the most painful thing, he will not speak out.
The little boy has long known that his adoptive father is a special person, because the old fortune teller often takes the little boy to fly like this when no one is paying attention. The little boy always feels like flying in the sky, and over time he gets used to it. But
Like today, he hurried forward in such a hurry without stopping for a moment. This was really the first time. The little boy endured the pain and did not cry out. He just waited for the old fortune teller to stop and regain his spiritual power. His eyes flashed with excitement.
red, and then something magical happened: the swelling and pain in his feet could quickly subside at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the swollen feet were healed!
Two days later, an old fortune teller appeared in the town at the foot of Gujian Mountain. The town at the foot of Gujian Mountain had a lot of people, so it was normal for an old fortune teller to appear. But there was a little boy beside the old fortune teller.
This attracted people's attention. Soon, many people gathered in front of the old man's fortune-telling stall, but no one came forward.
Finally, a middle-aged man broke the silence, brought a young man to the fortune-telling stall, and said respectfully: "Master."
The old fortune teller looked up at him and said, "What does this gentleman want to ask about? Future, wealth, or peach blossoms?"
The middle-aged man suppressed his blush and said: "Master is joking, I have been married for a long time, but today I brought Quanzi to the Ancient Sword Sect. I would like to ask how likely Quanzi is to join the Ancient Sword Sect?" The old fortune teller did.
It’s not surprising, after all, everyone in Tianyu Continent is eager to practice, and everyone wants to be a god. It’s just that they have different fates. There are very few people who can stand out in the grand gathering of disciples of various sects. The old fortune teller carefully looked at the fortune teller.
The young man behind the young man found that his bones were only middle-to-lower, and would not be accepted by ordinary sects, let alone this ancient sword sect. Although the sect has declined a bit now, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
The ship also has three-point nails. After all, they are also in the Six Holy Lands, right? Not to mention the middle and lower bones, even the middle ones may not be enough to attract people’s attention! However, this boy’s bones are obviously better than his father’s.
His bones are much better. This middle-aged man doesn’t even have an inferior bone. In other words, unless someone helps him cleanse his menstruation and cut his marrow, he has a chance of cultivating, and the chance is no more than one percent. But there are people
Would he do such a thankless thing? The old fortune teller estimated that this middle-aged man knew that he had no hope of practicing cultivation in this life, so he put his will on his child, hoping to realize his dream.
The middle-aged man saw that the old fortune teller had not spoken for a long time, and became a little anxious: "Master, how are you doing? Is there any hope?"
The old fortune teller withdrew his eyes and said calmly: "It's difficult!"
The middle-aged man felt as if he was struck by nine thunders, and his vision went dark: "Why, why!"
The old fortune-teller spoke bluntly: "You must have taken him to many sects, right? Don't you know yet? This Ancient Sword Sect is one of the six holy places. It doesn't accept anyone who has to be of the highest caliber. Your child is only of average caliber.
If you can't pass the first level, why bother worshiping the entrance wall and practicing the art of becoming an immortal?"
The middle-aged man was so frustrated that he took out a handful of money and put it in front of the fortune-telling stall. He grabbed the young man's hand and wanted to leave. But the young man said, "Dad, I don't believe it. You've concluded that I can't do it before you even try it!"
The young man already knew the situation. He smiled bitterly and didn't know how to tell the young man that there are some things in the world that you can know the result without trying.
Before the middle-aged man could speak, a childish voice sounded: "Yeah, how do you know it won't work until you try it?"
The middle-aged man turned around and saw that it was the little boy next to the fortune-telling stall. His bright eyes made the deepest impression on people. Hearing what the little boy said, the young man said: "Dad, I
If you want to give it a try, maybe you can join the Ancient Sword Sect!" After all, the middle-aged man could not compete with his parents' desire to have a successful son. After hesitating for a long time, he finally nodded.
After the father and son left, many people flocked to him, and without exception they asked if their children could join the Ancient Sword Sect. Of course, the old fortune teller was happy to make money, and people came to tell fortunes one after another, and of course the money rolled in. I don’t know why.
The sun has set in the west, tired birds have returned to the forest, and the crowds in front of the fortune-telling stall have gradually dispersed. The old fortune-teller closed the stall and took the little boy to the inn. Then he ate some food and went upstairs to fall asleep. The little boy had already
After being dragged around for two days, he was already exhausted. As soon as he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep not long after.
The old fortune teller was in high spirits and didn't feel tired at all. Seeing that the little boy had fallen asleep, he opened the window, jumped out, and ran straight to Gujian Mountain. This speed was even faster than when he was running with the little boy.
It was twice as fast. Ordinary people would just feel their eyes blur, and he would flash past.
Ancient Sword Mountain has long been surrounded by a mountain-protecting formation. Once an outsider breaks in, the Ancient Sword Sect will immediately know about it. Not only the Ancient Sword Sect, but also the other six holy places, but the formation is different. The Ancient Sword Sect
According to legend, it was transformed from the immortal sword left by the ancient gods, so the formation is the ancient formation of ten thousand swords. Once an outsider breaks in, they will be besieged by ten thousand swords. Even if you are a master of crossing the void realm, you will not be able to escape intact. Only the ancient ten thousand swords formation
The power of the formation cannot be controlled by anyone, but if it is controlled by someone, such as Yang Xianyang, the leader of the Ancient Sword Sect, his own strength is as high as crossing the void. Once the sword formation is activated, he can defeat more than ten great masters in the Mahayana period! This is the sword formation.
The power is also the reason why outsiders dare not mess with the Ancient Sword Sect.
Why did the old fortune teller dare to go to Ancient Sword Mountain? Obviously, he knew that the sword array could not cover the entire Ancient Sword Mountain. After all, the Ancient Sword Mountain stretches for 800 miles. How could any sword array cover such a large area? If someone said it could, it was not the case.
Idiots are fools, or they don’t know how high the sky is. Although the Ancient Sword Formation is powerful, it only covers the main buildings of the Ancient Sword Sect. Even if it is larger, the power is drastically reduced and has no deterrent effect. The old fortune teller is just right.
Only after knowing this can I dare to attack the Ancient Sword Mountain alone.
Soon, he came to a mountain col. Not far away was the range of the Ancient Formation of Ten Thousand Swords. The old fortune teller hid himself on a big tree, his eyes seemed to go straight through the sword formation, looking towards an abyss. This abyss was faintly visible.
There was a sound of whistling sword energy, and the exit had been sealed. This was the place where the ancient sword sect had imprisoned demons for generations: the trapped demon abyss! What was the old fortune teller doing here? Could it be that the thing he wanted to take was in the trapped demon abyss?
under?
The old fortune-teller slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the Ancient Formation of Ten Thousand Swords unwillingly. He thought that he did not have the strength to break through the Ancient Formation of Ten Thousand Swords, let alone break the seal that sealed the Demonic Abyss. He quickly ran down the road.
tree, and then ran back. After a while, he returned to the inn and jumped in gently from the window. The little boy slept soundly. The old fortune teller looked at the little boy with a rare look of kindness, and then helped the little boy.
The boy covered himself with the quilt that he kicked away. The old fortune teller didn't know what he was thinking. He stayed alone for a long time before blowing out the candles and lying down on the bed.
The next day, there was only one day left before the opening of the Ancient Sword Sect to select disciples, and more people came to tell fortunes. The old fortune teller didn't even have time to stop for meals from morning to afternoon. Fortunately, the little boy was tough by nature and was hungry.
I also endured it and never complained.
In the evening, when he returned to the inn, after dinner, the little boy did not lie down and fall asleep like he did yesterday. Instead, he was playing with a jade pendant. He didn’t know who gave him this jade pendant. He only knew that he had been there since he was a child.
A jade pendant never left his body. The little boy had no father or mother since he was a child. According to the old fortune teller, he passed by a small town, picked him up in the wilderness outside the city, and then raised him up. And this jade pendant was a
It had been worn around his neck since the beginning. There was nothing surprising about the jade pendant, but it was quite ancient in appearance. It was the image of a flying dragon, with three characters engraved on it in seal script, "Linghu Heng". The little boy stroked the jade pendant,
He was imagining what his parents looked like. He didn't blame his parents for abandoning him, he just wanted to know why.
The old fortune teller pushed open the door and saw the little boy playing with the jade pendant. A trace of struggle flashed across his expression. But soon, he returned to normal, walked to the little boy and said, "Heng'er!"
The little boy was so engrossed that he didn't notice the old fortune teller coming in. He came to his senses when he heard the shout: "Father, what's wrong with me?"
He has to mature a lot. He has learned to read faces, not to mention he has a pair of innate magical eyes. Therefore, the little boy has already guessed what the old fortune teller is thinking. He has already guessed.
You know, the old fortune teller must have something to do with him.
Sure enough, the old fortune teller said: "Heng'er, you have been with your adoptive father for eight or nine years, right?" The little boy didn't know what the old fortune teller was going to say, so he nodded. The old fortune teller continued: "Mr. Eagle."
You want to spread your wings and fly high. It's not an option for you to always follow your adoptive father. His adoptive father wants you to join the Ancient Sword Sect and learn a skill there. If you can land in Sendai someday, your adoptive father can also get some credit.
.What do you think?"
The little boy obviously didn't expect what the old fortune teller said. After a while, he shed tears: "No, foster father, I want to follow you!" Although the little boy's mind is far ahead of his peers, he is still a child after all.
When something bothers me, the only thing I can do is cry.
The old fortune teller said: "Heng'er, my adoptive father knows that he has suffered a lot for you over the years and has followed his adoptive father around. Now his adoptive father has something very important to do. You must be obedient and join the Ancient Sword Sect to learn the magic of immortality."
,How about it?"
The little boy wiped his tears. He knew that no matter what he said, the old fortune teller would put him in the Ancient Sword Sect. He couldn't help but ask: "Father, when will you come to pick me up?"
The old fortune teller sighed, and after a long while he said leisurely: "I don't know, maybe one year, maybe two or three years, or maybe decades. Heng'er, remember, a man's ambitions are everywhere and his home is all over the world.
, don’t shed tears easily. Remember that?” The little boy nodded, and the old fortune teller looked unbearable and said: “Go to sleep, tomorrow is the time for the founding of the Ancient Sword Sect to select disciples, and the adoptive father knows that you will definitely be chosen.
Chosen."
The little boy lay on the bed silently, thinking about what he had just said, and couldn't help but cry. As he cried, he fell asleep in a daze.
How could the old fortune teller not know that the little boy was crying? He sighed softly, blew out the candle, and lay down. At this time, the moonlight outside the window was just right, and brilliance poured into the window.