At this time, Chen Xuan also understood that he was just a boy from a fishing village. Although he wanted to become stronger, Chen Xuan knew that his resources were actually very limited.
It was because of this that Chen Xuan felt that he was a little unwilling. Chen Xuan could not live in a fishing village for the rest of his life. Although in the fishing village, Chen Xuan could feel the happiness of his father's love.
But Chen Xuan couldn't keep himself here forever. Because Chen Xuan had a desire in his Taoist heart, and that was to become stronger. But until one day, such a day made Chen Xuan feel like he was coming to a nightmare.
In fact, this day is no different from usual. Chen Xuan is still watching all this by the small fish pond, but Chen Xuan knows that what Chen Xuan wants now is definitely something that Chen Xuan, the Western Fairy, cannot give to him in such a daze.
of.
But what can be done? Chen Xuan can't do anything, because the world is still very big. But Chen Xuan is still too small like this. Chen Xuan listened to the sound of the waves one after another, and watched the waves falling layer by layer.
.This made Chen Xuan feel comfortable for a while. But it seemed that only for a while, Chen Xuan would fall into the idea that he was too insignificant.
The people in the neighborhood are all very kind, and Chen Xuan knows that these things he longs for are definitely not available outside. But what can he do? Chen Xuan can't stay here forever.
Chen Xuan was not willing to accept that his life could only be at the beach, with these fishermen. But so what? Chen Xuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Young man, seeing that you are here alone looking out, are you interested in chatting with me?" Chen Xuan was also very surprised. The man behind him sounded energetic.
This person should not be an idle person in any case, but Chen Xuan felt that his heart seemed to tremble because of this person's words. Chen Xuan felt that this person was likely to be the person who would change his life, because Chen Xuan felt
The burning eyes behind him were staring at him.
But Chen Xuan didn't know the meaning of such a look, because Chen Xuan found that there seemed to be a trace of regret in such a burning look.
Chen Xuan turned around and glanced behind him. There was an old man wearing a Bagua formation. He looked very trivial and not at all the fairy-like figure Chen Xuan had imagined.
And this old man was looking at Chen Xuan with a smile on his face. When he smiled, his beard trembled and trembled, making Chen Xuan feel that this man was even more trivial. And that long black hair
, floating in the wind, very messy, and still holding the turtle shell in his hand. But what Chen Xuan could see was that the old man seemed to cherish the turtle shell very much, and was constantly playing with the turtle shell with his hands.
Chen Xuan heard that there seemed to be three copper coins in the turtle shell, and the tinkling sound was endless. Chen Xuan did not feel the slightest irritation. Instead, what Chen Xuan felt was a pleasant sound of relaxation and joy.
Chen Xuan's impression of this old man instantly improved a lot. Chen Xuan felt that the old man in front of him seemed not that simple.
While Chen Xuan was looking at the old man with his eyes, the old man's eyes were also looking at Chen Xuan. The old man's gaze gave Chen Xuan a very deep and lustrous feeling.
The two of them were silent for a long time, but each had their own thoughts and worlds. "Hello, sir!" Chen Xuan felt that the old man in front of him was indeed very deep. He was waiting for Chen Xuan to ask him,
Moreover, the old man in front of me, who looks unattractive and even slovenly dressed, is actually a not-so-simple character.
It is very possible that he is a master, or an expert who lives in seclusion in the world? Does it mean that his future is already settled? Is it because God has eyes and God is pitiful? Even God does not want me to become an ordinary person? But
Chen Xuan seemed to slowly remember something. Chen Xuan seemed to have vague memories before.
Because of this memory, Chen Xuan himself was not sure whether it was true or false. Because Chen Xuan felt that he was not from this world at all. This is what Chen Xuan's memory told Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan was in Yu Realm and in Daoxin Continent.
For a long time, the scenes of those forty years echoed in Chen Xuan's mind. When Chen Xuan was asleep, these memories were haunting Chen Xuan like a dream.
But Chen Xuan felt that he was a false existence. Even Chen Xuan himself didn't know which ones were true and which ones were false. But Chen Xuan still felt that everything was not as it seemed.
Simple.
Because all of this made Chen Xuan feel very unreal.
"Boy, I know what you want to ask me! But I can't answer you yet! But, boy, you are indeed a little different. I haven't met anyone who can't see through it in hundreds of thousands of years!
"
"The hexagrams in my hand seem to have just become a toy in my hand, but I seem to have read everyone and everything here!"
The fortune teller's words may sound very arrogant to anyone, but the fortune teller is very calm when he says these words. It seems that there is nothing that the fortune teller can feel very proud of.
This made Chen Xuan feel that this person was really unpredictable. But at this time, Chen Xuan also made the fortune teller feel very different, because the fortune teller has been walking in the world for so long, and he can completely tell a person with one glance.
See through.
But this time, it seemed that he really couldn't see through Chen Xuan, which made the fortune teller become curious. But this curiosity made the fortune teller have this conversation with Chen Xuan before.
At this time, Chen Xuan naturally did not want to let go of the opportunity for him to make friends with an expert outside the world. Chen Xuan felt that the person in front of him might be able to tell him who he really is? What is his direction?
At this time, the sound of the waves seemed to be more pleasant, and it seemed that the sun was not as strong as what Chen Xuan had just seen. The leaves in the sunlight reflected mottled patterns on the earth, giving Chen Xuan the feeling
Like a beautiful painting, Chen Xuan made a small bow to the fortune teller, and then sat down with the fortune teller. The fortune teller glanced at Chen Xuan, and his expression seemed to be a little surprised.
But this trace of surprise was quickly buried in the fortune teller's eyes.
"Boy, I can't see through you very much. It's you who gave me the urge to tell fortunes this time. I have forgotten when I came to this world, and I seem to have forgotten the last time I told fortunes.
It’s time.”
When Chen Xuan heard such vicissitudes of words from the fortune teller, he was startled. Hundreds of thousands of years ago? How long ago was that? In Chen Xuan's dream, he was only forty years old, but now Chen Xuan is only five years old.
, but Chen Xuan felt that his five-year-old body seemed to contain the soul of a forty-year-old man.
Chen Xuan didn't know why he felt like this. It seemed that Chen Xuan felt that all of this was very unlikely and very mysterious. But it was because of such mysterious things that Chen Xuan felt that his origins were not that simple.
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Chen Xuan nodded, indicating that the fortune teller could start. But the fortune teller glanced at Chen Xuan, then at Chen Xuan's clothes and the surrounding environment. Suddenly he laughed loudly, and the laughter sounded very wanton.
He was very casual and informal, which made Chen Xuan feel very incredible. Such a person gave Chen Xuan an unfathomable feeling.
Moreover, Chen Xuan felt that this man was indeed not a mystical person, but that his behavior was unusually free and easy. He gave people the feeling of playing with the world. What kind of state of mind is this?
Chen Xuan didn't even know what kind of person could have such a state of mind. Chen Xuan couldn't see through this old man who didn't look like much. Chen Xuan nodded and signaled the fortune teller to start.
"Boy, this hexagram of yours is the cheapest one I've ever calculated. But it doesn't matter, everything in the world belongs to my heart, and money and stuff are just a fart!"
When the fortune teller said this, there was still a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth, which made Chen Xuan feel like a beggar was mocking a rich man.
But Chen Xuan knew that this was definitely not overestimation, because what Chen Xuan saw in the eyes of the fortune teller was such a domineering aura. Chen Xuan became more and more curious about the fortune teller. Maybe the fortune teller could tell Chen Xuan who he was.
who is it.
Perhaps the fortune teller could answer the question that Chen Xuan had been wondering about. However, the fortune teller didn't seem to pay attention to Chen Xuan's sustenance at this time. Instead, he began to shake the turtle shell in his hand, and the sound of jingling coins in the turtle shell was heard.
colliding with each other.
Such a sound seemed to impact Chen Xuan's current soul, as if it could completely impact Chen Xuan's current soul. But Chen Xuan seemed to have developed that state of mind from his own dreams.
, this makes Chen Xuan feel that his state of mind can be extremely calm. It seems that this is just a dream for Chen Xuan, but it can affect Chen Xuan's state of mind at this time.
Chen Xuan still watched with cold eyes, but even so, Chen Xuan's heart still seemed to be shocked. Because the feeling brought by this sound to Chen Xuan seemed to be a kind of shock that penetrated into the depths of his soul.
However, it only took about half a moment for the shock to disappear. Everything was determined according to the hexagram. The fortune teller's eight-curved beard finally stopped trembling. The fortune-teller's eight-curved beard finally no longer had to make Chen Xuan feel him.
It will fall off immediately.
At this time, the fortune teller poured out the hexagram coins. This hexagram coin really surprised Chen Xuan. It felt like Chen Xuan saw a beggar begging for food with a gold bowl.
a feeling of.
But this feeling is still novel to Chen Xuan. However, such a fortune teller is much more expensive than gold. If the fortune teller knew Chen Xuan's psychological thoughts at this time, he would definitely vomit blood, because gold and him