Fortune Teller

At the foot of Yunfeng, the white-haired young man and the girl quietly hid in a cave.

The entrance of the cave was sealed with huge rocks, and spices were sprinkled to cover up the scent so as not to be discovered by the two monster beasts.

"Little girl, we will live in the cave for the next few days and try not to go out for a walk." the white-haired young man ordered.

The golden eagle monster must have been furious after so much precious blood was taken away. It might be wandering around Yunfeng at the moment, looking for them.

Although this demon was forcibly fascinated by Xue Qiongxiang, it does not mean that it has no consciousness. It is just that the poison entered the body and the mind was tired, so it could not wake up.

But it knew that it was the white-haired young man who used the spirit-quenching flower to inflict the poison, so the blame would naturally be placed on the white-haired young man.

"Brother Cherish Your Life, how can you live here if there is no water or food?" The girl looked around. Although the cave was simple, it was spotless, as if it had just been cleaned up.

"Do you think I will starve myself?" The white-haired young man smiled proudly, walked to the end of the cave, brushed away the weeds on the ground, and revealed a blue stone slab, "Look, Qingshui Food is right here."

The girl stepped forward quickly.

After the stone slab was lifted, there was a small warehouse inside, which stored a lot of dry food and wine. There were also dried bacon hanging on the shelves beside it.

"Brother Cherish Your Life, it turns out you were prepared."

The girl's stomach was already growling with hunger. She quickly grabbed a piece of big cake and ate it with water.

As the granddaughter of Pi Shanzhang, she had traveled around the world with her grandfather in her early years, and had long been accustomed to living in the open air. Now when she was eating cakes, she didn't look like a lady at all.

"Little girl, these big cakes and steamed buns are all prepared for you," the white-haired young man pointed to the dry food in the sack, "As for me, I must have delicious food to swallow. So, in the next few days, It’s up to you to cook for me. The firewood, vegetables and meat have been prepared, you can take care of it yourself.”

As he spoke, he lay down lazily on the rock that had been covered with a soft quilt, as if he was sitting there eating and waiting to die.

"What? I'll cook for you?" The girl looked stunned, even wondering if she heard wrongly.

No wonder, in the past few days, the white-haired young man had been asking her to learn how to cook from the chef, and he also diligently took her around a dozen villages and towns, tasting all the delicacies within a radius of 500 miles.

Dare to let yourself cook.

Thinking of this, the girl felt that the excitement she had felt over the past few days was in vain. It was in vain that she affectionately called the white-haired young man big brother. This guy was simply a bitch.

"Cooking? Go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn dream!" The girl walked aside angrily, even forgetting to bite the big cake in her hand.

"You girl, you don't even think about it. My life-loving brother, I worked so hard to help you get the demon blood, and even lost a few elixirs." The white-haired young man looked heartbroken, as if the girl's rejection made him hurt. Heartfelt.

But the girl turned a blind eye to this. After getting along with him for a few days, she had already figured out the temperament of the white-haired young man. This man was a typical follower of snakes. As long as she let go, the other party would definitely take advantage of him.

By then, I might really have to cook for the life-loving master.

"Hmph, I'm very busy too," the girl sat aside angrily, "I want to practice the mantra of blood coagulation and detoxification, suppress the poison in the body, and practice martial arts diligently, so that my grandfather will not come back in three months and blame me for neglecting my skills. ”

"What's so good about practicing martial arts? If you drink a few more mouthfuls of demon blood, your skills won't increase much more than if you practice hard every day?"

"Then I'll go back to reading!"

The girl took out the kraft paper and shook it in front of the young man. The palm-sized kraft paper roll was spread out and was also two feet long and wide.

"What book? Read it to me." The white-haired young man glanced at the brown paper disapprovingly. Every word on it was like a ghost drawing and could not be understood at all. However, the white-haired young man's eyes widened, "Little girl, Where did you get this piece of brown paper, and why can’t I understand the words on it?”

"Of course you can't understand it, and you can't read."

The girl rolled her eyes.

The vellum paper is full of ancient characters. Not to mention young people, even many Confucian scholars can't understand it. If it weren't for Gu Yuncong who loves ancient books and often studies ancient characters. The girl followed him and learned a lot of ancient characters. At this moment, he would not be able to understand the words on the kraft paper. .

"Little girl, I'm not kidding you."

The white-haired young man stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the girl, carefully read the brown paper twice, and then said in a deep voice: "Are you sure the words on the brown paper are really words and not ghost drawings?"

"Of course," the girl hurriedly pointed to the five big characters on the back of the kraft paper and read each word: "Asking for Truth, although it is an ancient Chinese character, I have been with my grandfather since I was a child, so I can still understand it a little bit. of."

"Asking for truth..."

The white-haired young man seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt, and he froze on the spot.

"It's really it, it's really it. Could it be that I also have a destiny?"

"But why didn't we meet him until now? It's too late, it's too late!"

The white-haired young man was laughing and crying at the same time. He looked like he was going crazy. He would yell at the sky and cry loudly, which made the young girl feel so uneasy that she didn't dare to ask.

After a long time, the white-haired young man finally calmed down.

"Girl, do you know what this roll of kraft paper is?"

The girl shook her head quickly.

She pulled it out from a crack in the stone, but seeing that it was engraved with ancient characters, she guessed that her grandfather would like it, so she always carried it with her. Who knew what the mystery of this kraft paper was?

"Let's not talk about this book for now. Let me tell you a secret first." The white-haired young man took a deep breath. "The reason why the Tianming tribe cannot read and write is not only because their life span is short, but also because this tribe understands the secrets of heaven and sees the secrets of heaven." The meaning can be known by the words. If the kraft paper roll in your hand is an ordinary book, I can know the secret just by looking at it. "

"So, Brother Xi Ming, you know how to read!" The girl's eyes widened, "Then we went to the inn a few days ago, why do you want me to read a letter to you?"

"I am lazy!"

The white-haired young man shook his shoulders. If someone could do it for him, why not do it?

The girl pouted her mouth angrily.

"Those are all trivial matters. Let's talk about this roll of parchment first," the white-haired young man continued with a normal expression: "Girl, where did you get this roll of parchment?"

"Isn't it the top of Yunfeng," the girl pointed to the top of her head, "At that time, I saw Brother Ximing sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath, so I walked around and found a stone tablet not far away... Who knew that I had just finished kowtowing, The ground cracked, and this roll of brown paper was exposed.”

"So that's it," the white-haired young man looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's not my destiny to be an immortal. That's right. My clan is hated by the heavens. What qualifications do we have to ascend to the immortal world?"

The top of Yunfeng has been climbed by the ancestors of the Destiny Clan more than a hundred times?

There are two monsters living there all year round. Even if you think about it with your toes, you know that there must be something unusual about it, so the ancestors of the Destiny clan will seriously record it in the classics, hoping that the descendants can find immortal fate and break the curse of Destiny.

But in the past generations, no one has ever found a way to seek immortality.

But the girl just walked around the top of Yunfeng and got the kraft paper. The difference between it can't help but make people sad.

"Girl, if you can get this scroll, you are destined to be immortal." The white-haired young man took a deep breath, resisted the thought of grabbing the kraft paper scroll, and said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes, we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. This thing is destined to kowtow those three times. Our ancestors have climbed to the top of Yunfeng in all generations. Everyone must have seen the stone tablet, but who discovered the kraft paper roll underneath? "

"Therefore, this scroll is destined to you, but not to my destiny clan."

After the words fell, the young man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, walked to the stone slab, picked up a jar of old wine, and drank it fiercely.

“It’s hard to violate destiny, it’s hard to violate destiny!”

Only at this moment did he understand why the ancestors of all generations wrote these four words before they were dying.

God, the thief, always likes to play tricks on people.

"Brother Xi Ming, I don't understand what fate means or not. If you don't understand, I'll just read it to you!"

The girl blinked twice, opened the brown paper roll, and started reading in a sweet voice.