Gossip rivers and lakes, I tell fortunes and storytellers in Qixia Town

There is only one uncle who dares to call himself the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, the old urchin Zhou Botong.

Could this old man be Zhou Botong?

Looking at the appearance of jumping up and down, it looks very similar!

Seeing this, Xiao Xuan blinked, then smiled.

"Everyone, that's all for today. If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

It is actually very simple to test whether he is Zhou Botong.

After Xiao Xuan finished speaking, he stood up and walked upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Botong was stunned for a second, and then flew directly in front of Xiao Xuan with a light kung fu.

This light hand really scared everyone.

There was clearly a distance of ten steps between the two, but in the blink of an eye, the old naughty boy ran in front of Xiao Xuan, it can be seen that he is a generation with high martial arts skills.

It was also after the old naughty boy showed his lightness skills that the inn became completely silent.

"Don't!" The old naughty boy who came to Xiao Xuan didn't try to make things difficult, but begged with his hands in his hands, with a pitiful look.

"Boy, old man, I waited for you for a day and a night before I got you. Just say this, don't you sincerely want the old man to scratch my heart and liver?!"

"Why don't you see it like this?"

"Say one more paragraph, you can tell me quietly, and then I will teach you the Nine Yin Manual!"

"Is this a good deal? You don't even know how many people begged me to teach him the Nine Yin Manual, but Huang Laoxie from Peach Blossom Island knelt down to me and I didn't teach him!"

"I see that you and I are predestined, how about I teach you, how about you tell me a paragraph?"

Seeing the childish old man in front of him, Xiao Xuan shook his head amusedly.

It seems that he guessed correctly.

This must be the old urchin Zhou Botong, so he smiled and said.

"Nine Yin Sutra?"

"Not interested in!"

"Senior Zhou, if you want to hear about the book, wait until tomorrow."

"I'm tired today."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Xuan bypassed Zhou Botong and walked up the stairs silently.

On the other hand, Zhou Botong was stunned for a second, then stared at Xiao Xuan suspiciously.

"Hey?"

"How did he know my surname is Zhou?"

"Could it be that the legend is true, this kid really has the ability to know the world?"

"Then does he also know about Ying Gu?"

"Hey, it seems that I really didn't find the wrong person this time!"

Said Zhou Botong hurriedly followed behind Xiao Xuan and greeted him.

"Boy, aren't you looking for a destined person?"

"I think the two of us are very destined, how about you tell me a fortune... Ah bah, how about you and I sworn brothers?"

"It costs money to do a fortune-telling, so it shouldn't cost money to do fortune-telling for a brother, right? At worst, I'll make you a big brother!"

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Night falls.

The three of Zhao Zhijing searched around the inns in Qixia Town, but they couldn't find a vacant room.

Of course, this is all due to Bai Zhantang's contribution. Although Xiao Xuan didn't order anything, but offending Xiao Xuan is tantamount to offending Bai Zhantang.

Now all the inns in Qixia Town have to look at Bai Zhantang's face, so as long as Bai Zhantang said, no one would dare to stay for these three people.

At this time, the three of them walked to the Xiliang River silently, sat by the river and raised a bonfire.

Zhao Zhijing looked at the potatoes roasted in the bonfire, rubbed his hands, and asked a Taoist next to him.

"Senior brother, we have come so far, what should that kid Yang Guo do if he runs away?"

"It's really strange. There is not even a single guest room in such a big Qixia town. It's probably the storyteller's fault!"

Zhao Zhijing also knew that this place was a bit weird, but if the inn didn't keep them, they couldn't let them sleep on the street, right?

At this moment, suddenly, an old man in white clothes and a white beard walked towards him, and asked a few people with a smile.

"How many storytellers in Qixia Town do you know?"

"But that Mr. Xiao whose surname is Xiao?"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhao Zhijing raised his eyes and saw that the old man had no weapon in his hands, but his whole body was surrounded by a sharp sword intent, so he couldn't help thinking that he had met an expert.

And because the old man was asking about Xiao Xuan, he thought it was Xiao Xuan's people who came to trouble them, so he held his sword with one hand and asked with a frown.

"who are you?"

The white-clothed old man who came was Feng Qingyang who had just come down from Mount Hua.

At this time, Feng Qingyang glanced at Zhao Zhijing lightly, and frowned slightly. The person who dared to treat him like this is still hiding in a certain cave and closing the museum.

But at this moment, after glancing at Zhao Zhijing, Feng Qingyang suddenly turned his gaze to the dark night behind Zhao Zhijing, frowned vigilantly, and said in a deep voice.

"What a strong sword energy!"

Zhao Zhijing looked puzzled, and thought that his martial arts were the strongest among the third generation of Quanzhen Sect, but when he met this old man in front of him, he might not even be worthy of lifting shoes.

The old man in front of him doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he has a fierce sword intent. If he wants to practice to this point, 100 years may not be enough for him.

At this time, the old man said that the sword energy is so strong, what do you mean?

No matter how strong his sword energy is, can it be stronger than this old man in white?

Are you talking about yourself?

Just when Zhao Zhijing looked suspicious, a very familiar voice came from behind.

Zhao Zhijing's whole body froze, and a bad feeling came to his heart.

"Zhao Zhijing, did someone tell you that you will be bloody within three days?"

Chapter 49 The sky did not give birth to me

Hearing the voice behind him, Zhao Zhijing turned around and stared at the person who was gradually coming out of the night.

He was dressed in all black night clothes, almost blending into the night, standing at the junction of light and darkness, flickering.

Zhao Zhijing only felt that the figure and voice were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't be sure for a moment.

"Humph?"

"What a big breath!"

"Even if the gods say that I have a bloody disaster, my fate is up to me. If I want to live, I will live, and if I want to die, I will die. No one can control me!"

What puzzled Zhao Zhijing was that he didn't seem to feel the sword energy that the old man said just now.

Most importantly, the man in black didn't have a sword in his hand.

There is no sword, where does the sword energy come from?

Zhao Zhijing and Feng Qingyang's realms are far apart, so he naturally doesn't understand that even if some people don't have a sword in their hands, they still have a lot of sword energy.

Like Yan Shisan, Feng Qingyang, or...

The man in Tongfu Inn.

But few people know that he can use a sword.

Few people even know that he knows martial arts.

So far, only Linghu Chong, Bai Zhantang, and even Yang Guo and Yan Shisan are known, they are only guesses, not really sure.

But Zhao Zhijing doesn't know, it doesn't mean Feng Qingyang doesn't know.

At this time, Feng Qingyang looked at the man standing in the night, listening to the voice, he could hear a young man hidden under the night clothes.

And he is a young man who combines sword energy and killing intent.

"Hiss..." Feng Qingyang gasped, and the gray donkey next to him couldn't help but fell back a few steps, roared a few times, and hid aside.

"That's right, I didn't expect there to be such an outstanding rising star in Jianghu!"

"It seems that what Chong'er said is correct, the current situation in the world has really changed a lot."

"At such an age, he has already practiced swordsmanship to such an extent, what a formidable young man!"

Feng Qingyang didn't know what was going on with these people, but when he saw the sword aura of the man in black, he couldn't help praising him, and even remembered that when he was young, he had never cultivated sword aura to such a level like this young man.

But it doesn't mean that Feng Qingyang's sword is not fast enough or hard enough. Feng Qingyang's ability to cultivate sword intent from swordsmanship shows that he has reached the pinnacle in this respect.

When the extreme of sword intent meets the extreme of sword energy, even Feng Qingyang couldn't help but take a second look.

Although Zhao Zhijing didn't know the strength of the man in black, he did know the strength of Feng Qingyang!

The terrifying sword intent on his body made him feel like a light was on his back from a long distance, now that Feng Qingyang commented on the martial arts of the man in black, he dared not underestimate him.

What puzzled him was that the man in black didn't even have a sword, so where did the sword energy come from?

It can't be the old man talking nonsense, can it?

But this old man is not someone to wait for at first glance, he said that this man's sword energy is very strong, it is impossible to say it out for fun.

Could it be that the gap between him and the man in black is so big that he can't even detect the strength of the other party?

Zhao Zhi asked quietly, frowning.

"who are you?"

"Why are you looking for me?"

The man in black snorted coldly, took a step back and said calmly.

"Humph!"

"Zhao Zhijing, I'm afraid you still don't understand what that person means?"

"That person said that you will suffer a bloody disaster within three days, that is to invite you to die."

"Draw your sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing suddenly realized that he was surrounded by an inexplicable sword aura, which contained a majestic killing intent.

But he was like a frog in warm water. He didn't realize that the danger had reached his throat like a sword until the killing intent erupted like a tide.

"Two junior brothers!"

Zhao Zhijing suddenly roared, and when he realized something was wrong, he quickly drew out his sword, and then continued to roar.

"Array!"

The two Taoist priests who followed Zhao Zhijing didn't dare to neglect, they quickly drew their swords and followed Zhao Zhijing's step out of Qixing.

The seven-star sword formation originally required seven people to cooperate, but now they only have three people.

That is to say, Zhao Zhijing is commanding at the front of the formation, and the remaining two juniors have to take charge of three positions in order to barely get out of the seven-star sword formation.

This kind of Seven Star Sword Formation, and the Seven Star Sword Formation of seven people are naturally less powerful by [-]%, but it is better than the three of them fighting each other.

The man in black on the opposite side sneered when he saw this.

"Humph!"

"The Seven Star Sword Formation of the Quanzhen Sect?"

"However, the Seven Star Sword Formation of three people can also be counted as a sword formation?"

Zhao Zhijing looked at the men in black in astonishment, unexpectedly he recognized their sword array, he couldn't help feeling guilty.

If this person doesn't know the Seven Star Sword Formation, he can surprise the other party with his curiosity.