The black clouds circled in the night sky, the sky was so dark that it seemed to press down on the ground, the rain falling from the firmament, in the piercingly cold howling wind, swept across the vast land.
In the wilderness, no village could be seen in front and no land at the back, it was boundless all around, only an ancient path extended from afar, and also extended towards the distance alone.
In the dark clouds in the night sky, a low thunder sound sounded, the rain between Heaven and Earth, also gradually became heavier.
The ground was solemn, other than the sound of wind and rain in the wilderness, it was pitch black everywhere, only by the side of the ancient path, a lone lit lamp, revealing some light.
This was a small house in the wilderness, the shopkeeper was surnamed Ho, a middle-aged man in his forties, born in Xiao Chi Town which was a day's journey away from here, in this desolate place, beside the ancient path, he built a simple and crude house himself, to provide the travellers from south to north a place to rest and drink tea, to earn some hard-earned money.
Right now shopkeeper Ho was sitting behind the counter in his own shop, his ears concentrating on the mournful howling of the wind and rain outside, his brows slightly frowned, gently sighed, such bad weather, most likely there would not be any more customers.
His small house was situated between Xiao Chi Town and a large mountain in the west, Kongsang Mountain, that ancient path outside the door, since ancient times it was a trade route and also the only way to the big city further east - Eastern Sea ChangHe City, therefore from time to time there would be travellers passing by.
Right now, in this stormy night, in this small shop in the wilderness, there were still a few customers, quietly sitting in the dark and dusky little house, hiding from the mournful wind and rain outside.
[Pi pa.]
The oil lamp in front of shopkeeper Ho made a light crackling sound, waking this honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The sound of the wind and rain outside the house intensified, the sound of sobbing seemed to be choking, it seemed that this night, the customers would not be able to leave.
He thought like that, lifted his head and looked at the customers in his shop. There were only five tables in the simple and crude hut. At this moment, three of the tables were occupied by guests. The table in the far corner was occupied by a single man. It was a shadowy spot where the lights could hardly illuminate. The man sat there alone, and even his face was blurry.
As for the two tables closer to each other, one of them was occupied by an old man with an extraordinary bearing and a young girl. The old man had a bamboo pole leaning against the table. There was a piece of cloth on it with the words "Immortal Guide" written on it. It seemed that he was a fortune teller of Jianghu.
As for the last table, it was the one with the most people. There were a total of four people, and the corner behind them was filled with goods. At this moment, there seemed to be a young man cursing the weather in the middle.
"Alright, that's enough." Among the four of them, one of them who looked older, shouted at him, turned his head and smiled at shopkeeper Ho, apologetically said, "Shopkeeper Ho, today the wind and rain is heavy, I have troubled you to stay up late with us."
Shopkeeper Ho smiled and shook his head, this group of merchants frequently traversed this ancient path and had stopped at his shop many times. So they were considered regular customers. He said, "It's alright, it is normal for me to stay up late. But today since the day, the sky looks like it is covered by dark clouds, why is mister still in a hurry?"
That old man was surprised and then looked at the others, smiled bitterly and said, "Actually how would we not know that the weather is not good today but going out, it is really difficult."
Shopkeeper Ho made an "ah" sound.
That old man picked up the teacup in front of him, finished the tea in one gulp and said, "Shopkeeper Ho, the way of the world now is difficult!"
Shopkeeper Ho was shocked and said, "What is it?"
That old man laughed bitterly and said, "Ten years ago, the Evil Sect which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared and heard that they even had a big battle with the Good Faction deities at Qing Yun Hill. From then on, for these ten years, not only was the Evil Sect not destroyed by the Good Faction, instead it flourished day by day and everywhere I heard that they were fighting with the Good Faction. "
Shopkeeper Ho was silent. That old man sighed and said, "They fight on their own, us commoners also cannot interfere but because of this fighting, the world is in chaos, now thieves are running amuck, robbers and robbers are innumerable, we who make a living outside are always on tenterhooks every day, deeply afraid that we will meet strong people and that's why we hurried on our way. Unexpectedly we are obstructed by the wind and rain here, sorry to trouble shopkeeper Ho."
Shopkeeper Ho shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart …"
While he was speaking, suddenly a voice was heard from a faraway corner, indifferently said, "In that case, this mister thinks that now the world is in chaos, thieves running amuck, it is all because of the Evil Sect that you mentioned?"
That old man was surprised but before he could speak, the fortune-teller and young lady at the table in front, their eyes also looked towards them. That young lady's eyes were bright, her looks beautiful, there were shallow dimples at the corner of her mouth, she looked lovable.
Right now she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at that old man, said, "This Sir!"
That old man looked at her and said, "What is it, Miss?"
This young lady softly said, "Sir, your face is thin and wrinkled but the shape of your face is not broken, although there are many twists and turns in your life but you are still considered safe. Just that you have a small scar at the Celestial Court six fen, lying across your face, blocking your life line, wealth line, when you are old, there might be a big calamity. Looking at your age now, why don't you speak less and also cause less trouble. "
The merchants' countenances changed, that old man even stood up, stared intently at the old and young but both of them did not have any reaction, calm and composed. After a long while, that old man's expression was uncertain, he looked around and finally still sat back down, cupped his hands and said to that young lady, "Many thanks for Miss's guidance."
After he sat back down, the small shop immediately quietened down, that mysterious man at the corner seemed to have quietened down and did not speak again.
Just that this long night was really unbearable, after a long time, the merchants gradually started to chat, in the end, they were talking about that Good and Evil great battle at Qing Yun Hill ten years ago.
These traveling merchants were only ordinary commoners, naturally they had never been to the scene but this thing called rumour, was also born because of this. And those Good Faction true cultivators had always been mysterious and unfathomable, it was the best topic for the commoners to talk about.
As they spoke, a few of the young people's voices gradually became louder, the others also heard and were attracted over.
"... anyway, at that time Qing Yun Sect's situation was already on the brink of crisis, luckily Old Immortal DaoXuan's skills were profound, with a light point of his finger, immediately thunder and lightning fell from the sky, heard that the deafening sound could be heard within a hundred miles radius, that was how the Evil Faction people were repelled!"
"Bullshit!" Suddenly a light shout, it was the old man with extraordinary bearing who was sitting at the same table with that young lady, everyone was shocked and looked at him, that old man said, "If DaoXuan is really that powerful, why in the battle at Qing Yun Hill, Qing Yun sect would lose so many people, even two of the seven branches leaders died, the other elders and disciples were even more injured and dead, do you think those Evil Faction devils are freeloaders?"
Everyone was speechless, the young lady beside him frowned, quietly said, "Grandpa, I just told people not to talk so much, why are you so talkative?"
That old man laughed, his original sage-like face suddenly became complacent, quietly said, "Xiao Huan, don't scare me, I have already let you see my fate, although my life will be wandering but in my old age I will be lucky, the lord will live to old age peacefully, someone will send me off, hehe, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
That young lady had just taken a sip of tea, almost choked by his words, coughed twice, angrily stared at the old man, that old man was instead complacent, did not take it to heart at all.
This one old and one young, was the Jianghu fortune teller Zhou YiXian and his granddaughter Xiao Huan, it had been ten years since the last Qing Yun Hill Good Faction and Evil Faction battle, Xiao Huan had also grown up, became beautiful but still followed Zhou YiXian to roam the world.
Right now, Zhou YiXian seemed to be hooked, he did not care that it was the first time he met them, pulled the stool and actually sat in the middle of those merchants, started to talk about that Qing Yun battle, Xiao Huan was annoyed but could not do anything.
Zhou YiXian was an eloquent speaker, moreover, he roamed the world also relied on his eloquence, his narration was lively, vivid and lifelike, far better than those few young people. After a while, even shopkeeper Ho could not help but walked over, everyone gathered together, listening to Zhou YiXian's rampage, talking and laughing about the past …
"Ah!"
Hearing the exciting part, those few young people exclaimed at the same time, one of them could not help but asked, "Sir, don't tell me you were also there at that time, you know so much about it?"
Zhou YiXian was startled, then used his hand to lightly pat his clothes, shook his head and sighed, "These fighting and killing matters, I have never been willing to interfere, just let those Qing Yun sect juniors do it!"
Everyone was shocked and immediately felt deep veneration, unexpectedly at this moment a sound was heard, it was Xiao Huan who spat out the mouthful of tea she had just drunk, coughing incessantly.
Tanis Ka glared at her, then turned back, laughing, at this time a young man beside him said: "Old sir, that last Jadeon disciple surnamed Zhang, what happened, did he really rebel against Jadeon?"
Zhou YiXian frowned, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, said: "I am not sure about that. That day it was a mess, even that Shaw Danon also fainted, then he was captured by the Felkin, then disappeared."
The surrounding people sighed. Actually the secret of Shaw Danon's identity was Jadeon's and Skysong Temple's big secret, it would not be spread out. But that day when the secret was revealed, there were a lot of people, especially the Felkin were there, so after a long time, the secret was spread out in the world. But what Zhou YiXian said, it was like he saw it with his own eyes at Mount Jadeon's Peak of Widows Crystal Hall.
Shopkeeper Ho sighed, said: "Don't know how is that young man now?"
"How is he now......" Suddenly, the voice of the mysterious man sitting at the corner rose again, with a hint of vicissitudes.
Zhou YiXian turned his head, looked at the man sitting in the shadow, said: "What, this brother, do you know?"
The man was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Of course I know, but, even if you have seen him before, you probably cannot recognize him now......"
Xiao Huan frowned, said: "What happened to him?"
The man didn't say anything else. He just hid his figure in the darkness.
The wind and rain outside the house, covered the sky and the ground, seemed to be more mournful......
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