Chapter 842 Fortune-telling is actually similar to riddles.
"【Nanli Daoyu】..."
Shen Xueqi pondered for a while and said, "I don't know much either. I just know that my senior sister holds a position in [Nanli Daoyu], but I have never seen her. Master originally wanted to take me to [Donghuang Yunping], and now he asked me to go to [Nanli Daoyu], most likely to let me go to find my senior sister."
“As for the [Nanli Daoyu] itself, although I have heard about it from my master several times, I don’t know much about it.”
Very good, the person being escorted himself does not know the destination, and combined with the black-robed man he met before, Mo Cheng is almost certain that the journey will be exciting enough.
The black-robed man ambushed the three Yunping immortals and even used the strange phenomena in the starry sky to influence Shen Xueqi's fate, which made Mo Cheng smell something wrong.
This was not a judgment based on knowledge, but rather the experience of a player from the [Foreign Land] regarding a certain situation, something called a [Situation], which was like a net that tried to trap the three Yunping Immortals and Shen Xueqi, and then slowly tightened.
He had no doubt that those men in black robes or some other organization would kill Shen Xueqi on the road.
If he fails to intercept and kill the enemy on the way, he will be unworthy of the task assigned to him by the system.
After that, Mo Cheng continued to feast on the food, but when he saw Shen Xueqi tasting the food on the table, he thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we go to the nearby clinic and pharmacy to buy some herbs that you can eat?"
“…Alright.”
After getting the response, Mo Cheng no longer restricted his eating speed. After all, with his physique, digestion .
He could even supplement organic matter and minerals by eating soil and trees, but there was no need for that.
After the two learned the location of the pharmacy from the waiter, they left the inn. Not long after walking along the road, they heard a somewhat vicissitudes of life voice singing:
"The tree has no roots, the flowers are beautiful, who is willing to give up the worldly love?"
"Life is like a boat in a sea of suffering, drifting and drifting without freedom."
"It is difficult to moor without a shore, and I often swim in dangerous places where fish and dragons live."
“If you look back, you will find the shore. Don’t wait until the storm destroys the boat.”
Mo Cheng looked in the direction of the singing, and saw a Taoist holding a white banner walking towards him not far away. On the banner were written four powerful characters - Iron Mouth Straight Forward.
And below the words "iron mouth and direct prediction" there are three small words - fortune teller.
As if sensing Mo Cheng's gaze , the Taoist walked over slowly and said:
"It's a sure bet. If it doesn't work, you can get your money. Do you two want to have your fortune told?"
Perhaps it was the song sung by the Taoist priest just now, as well as the fact that he called himself a fortune teller, that made Mo Cheng feel interesting.
Or maybe it was the first time he saw such a close-up attire that he had only seen on TV screens, and the four big words "iron-clad judgment" on the banner were a little too absolute, which made Mo Cheng interested.
"If it doesn't work, I'll give you the money? Okay, then help me calculate it."
The fortune teller stroked his beard and looked at Mo Cheng's facial features intently, while his right hand kept counting, "Huh?! This is quite interesting."
"Young Master's complexion is rosy and his face is full of peach blossoms. He must be lucky in love."
Listening to the fortune teller's words, Mo Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. It seemed that the person in front of him just saw Shen Xueqi beside him and then said a few nonsense.
The fortune teller said this, and took a few steps closer, as if to get a better look at Mo Cheng's face. "Women are like water. Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. My dear, you must be careful. Remember, remember."
"Hey, it turns out I have luck in love too." Mo Cheng sneered, but he didn't believe it at all in his heart.
The fortune teller looked at Shen Xueqi, "Do you want to have your fortune told, too?"
"No need."
Shen Xueqi shook her head. To her, who had learned from an immortal master, fortune-telling in the mortal world was like an elementary school student discussing the selection criteria for the Nobel Prize in Mathematics with the disciples of a Nobel Prize winner. It was all nonsense.
The fortune teller laughed, not embarrassed at all, and just continued to talk to himself, "The girl's fate is lonely and unlucky, and it is easy for her to hurt people around her. Recently, the evil spirit of her fate has counterattacked, and there is evil spirit hidden between her eyebrows. I am afraid that there will be a disaster in the near future."
The smile on Mo Cheng's face gradually disappeared, and he took a light step forward. Although no change could be seen, he had actually blocked all the retreat routes of the fortune teller.
"Is there any way to resolve what the Taoist priest said?"
As he spoke, Mo Cheng took another step forward and approached the fortune teller.
He didn't know whether this fortune teller was a friend or an enemy, but what the other party said was enough for Mo Cheng to ask some questions.
But the fortune teller just laughed and said, "Destiny is determined by heaven. I can only tell fortunes. Changing fate is as difficult as ascending to heaven, and I can't do it either."
As he spoke, no one knew how the fortune teller moved. His figure flashed and he had already walked dozens of steps away, so Mo Cheng could only see his back slowly leaving.
As he left, the fortune teller continued to sing loudly: "The devil is not the devil, the way is not the way, good and evil are in the human heart. Desire is not desire, love is not love, marriage is determined by heaven."
After feeling that Mo Cheng behind him had not caught up and was far away, the fortune teller wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "What a fierce and evil aura. I just wanted to meet Wang Han's disciple with a bad fate, but I didn't expect that there would be such a fierce and evil protector beside him."
The fortune teller rubbed his sore eyes. Just now, he was close to Mo Cheng and almost saw his [inner self], but he was discovered when he was about to see through it. If he had not walked fast, he estimated that he would have been left behind by the protector.
"I thought that the lonely evil spirit was difficult to talk to, but I didn't expect that the guardian was the most dangerous."
"Why did Wang Han find such a protector for her disciple? He has a lot of peach blossoms and a lot of red strings. He is a natural playboy."
"He is entangled in a red rope, but he is unaware of it. He looks like a scholar, but he has practiced Taoism and Zen. It's strange, strange."
"Well, I have reminded them, and the guardian has understood my intention. I will let them handle the next thing."
The fortune teller, muttering to himself, holding a white banner that could tell the truth, left the city step by step without stopping. At the same time, no one noticed that a fortune teller had walked straight through the closed city gate and into the turbulent undercurrent.
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On the other side, Shen Xueqi was a little distracted after listening to the fortune teller's words, and she almost bumped into someone without paying attention.
Fortunately, Mo Cheng was quick to act and grabbed Shen Xueqi's shoulder first.
He was not worried that Shen Xueqi would be knocked down or injured, but he knew that this absent-minded state could easily cause a spontaneous reaction in the body if she touched something.
If Shen Xueqi really hits someone, the person hit by Shen Xueqi in the next moment will at least be slightly injured.
Shen Xueqi's subconscious reaction is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.
