Violent Dan Zun

  Chapter 1749 Fortune teller

  Chen Xuan also understood at this time that he was also a boy from a fishing village. Although I want to become stronger now. But Chen Xuan knew that his resources were actually very limited.

  Because of this, Chen Xuan felt that he was a little unwilling. Chen Xuan can't live in the fishing village all his life, although in the fishing village, what Chen Xuan can feel is the happiness of his father's love.

  But Chen Xuan has no way to keep himself here. Because Chen Xuan's Dao heart has a desire to become stronger. But until one day, such a day made Chen Xuan feel that he was coming like a nightmare.

In fact, this day is no different from normal times. Chen Xuan is still watching all this by the fish pond, but Chen Xuan knows what Chen Xuan wants now. It is definitely Xixian Zi A Chen Xuan who can’t give him a daze like this. of.

  But what can be done like that? Chen Xuan was also powerless, because the world was still huge. But Chen Xuan is still too small now. Chen Xuan listened to the sound of the waves one after another, watching the waves layer after layer. This made Chen Xuan feel comfortable. But it seemed that it was only a while before Chen Xuan would fall into the thought that he was too small.

  The people in the neighborhood are very kind, and Chen Xuan knows that there must be no such things outside what he desires. But what about that? Chen Xuan can't stay here forever.

  Chen Xuan is not reconciled, he is not reconciled that his life can only be at the beach, and can only be with these fishermen. But what about that? Chen Xuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

  "Young man, see you alone here and looking outside. I wonder if you are interested in chatting with the old man?" Chen Xuan was also very surprised. The person behind him sounded strong.

  This person shouldn't be a waiting person anyway, but Chen Xuan felt that his heart trembled because of this person's words. Chen Xuan felt that this son was likely to change his life, because Chen Xuan felt the scorching gaze behind him staring at him.

  But Chen Xuan didn't know the meaning of such gazes, because Chen Xuan realized that there seemed to be traces of regret in such scorching gazes.

  Chen Xuan turned around and glanced at his back. It was an old man wearing a gossip pattern. He looked very trivial, not the kind of fairy-style bones that Chen Xuan had imagined.

  And this old man was looking at Chen Xuan with a smile on his face. When he laughed, his two-handed beard trembled and trembling, which made Chen Xuan feel that he was even more petty. And that long jet-black hair was very messy with the wind, and the tortoise shell was still holding in his hand. But what Chen Xuan could see was that the old man seemed to be very precious to the tortoise shell, and he was constantly playing with the tortoise shell with his hands.

   Chen Xuan heard that there seemed to be three copper coins in the tortoise shell, and the clanging sound was endless. Chen Xuan did not feel the slightest irritation, but Chen Xuan felt a relaxed and pleasant sound.

   Chen Xuan's impression of this old man instantly improved a lot, and Chen Xuan felt that the old man in front of him seemed not so simple.

  While Chen Xuan looked at the old man with his eyes, the old man's eyes were also looking at Chen Xuan. The old man's eyes gave Chen Xuan a very deep and brilliant feeling.

  The two remained silent for a long time, but each had its own thoughts, and each had its own world. "Hello, sir!" Chen Xuan felt that the old man's city mansion in front of him was indeed extremely deep. He was waiting for Chen Xuan to ask him, and in front of him, the old man who looked shameless, and even dressed in shabby clothes, was actually a not-so-simple character.

   is very likely to be a master, or a master in seclusion outside the world? Could it be that your future has fallen? Could it be said that the sky has eyes, and the sky is pitiful? Is even the gods unwilling to become an ordinary existence? But Chen Xuan seemed to slowly remember something. Before, Chen Xuan seemed to have vague memories.

  Because of this memory, Chen Xuan himself couldn't be sure that it was true or not. Because Chen Xuan felt that he was not a person in this world at all. This is what Chen Xuan's memory told Chen Xuan. During Chen Xuan's time in Yujie and Daoxin Continent, the scenes of the forty years echoed in Chen Xuan's mind. When Chen Xuan was asleep, these memories entangled Chen Xuan like a dream.

  But Chen Xuan felt that he was a false existence, and even Chen Xuan himself didn’t know what was true and what was false. But Chen Xuan still feels that all this is not as simple as it seems.

  Because all this made Chen Xuan feel very unreal.

"Boy, I know, what do you want to ask the old man! But the old man can't answer you yet! But, boy, you are indeed a little different. The old man hasn't met someone who can't see through for hundreds of thousands of years! "

   "The hexagrams in the hands of the old man seem to have become gadgets in the hands of the old man, but the old man seems to have watched everyone and everything here!"

  The fortune-tellers’ words sound very arrogant to anyone, but the fortune-tellers are very plain when they say these things. It seems that there is nothing in which fortune-tellers can feel very proud.

  This made Chen Xuan feel that this person is really unpredictable. But at this time, Chen Xuan made the fortune-tellers feel very different, because the fortune-tellers have been walking in the world for so long, and they can see through a person at a glance.

  But this time it seems that Chen Xuan really cannot be seen through. This made the fortune-tellers become curious, but this kind of curiosity gave the fortune-tellers this conversation about Chen Xuan before.

  At this time, Chen Xuan naturally did not want to let go of the opportunity to make friends with outsiders. Chen Xuan felt that the person in front of him might be able to tell himself who he was? What is your direction?

  At this time, the sound of the waves one after another seemed to be more pleasant, as if the sun was not as strong as what Chen Xuan had just seen at this time. In the sunlight, the leaves reflected on the earth in a mottled manner, giving Chen Xuan the feeling that they were beautiful paintings. Chen Xuan made a small tick to the fortuneteller, and then sat down with the fortuneteller. The fortune-telling man glanced at Chen Xuan, and his expression seemed a little bit more surprised. But this bit of surprise was quickly buried in the eyes of the fortune-telling man.

"Boy, the old man can’t see through you very much. It’s also you that gave the old man the urge to fortune this time. The old man has forgotten when he came into this world, and the old man seems to have forgotten what the last fortune was. It's time."

   Chen Xuan heard such vicissitudes of words from the fortune-telling man, and his spirit was also shocked. Hundreds of thousands of years ago? How long was that? In Chen Xuan's dream, he was only forty years old, but now Chen Xuan was also five years old, but Chen Xuan felt that his five-year-old body seemed to have the soul of a forty-year-old hidden in his body.

  Chen Xuan didn't know why he felt this way, as if Chen Xuan felt that all of this was very unlikely, very mysterious. But because of such mysterious things, Chen Xuan felt that his origins did not seem so simple.

  Chen Xuan nodded, indicating that the fortuneteller can start. But the fortuneteller glanced at Chen Xuan, then at Chen Xuan's clothes and surrounding environment. Suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter sounded very wanton, very casual, which made Chen Xuan feel very unbelievable, such a person gave Chen Xuan an unpredictable feeling.

  Also, it made Chen Xuan feel that this son is indeed not a person who plays mystery, but is rather free and easy in his behavior. What kind of state of mind is this to give people the feeling of playing in the world?

  Chen Xuan didn’t know what kind of person he was to have such a state of mind. Chen Xuan couldn't see through this poor-looking old man. Chen Xuan nodded and signaled the fortuneteller to start.

   "Boy, your hexagram is the cheapest hexagram that the old man can count. But that's fine, everything in the world is my heart, and money is nothing but a fart!"

  When the fortune-telling man said this sentence, the corners of his mouth still had a slight sneer, which to Chen Xuan felt like a beggar mocking a rich man.

  But Chen Xuan knew that this was definitely not overkill, because what Chen Xuan saw in the eyes of the fortuneteller was such a domineering aura. Chen Xuan became more and more curious about the fortune teller. Perhaps the fortune teller could tell Chen Xuan who he really was.

  Chen Xuan has always been puzzled about the question, perhaps fortune-tellers can answer. However, the fortune-telling man seemed not to care about Chen Xuan's sustenance at all. Instead, he began to shake the tortoise shell in his hand, and the clanging sounds of hexagram coins collided in the tortoise shell.

  Sound like this can impact Chen Xuan's current soul, as if it can completely impact Chen Xuan's current soul. But Shi Chen Xuan seemed to have developed that state of mind from his own dreams, which made Chen Xuan feel that his mentality could be extremely calm. It seems that this is just a dream for Chen Xuan, but it can affect Chen Xuan's mood at this time.

  Chen Xuan still kept his eyes cold, watching, but even so, Chen Xuan's heart still seemed to be shocked. Because the feeling that this sound brought to Chen Xuan seemed to be a shock that penetrated into the depths of his soul.

But it was only half a moment before the shock disappeared. Everything was determined by the hexagram. The fortune-telling man’s beard finally stopped trembling. The fortune-telling man’s beard finally didn’t have to let Chen Xuan feel him. It will fall off immediately.

  At this time, the fortuneteller poured out the hexagram coins. This hexagram really surprised Chen Xuan. It felt like Chen Xuan saw a beggar who was begging for food with a bowl made of gold.

  But for Chen Xuan, this feeling is also a novelty. However, this kind of Gua coin is much more expensive than gold. If the fortune-telling person knew that Chen Xuan's mental thoughts would vomit blood at this time, because gold was like bronze and iron compared to him!

  (End of this chapter)