Jiangzhai.

Jiang Zhou's left index finger made three vertical and four horizontal strokes on his right palm.

On the index finger, little finger, six knuckles, the two fingertips of the middle finger, the ring finger, and the four palm hills on the palm of the hand, write a word on each of the twelve palaces.

As the mind moves, the twelve houses rotate accordingly.

The heavenly secrets circulate endlessly, nameless and imageless, breathless and formless.

A mysterious and mysterious thought arose in my heart.

Not long after, a secret number appeared on the palm of my hand.

Jiang Zhou recited in a low voice: "The luck of the sun and the moon is the basis of good and bad luck."

Frowning slightly: "What do you mean?"

He knew the original meaning of this sentence, because it was a verse mentioned in the God's Palm Sutra.

The original meaning is that the movement of the sun, moon and stars coincides with the heaven and earth, which is the basis for deducing good and bad luck.

No, he was thinking of Poting Village.

Although it has been predicted for a long time, it may be difficult to deduce any results based on just a place name.

There were only two sentences, which were beyond his expectation.

These two sentences really confused him.

Jiang Zhou shook his head. He originally wanted to try it if there were jujubes but no jujubes. Since he couldn't figure it out for the moment, he didn't bother with it.

However, even good or bad cannot be calculated, it is already a result in itself, and it is obvious.

Good or bad luck is uncertain, good or bad is possible.

There were things in that place that could cause "misfortune" to him. This was definitely not an ordinary place.

I raised my head and looked at the sky. Night had fallen, and the bright moon was in the sky.

it's time.

With a thought, a ray of soul left the body and escaped into the night sky.

Poting Village was mentioned from the mouth of Xue Yaonv, and Jiang Zhou had no intention of stepping into it easily.

Coupled with such a strange divination result, he would not run away rashly.

A ray of soul is enough.

The soul escaped from the sky and left Jiangdu City in a moment.

Poting Village is not far from Jiangdu City. Originally, at the speed of the soul, it can reach thousands of miles in an instant, but it can be reached in the blink of an eye.

However, the river boat suddenly stopped when it passed over a rocky place along the Yellow River.

Because he saw an "old acquaintance".

An old man with a long beard wearing a straw hat was sitting on a big rock and fishing by the river with a long fishing rod.

Behind him on the river beach stood an imposing young man.

"...You will definitely encounter many obstacles and all kinds of difficulties and dangers when you go there."

"Why did my husband say this?"

Listening to the conversation between the two coming from afar, Jiang Zhou showed a smile.

This old guy is using this mysterious fishing method again.

This old man with a long beard was the Yellow River fisherman with whom he had some quarrel.

If it were someone else, Jiang Zhou wouldn't pay attention.

But since they are old enemies, he has to make trouble.

After all, if you are unhappy, I will be happy.

From his understanding, although this old guy looks like a poor man and a master of the world, he is actually just an old silver coin who has no profit and cannot afford to die early.

It will never be aimless.

The person who can fool him is not an ordinary person.

Immediately, he calmed down and hid aside, listening quietly to the conversation between the two.

The young man spoke again: "Old man, do you know where I want to go and what I want to do?"

"Hehehe..."

The old man's laughter was vigorous and cool, as if he contained everything in the world and was open-minded and insightful.

Just listen to his rhyming words: "There are many emotions in the world and it is easy to be sad and easy to die. Although the world is so big, it is difficult to tolerate it."

"In later life, emotions can easily get hurt, and people and ghosts have different paths. Why do you go against the will of nature and seek trouble for yourself?"

The young man was slightly startled, then frowned and said, "Where are you from as a charlatan? Why do you want to make a fuss in front of someone?"

Jiang Zhou, who was hiding in the dark, felt happy, this man had some brains.

The Yellow River fisherman is not that easy to deal with. Hearing this, he just shook his head and smiled: "It's a pity, it's a pity. Although you are determined and determined, what can you do if the date is already set?"

"Going here will not only fail to fulfill your wish, but will also bring disaster to the deceased. Future generations, please listen to the old man's kind words and go back."

"snort!"

"Don't pretend to be gods or ghosts. I have been on the battlefield for twenty years, beheaded countless people, ghosts and gods have changed things, and I have never been afraid."

The young man patted the scabbard on his waist and said in a cold voice: "It all depends on human beings. To decide what to do in a certain life, just trust in the long sword on your waist. Even if there are dangers, you can just cut them open with one strike."

"Don't talk nonsense and block someone's way. Get out of the way quickly. Otherwise, don't blame someone for disrespecting the elders and being merciless under the knife."

The old man fishing in the Yellow River shook his head and said with a smile: "It may not be a good thing if your sharpness is too exposed."

"I still have some love for your wife's ancestor, but we can't just sit back and watch the next generation fall into despair?"

"He is indeed a monster!"

When the young man heard that he had revealed his origins and intentions, he was not shocked, which was an astonishing reaction.

Instead, his face showed shock and anger.

He can only be regarded as a monster who specially pried into his own background and came to cause trouble with ulterior motives.

At that moment, there was no longer any hesitation, and the long knife on his waist was unsheathed.

The cold light blooms like a cold moon falling to the ground.

He was extremely decisive, showed no mercy, and struck with all his might.

He has been in battle for a long time, and his sword is aimed at killing people.

If you don't take action, that's enough. If you take action, you'll kill the enemy.

This knife is quite impressive, with the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

Jiang Zhou, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but secretly praise him.

However, although this sword is not weak, it is far from powerful enough in front of that old silver coin.

Sure enough, this seemingly shocking sword force stopped suddenly three feet in front of the old man Huang He.

There seems to be an invisible big hand that firmly holds the cold moon, making it difficult for it to move forward.

However, the old man on the Yellow River did not move, still fishing with his back to the young man, and his eyes never left the floating bait on the river.

"hehe……"

Just hearing his soft smile, the Hanyue sword light suddenly shattered and dissipated into nothingness.

The young man's expression changed.

But there was no hesitation. The long knife came out again, but blood was pouring all over his body.

On the river beach, murderous aura filled the air for a while, and there was a lot of blood.

It seems that one can vaguely hear the sound of killing waves rising one after another, like thousands of troops rushing to kill in a battlefield.

Countless sword lights also surged toward the old man of the Yellow River like a wave.

The old man in the Yellow River remained motionless. The surging sword light turned all the rocks on the beach into powder bit by bit, but in the end it was impossible to penetrate the area a few feet in front of him.

"Hehehe..."

Amid the killing sounds that shot up into the sky, there were interspersed with the gentle and vigorous laughter of the old man from the Yellow River.

Pretending to be guilty.

Jiang Zhou looked on coldly and turned his back.

His right hand was turned out.

The invisible and traceless innate demon-slaying sword energy has attached itself to one of the young men's swords in the sky.

"Hiss~"

There was an almost inaudible sound of tearing silk.

The expression of the old man from the Yellow River, who was leisurely and confident, suddenly changed.

Huge waves suddenly broke out on the still relatively calm Yellow River.

The fishing rod vibrated violently, and a fishing hook flew up from the river and rolled out.

In an instant, the swords collided.

"Ding!"

There was a slight crisp sound, and the fishhook suddenly shot backwards.

The long fishing line was also cut into several pieces.

The Yellow River fisherman suddenly stood up from the boulder and turned around to look around:
Chapter completed!