Hear the fortune teller's question.

The girl in red, Xu Ling'er, raised her head slightly and whispered softly: "As for my cultivation, I would like to ask you, sir, to calculate it. Is there any way to restore it?"

The fortune teller was a little surprised when he heard this. Considering the girl's ending in the dream, the fortune teller thought she would calculate something related to that incident, but he didn't expect that she would calculate whether her cultivation could be restored.

But in an instant, the fortune teller calmed down and said, "Okay."

If you abandon the story in the dream and look at the girl as an ordinary cultivator, it is quite normal for her to be seriously injured and ask about the possibility of recovery.

It was the fortune teller who made the first impression.

After thinking about the dream last night, the fortune teller's mentality has changed slightly and he no longer does anything deliberately.

He decided to follow the trend based on his own speculation.

The girl handed over ten taels of gold.

The fortune teller enlightens the hexagram.

After a dozen breaths.

After receiving the answer, the girl's breathing rose and fell slightly, and she was a little excited. She thanked the fortune teller: "Thank you sir."

But the fortune teller vaguely noticed that the girl did not attach much importance to the content of this hexagram, but...

After calculating this hexagram, the girl raised her head, looked at the fortune teller with her bright eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Thank you sir for your advice, may I ask you if I can ask you for advice in the future?"

The fortune teller seemed to have noticed something, his expression did not change, and he spoke slowly: "I have already set a precedent. As long as you do not publicize it to the outside world and attract other cultivators to me, I will treat you as an ordinary mortal and perform hexagrams every time.

Twelve ounces of gold, the same as everyone else."

After receiving this reply, the girl seemed to have even more emotional fluctuations than the previous advice that could restore her cultivation. Although she hid it well, the fortune teller still saw some clues.

Looking at the back of the girl as she finally left.

The fortune teller was cleaning up the divination stall on the spot and murmured to himself: "Although I didn't guess right at the beginning, looking at it like this, the result is still what I expected. She just came here to test carefully, and she will do it later..."

After cleaning up the Gua stall.

The fortune teller went to Wang Lin's wood carving shop and specially thanked him for his work on the wood carving last time.

Wang Lin didn't say anything. It was just a gift of gratitude to repay the fortune teller for his first prediction. There was no need for the fortune teller to come to express his gratitude again.

On the contrary, he was a little suspicious that the person behind the little Taoist priest never came forward, but he said a few words to the fortune teller, but the fortune teller didn't understand why, and in the end the two briefly exchanged a few words.

Looking at the back of the fortune teller as he leaves.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He had always paid attention to the fortune teller, especially in the past few days when the girl in red came to ask the fortune teller.

He also knew about that dream.

The intersection between the girl in red and the fortune teller is obviously a change outside of the dream.

But this story obviously has nothing to do with him, Wang Lin. After his last conversation with the fortune teller, he had already made a decision not to get involved in this whirlpool related to fate.

But this does not prevent Wang Lin from paying attention silently, wanting to be a spectator. During these decades of transformation, he wants to see whether the final ending of the fortune teller, Chang Hao, and the girl in red is the ending of that story.

Life seems to be normal again.

Time flies by, and the world of mortals flies by.

Another five years have passed.

During the five-year period, Xu Ling'er would go to the fortune teller's stall for advice every one or two years.

now.

Wang Lin's temples have turned white, giving him the appearance of a middle-aged man.

Da Niu's parents in the blacksmith shop next door have also become an old couple.

The lifespan of a mortal is so fragile. Under the ravages of more than ten years, no matter how talented a generation or a peerless beauty, they will inevitably end up with bones and skeletons and a handful of loess, let alone these ordinary people?

The child who often lay in front of Wang Lin's counter and watched Wang Lin carving wood carvings has now become an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy.

Danniu's parents made arrangements for him to get married a year ago, and they got married this year.

Wang Lin has had a good relationship with Daniel's family over the years, and Daniel has even treated him as his own family.

On the day of their wedding, Daniel even took his wife to kowtow to Wang Lin several times.

On this day, I saw that a beard had grown on my lips. I was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but I still managed to mature. I took over my father's hammer and became the pillar of the blacksmith's shop. I became the person who supports this family.

Protagonist.

Wang Lin had something more in his heart.

"The fire is passed down from generation to generation, families change from generation to generation, this is the life of a mortal..."

Old parents, grown-up son...

The Daniel family is just a microcosm of countless mortal families in this vast world of mortals.

Wang Lin stood in front of the store for a whole day and fell into deep thoughts.

After more than ten years of being mortal, he finally caught something.

"You kid really turned into a mortal..."

At night, a familiar old voice came to Wang Lin's ears.

"It's you..."

Wang Lin looked over.

It was the white-haired old man who specialized in deceiving monks more than ten years ago.

He was the mysterious old man who first saw that the fortune teller only had the third level of Qi training.

The old man chuckled and walked into Wang Lin's wood carving shop without waiting for Wang Lin to speak.

Wang Lin looked at the old man cautiously.

Yunquezi turned a blind eye to Wang Lin's fearful gaze, but in fact he was also beating a drum in his heart.

But not because of Wang Lin.

But because of the mysterious fortune teller.

He had long taken a fancy to Wang Lin's qualifications, especially when he saw that Wang Lin had grasped the glimmer of the spirit of transformation over the years, and he couldn't bear the idea of ​​including Wang Lin in his camp.

Cultivating Dao seedlings, shaking the structure of Suzaku Star in the future, and allowing the race to stand up and regain this ancestral star has always been Yunquezi's most important task in this life.

Therefore, even though he was afraid of the mysterious fortune teller, he still couldn't help but come to Wang Lin.

In fact, the reason why he has this courage in his heart is because when he met the fortune teller, he once told him to just pretend that he didn't exist and do whatever he should do. He just had to follow one point and don't disturb him.

yes.

Because of this, he was extremely angered by Zhou Wutai's actions and drank Zhou Wutai away.

Now, I will take this original instruction as a token and have the courage to continue doing my own thing.

Although Wang Lin was cautious all his life, he could not resist the kindness shown by Yunquezi, a great magical power user in the middle stage of his career.

This time, I came to Wang Lin's shop and after several conversations, I directly mentioned the most important artistic conception to Wang Lin.

More importantly, that night, Yunquezi directly brought Wang Lin to the alliance of the four sects of the fourth-level cultivation country. His domineering attitude seemed to come with his disciples, causing the god-transformation monks to show their artistic conception for Wang Lin to understand.

Just after Wang Lin followed Yunquezi and left this street.

Second night.

In Xu Ling'er's small courtyard.

Xu Ling'er was sitting cross-legged and meditating when suddenly a figure flashed in.

The girl immediately opened her eyes, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, and a small sword flew out of her sleeves, with the force of thunder, and it swept towards the intruder.

The man seemed a little surprised, but his movements of hands and feet were not slow. In a flash, he knocked Xu Ling'er's flying sword down, and finally he quickly approached Xu Ling'er, allowing her to see her face clearly.

"It's me."

Chang Hao lowered his voice and said.

Xu Ling'er's eyes changed in an instant, showing a look of surprise.

"You..." She just said one word, and then her face turned pale because she touched the blood on Chang Hao's body, and asked distressedly: "You are injured again."

Chang Hao said calmly: "We encountered three Nascent Souls from the Huan Shen Sect and two helpers from the Huan Shen Sect."

Seeing Chang Hao's injuries, Xu Ling'er couldn't help but burst into tears.

Chang Hao didn't seem to care. He glanced around the room and finally said: "My injury is not a problem, but it seems that your injury has recovered?"

There was doubt in his tone, but he also felt happy for Xu Linger.

Xu Ling'er lowered her head and said: "I followed the alchemy elder of the Huanshen Sect and learned a lot of elixir recipes. After you settled me here, I tried to use some herbs in the storage bag to refine simple elixirs when I had nothing to do.

The wound medicine was found to be effective later, so I went out to practice a few times and collected some medicinal materials. After five years, although I have not fully recovered, I am 60 to 70% better."

Chang Hao sighed complexly: "Your injury is better, why are you still here?"

Xu Ling'er had already taken out the wound medicine from the storage bag, lowered her head and pursed her lips: "If I leave, how will you find me again."
To be continued...