Chapter 1270: Divine Prediction, Transformed into a Mortal Sword Immortal

Chapter 1270: Divine Prediction, Transformed into a Mortal Sword Immortal

Qin Tian was already horrified when these words came out!

Obviously, he never expected that the dignified old man Wu Ya would spend ten years of his life to tell fortunes, and ended up with serious injuries and backlash!

Could it be that his own destiny is really so strange?

Even the old man Wu Ya, who can predict the secrets of heaven, can't figure out the fate at all?

Perhaps he noticed Qin Tian's loss of composure, and the old man Wu Ya shook his head helplessly:

"Believe it or not, you will know after you take a look.........!"

After saying that, the old man Wu Ya waved his sleeves and offered a strange tortoise shell in the air, and several copper coins fell down and landed on the seemingly ordinary table.

During this process, the white-haired old man, who seemed ordinary, danced with his hands like a butterfly flying through flowers, and chanted obscure spells in his mouth.

In an instant, a mysterious atmosphere spread!

However, the next moment, a shocking scene appeared.

The moment the copper coins fell on the table, they seemed to be disturbed by an unknown force and exploded into ashes on the spot.

Even the ancient tortoise shell floating in the air quickly cracked on the surface and then turned into several pieces of debris.

Since then, the old man Wu Ya stopped his action immediately, with a look of surprise on his face. He dared not continue to do the divination, obviously worried about being attacked by the secret of heaven.

And in his mouth, he muttered to himself:

"Compared with the last time, your fate is almost completely obscured by the secret of heaven. I can't do anything about it!"

Seeing this situation, Qin Tian was already secretly shocked.

But the old man Wu Ya suddenly spoke again, implying a deep meaning:

"It's a blessing or a disaster, it's all in a thought. Although there is a will of heaven, the future is unpredictable, but your fate is always in your own hands, so why worry about it?"

Hearing this, Qin Tian fell into silence.

After a moment, he seemed to understand something, and he bowed and said politely:

"Thank you for your advice, senior!"

Just at this moment, Ao Ling'er, who was not far away, found something unusual, and then her eyes rolled around, holding a chicken leg in her left hand and a big meat bun in her right hand, and she ran over with a naive look on her face and shouted sweetly:

"Grandpa, can you help me tell a fortune? I'll treat you to a chicken leg!"

After that, Ao Ling'er quickly handed over the chicken leg she had taken a bite of.

Seeing this situation, Qin Tian couldn't help but cough lightly to cover up his embarrassment!

The old man Wu Ya's face turned black.

But this time, he didn't say the foolish words about the lack of ice in the five elements. Instead, as if on a whim, he actually took out a few more copper coins and calculated with his fingers.

However, the shocking scene happened again!

Not long after, when the copper coin fell to the ground, the old man, who had been calm on the face, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood without any warning, and his momentum also withered on the spot.

Seeing this situation, Qin Tian could not help but be stunned.

Ao Ling'er, who was standing next to him, was so frightened that her face turned pale. She couldn't help but panic and said:

"Huh? What does this mean? Grandpa, why are you spitting blood? Could it be that this girl will also have a blood disaster?"

However, upon hearing this, the old man Wu Ya opened his eyes wide and stared at Ao Ling'er with disbelief, which made the latter feel scared.

After a while, the old man finally recovered to normal, and his face showed a rare kind look. At the same time, he did not forget to reach out and touch the little girl's head, and said casually:

"Little girl of the Dragon Clan, how about you promise me one thing?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Ling'er couldn't help but secretly doubt, but still nodded ignorantly.

Seeing this situation, the old man Wu Ya said earnestly:

"If you win this world in the future, remember to leave a way for all living beings to survive, and don't eat the Canglan Realm out of money!"

..................

Three months later.

The far west coast.

Somewhere in a calm place, there are many remote fishing villages. Many fishermen are busy on fishing boats, and various shouts are mixed together. It looks peaceful and peaceful, which is somewhat similar to the fishing village on Luoxia Island.

On the soft beach, a group of innocent and ignorant half-grown children are holding simple wooden swords, waving them crookedly, as if they are practicing some strange sword moves.

Unlike the children who are sweating profusely, there is an old man wearing a coarse linen shirt and white hair and beard on the beach. He is taking a nap leisurely with his eyes closed. On a bonfire in front of him, the fat fish are roasted golden.

There is no doubt that this person is the Qinglian Sword Immortal!

Faintly, the old man's voice could still be heard, echoing endlessly on the beach:

"Hey! You bunch of brats, be quicker! You forgot the sword moves I just taught you yesterday? You are a hopeless case!"

"What are you looking at, little fat boy? I'm talking about you! You can't even hold the sword steady, what do you do for a living?"

"And that little girl, I told you to stab, not to chop. The sword is for chivalry and justice, not for chopping wood...!"

"Listen carefully, you all just need to offer a fresh fish every day, and you can learn swordsmanship from me. If you can learn even a few moves from me, it will be easy for you to travel the world with a sword and become a peerless hero!"

............

As soon as the words fell, a wave of flattery suddenly sounded in the field, such as the old immortal was powerful, and the Qinglian Sword Immortal, who was praising him, smiled and drank from the wine pot.

The fishermen passing by were not surprised by everything that happened here, and their faces were full of respect from the bottom of their hearts.

Obviously, in this remote coast, the reputation of the old man Qinglian is not low. It is estimated that he has been cheating and eating and drinking for a long time under the name of the old immortal.

On the cliff in the distance, Qin Tian, ​​who had a panoramic view of all this, could not help but complain in his heart.

But he did not make a sound to disturb him, anyway, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Probably because in his detection, the Qinglian Sword Immortal seemed to be pretending to be crazy, but in fact, his true essence had been sealed, and even his eyes were turbid, just like an ordinary old man, and he did not look fake.

That strange state was as if his memory was also sealed.

You should know that with the terrifying strength of the Green Lotus Sword Immortal, it is estimated that it is difficult to find someone in the world who can seal his cultivation and memory.

In this case, if he wants to do this, he must do it on purpose.

And this state has long been recorded in some ancient books.

As the old saying goes, if you want to become a god, you must first become a mortal, and if you want to become a mortal, you must first enter the world!

In short, after a cultivator reaches the peak of the late Nascent Soul, if he wants to further explore the opportunity of becoming a god, in addition to his talent and understanding, he also needs to temper his heart and comprehend the great way of heaven and earth.

When he reaches the state of unity between heaven and man and forms a certain fit with the heaven and earth, he can glimpse a glimpse of a breakthrough opportunity in the dark.

It's just that this matter is illusory and mysterious.

From ancient times to the present, countless top masters have stopped here all their lives and made no progress. In the end, they can only die in depression, and their cultivation has become a passing cloud, and they have no chance to achieve the great way of immortality.

For masters who have been secluded in the mountains for many years, if they want to temper their Dao heart as quickly as possible and find the opportunity to become a god before their lifespan runs out, entering the world to practice is undoubtedly an excellent choice.

This is why many powerful people who have been secluded in the world like to hide their identities and travel the world. For example, the old man Wu Ya even lowered his status and became a swindler in a small town.

It is precisely because of the existence of these people that the legend of the masters who are out of the world has always been circulated in the world of immortal cultivation from ancient times to the present.

But everything is not absolute, and everyone's Tao is different.

For example, the great cultivator of the Demon Sect, Tan Tai Haoqing, and the master of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, Fairy Yaoguang, have never heard of the saying of seclusion.

Or perhaps, the two of them traveled the world in secret, but outsiders did not know.

Among them, the Qinglian Sword Immortal is undoubtedly the most extreme existence.

This old thing not only hid himself from the world and became a mortal, but also took the initiative to seal his cultivation memory, completely holding the mentality of burning his boats.