The fortune teller is thin, with a wooden yellow crown on his head and a mustache. His appearance has nothing to do with the immortal style of a Taoist monk. There are two flags on both sides of his stall, with the words "

"Blessings are immeasurable" and on one side it reads "The Tao and the Dharma are infinite".

When the fortune teller saw a guest standing in front of his stall, he immediately showed a smile and said: "Young man, Pindao is always very accurate in fortune telling. Come and cast your fortune, and Pindao will calculate the good and bad luck for you!"

"Zhou Qingmu, are you stupid? You look like a charlatan, why are you standing here?"

Yang Zhao turned around, looked at Zhou Qingmu's figure standing in front of the fortune-telling booth, walked over, grabbed Zhou Qingmu's sleeve and left.

Zhou Qingmu put down Yang Zhao's hand, looked at the fortune teller, and said, "Can you write talismans here to pray for blessings and avoid evil for others?"

Seeing that there was something going on, Taoist Taoist Eight-Character Hu immediately took out a piece of talisman paper and struck while the iron was hot: "Of course, Sir. You don't need to draw lots to tell fortunes, but you can also write talisman paper for others very well. I think you are kind-hearted, so I will do it for you for free."

You tell the fortune! We only charge you five taels of silver, it’s a great deal!”

Before Zhou Qingmu could speak, Yang Zhao could no longer hold back and cursed: "Five taels of silver? Why don't you go to the street and grab it! In the restaurant over there, you can have a big bowl of braised pork for just five taels of silver! That's it!"

It’s unclear whether your broken talisman papers will work or not! I think you are just trying to deceive them!”

Seeing that Yang Zhao looked like this, and his cultivation was even more impressive, Taoist Taoist Eight-Character Hu hesitated for a long time without uttering a complete sentence.

Zhou Qingmu suddenly spoke at this time.

"How many talisman papers can be written with five taels of silver?"

As soon as Zhou Qingmu said these words, Yang Zhao and the Taoist with a mustache were both stunned.

The mustachioed Taoist suddenly smiled and said quickly: "Two, no, no, five!"

After Zhou Qingmu's words, Yang Zhao took Zhou Qingmu's hand again and insisted on pulling him away.

Seeing Zhou Qingmu's silence, the Taoist with a mustache stretched out his hands and said, "Ten pictures, young man. No more!"

Zhou Qingmu shook his head at Yang Zhao, his face extremely serious, and said: "Yang Zhao, some things are very important to me, it doesn't matter even if I am cheated."

It doesn't matter if you are cheated.

Yang Zhao was stunned by Zhou Qingmu's words. He had only seen the determination in the young man's eyes when he snatched the sword from the mouth of the black feathered blood eagle. At this time, the Taoist-robed young man inexplicably let go of his hand.

Zhou Qingmu turned his head to Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Mr. Zhou Qingmu.

The Taoist with a mustache said with a smile: "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

After saying that, Taoist Eight-Character Hu picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and took out a piece of yellow paper. Then, without raising his head, Taoist Eight-Character Hu asked Zhou Qingmu the name, birthday, and horoscope of the person he wanted to pray for, and added another sentence

, if it is a deceased person, remember to tell him when he passed away.

Then, Zhou Qingmu began to lower his head and chant softly to the Taoist Taoist with a mustache, and as he spoke, he seemed to mention something. Zhou Qingmu's voice couldn't stop trembling, and even the sword he was holding in his hand fell to the ground inadvertently.

Finally, the young man squatted on the ground and reached out to pick up the sword on the ground. However, the young man's lowered head was buried deeper and deeper, and the scene in his eyes was already blurry.

On that day, the boy was very far from the road beneath his feet, but very close to the moon above his head when he was young.

The young man just felt like lying on someone's lap and fell asleep. When he woke up, only the lights of thousands of houses were left in the distance.

After Zhou Qingmu finished reading what he should tell the Taoist, he stood up and took the two talisman papers with beautiful handwriting from the fortune teller. The young man put down a bag of money on the Taoist's stall, turned around and left.

Yang Zhao looked at Zhou Qingmu's back in a daze, and it took him a long time to regain his composure and follow him.

Zhou Qingmu looked down at the talisman paper for a long time, then suddenly turned around and asked Yang Zhao to lend him a bunch of fire.

The young man put the talisman paper on the fire at his fingertips. After a moment, the talisman paper he had just written turned into fly ash and scattered between the sky and the earth.

At this moment, snowflakes fell from the boy's head.

Autumn comes very early in this world, and winter comes so quickly, uncharacteristically.

All the doors and windows in the city were opened, and the children, who were forced to put on cotton-padded jackets by their elders, stood happily in front of the windows or doors watching the sudden falling snow.

The Taoist with a mustache looked at the sudden heavy snowfall. He pinched his fingers and wondered what he was calculating. He said to himself with a strange expression: "No, why can't I calculate the fate of that young man? Let's count him.

It's an anomaly with extraordinary luck. What the hell is going on when it suddenly snows? Is God starting to make random moves? Or is it some big shot in the city that affects the climate of heaven and earth? No, no, let me figure it out."

Suddenly, the Taoist stopped what he was doing, as if he noticed something, he hurriedly put away the stall and went home early.

On the street, the sound of two people talking could be vaguely heard.

"The talisman paper I bought for five taels of silver is burned like this? What a waste of money!"

"Burn it to let them know."

...

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhou and Yang finally found a chamber of commerce that was spreading soul-killing missions. This chamber of commerce was somewhat familiar to Zhou Qingmu. It was Tianxing who had accompanied Tang Zijin to participate in the auction before.

Chamber of Commerce.

The two walked into the Chamber of Commerce, and Yang Zhao said without hesitation: "Manager, do you have any other soul-slaying missions?"

The steward of the Chamber of Commerce is a slightly fat middle-aged man wearing a purple-patterned coat.

Seeing the guests coming, the steward of the chamber of commerce said with a smile: "You two gentlemen, the chamber of commerce has one more soul-slaying mission."

Yang Zhao said without thinking: "How much silver can I get?"

The steward of the Chamber of Commerce looked embarrassed when he heard this: "After completing this task, the Chamber of Commerce will give you two three hundred spirit stones, but..."

Spiritual stones are spiritual objects that contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They are also human currencies that are worth much more than silver.

When Yang Zhao heard that he could get three hundred spirit stones, his eyes lit up: "Don't worry, I have accepted this task!"

Zhou Qingmu on the side was slightly agitated after hearing that he could get three hundred spirit stones. He never thought that this spirit-slaying mission would be so valuable!

Hearing this, the fat middle-aged man took out a scroll and said with a still expression of embarrassment: "You two, I think you should take a look at the content on the scroll before making a decision. I can only see the breath of you two.

Although the Lingfu realm is extraordinary at this age, the risk of this matter is too great. Please don't take it hastily. If an accident occurs, the elders of the two families come to find me. We, the Tianxing Merchant Guild, are in the middle and are extremely important.

Difficult to do.”

Yang Zhao took the scroll and did not answer the Chamber of Commerce steward. Instead, he and Zhou Qingmu read it together.

"Qiyun Mountain Soul Killing Mission: There is a water demon in Qiuchao Lake in Qiongyun Mountain in Konghuai City who is not inferior to the Demon King. He is powerful. If anyone can kill him and take his inner elixir, he will be rewarded with three hundred spiritual stones. The inner elixir will be sold to the Chamber of Commerce for an auction price.

Starting from three thousand spiritual stones."

The content was brief, just telling the two of them the location of the water monster and the bounty.

Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingmu already understood what the Chamber of Commerce steward was worried about. Zhou Qingmu looked hesitant and asked, "Does the steward have any other tasks?"

A demon king usually has at least a Qi Condensation realm cultivation level, and some demon kings can even reach the Yuanshen realm. And in the same realm, the strength of a demon king is even stronger than that of human monks in the same realm.

Only a swordsman with great killing power can be as good as a martial artist with a strong body and fierce boxing skills.

The obese man was not surprised by Zhou Qingmu's reaction. He shook his head and said: "Recently, the Chamber of Commerce has only one soul-killing mission left. The water demon is said to be vicious and frequently hurts people, which also makes the people around it distressed. Several cities around or

The sects and families have all assigned the task of killing this water monster, but the news has come out that no one has succeeded in killing the water monster. The only chamber of commerce that dares to wade into this troubled water is my Tianxing Chamber of Commerce, and there are a few people who have taken it before you.

If I haven’t returned to this mission yet, I’m afraid it’s going to be very bad.”

Having said that, the Chamber of Commerce manager couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After Zhou Qingmu heard this, Miss Lin in plain clothes suddenly appeared in his mind. She was also a monster. Zhou Qingmu had never seen her maliciously hurting anyone. Most of the time, she was involuntarily.

The words of the white-clothed Confucian scholar were firmly engraved in the young man's mind, "If you want to stick to the 'goodness' in your heart, after confirming that what the other party does is 'evil', no matter whether the other party is a demon or a human, what you should do is

He threw out his fists without hesitation."

Zhou Qingmu shook his head and said with firm eyes: "Monsters may not necessarily kill people. There must be some reason for this. Maybe those people are not dead yet. If the truth is not what the rumors say, I would rather give up the mission."

If the water monsters in Qiucho Lake were not killing innocent people indiscriminately, the young man would never wield a sword.

At this time, the expression of the steward of the Chamber of Commerce suddenly changed, and his words became a bit sharp: "What are you talking about? That's a monster!"

Yang Zhao caught Zhou Qingmu who was about to continue speaking, and said with a cheerful smile: "Boss, I have taken over this task!"

Having said that, in the somewhat angry eyes of the Chamber of Commerce steward, Zhou Qingmu, who was still about to speak, was pulled out of the Chamber of Commerce's door.

The obese middle-aged man looked at the two people in Taoist robes leaving and cursed involuntarily: "You are the one who doesn't kill monsters lightly. Why are you pretending to be noble? Just ask me for my blessing."

Don’t die in Qiongyun Mountain!”

After saying that, the steward of the Chamber of Commerce suddenly looked solemn and waved to the maid beside him.

When the maid came over in a hurry, he leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Pass this on, if anyone comes to ask about the whereabouts of these two people in the future, just say they don't know. If you have to ask, let those people come."

Come to me and I will explain."

Stereotypes have always been a big mountain weighing on the human and demon tribes.

Yang Zhao pulled Zhou Qingmu and walked in the direction of Qiongyun Mountain. He didn't let go of his hand holding Zhou Qingmu's arm until he was far away from the Tianxing Chamber of Commerce.

Yang Zhao quite hated the iron and said: "Xiaomu, what the hell is wrong with you? You don't have to keep those words in your heart, but just say them in front of me! What did you say in front of that damn fat man? What do you think?

Isn’t everyone in the world as kind-hearted as you?”

At this moment, Zhou Qingmu suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little impulsive, and then he touched the back of his head with great embarrassment.

Yang Zhao sighed helplessly, this young man is good at everything, but he is not very experienced in the world and does not know the depth of this world.

"Master Yang is so good at fighting, what should I be afraid of?"

When Zhou Qingmu saw Yang Zhao acting so mature, he smiled in the wind and strode forward.

It was not a mockery, but something the young man said from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, I, Yang Zhao, am invincible in the world! Hahaha, who doesn't have the guts to dare to provoke me?"

When Yang Zhao heard this, he also smiled and walked forward with the same big steps as Zhou Qingmu.
Chapter completed!