History’s Best Reincarnation: Episode 430: Wilderness Nightclub

Black clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to press down on the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled across the vast land amidst the howling wind. 【Latest chapter reading】

In the wilderness, there is no village in front of you, no land behind, and there is only one ancient road extending from a distance, and it extends to the distance alone.

In the dark clouds of the night sky, there was a low thunderclap, and the rain between the sky and the earth gradually increased.

The earth is solemn, and the wilderness is dark except for the sound of wind and rain. Only a little light is lit on the edge of the ancient road, revealing a little light.

This is a wilderness hut. The owner's surname is He, a middle-aged man in his early forties. He is from Xiaochi Town, a day's journey away from here. In this remote place, beside the ancient road, he worked hard to build a simple house. Provide a place to rest and drink tea for travelers traveling from south to north, so as to earn a few hard-earned money.

At this moment, Boss He is sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the sound of the wind and rain outside the house, frowning slightly, and sighing softly, thinking that such bad weather will probably never happen again There are guests.

His hut is located between Xiaochi Town and Kongsang Mountain, a big mountain in the west. The ancient road outside the door has been the way of business travel since ancient times, and it is also the must to lead to the big city in the east - Donghai Changhe City. Passing the main road, so travelers pass by from time to time.

Right now, on this stormy night, in this small shop in the wilderness, there are still a few customers sitting silently in the dark and dim hut, avoiding the bitter wind and rain outside.

"Crack!"

The wick of the oil lamp in front of Boss He made a slight crackling sound, waking up the honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The sound of wind and rain outside the house became louder and louder, as if choked with sobs. It seemed that the guests here would not be able to leave this night.

Thinking like this, he looked up at the customers in his shop. There are only five tables in the simple hut, at the moment there are guests sitting at three tables, and a single man sits at the farthest corner table, where the light is difficult to illuminate the dark place, the man sits alone There, even the face is blurred.

As for the two tables that are closer, an old man with extraordinary bearing and a young girl are sitting on the edge of one table. The old man also has a bamboo pole leaning on the table, and there is a piece of cloth on it. With the four characters "immortal guiding the way", it seems that he is a fortune teller.

As for the last table, it was the business traveler with the largest number of people. There were four people in total, and the corner behind them was piled up with goods. At this moment, it seemed that there was a young man in the middle cursing the ghost softly.

"Okay, don't talk about it." The other old man among the four people shouted at him, turned his head, smiled at Boss He, and said slightly apologetically: "Boss He, today This windy and heavy rain has caused you to stay up late with us."

Boss He smiled and shook his head. This group of business travelers often come and go on this ancient road, and they have come to his small shop many times to rest, so they are considered regular customers. He said immediately: "It's okay, it's normal for me to stay up late, but Today, it has been dark and cloudy since daytime, why are you still on your way, sir?"

The old man was startled when he heard the words, then he looked at the other people in the same group, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, why don't we know that the weather is bad today, but it is really difficult to go out."

Boss He let out an "ah".

The old man picked up the tea cup in front of him, drank the tea in the cup, and then couldn't help sighing: "Boss He, the current world is so difficult!"

Boss He was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"

The old man smiled wryly, and said: "Ten years ago, the Demon Cult, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared. I heard that they fought a big battle with the gods of Zhengdao in Qingyun Mountain. Since then Since then, in the past ten years, instead of being wiped out by the Righteous Way, the Demon Cult has become more and more prosperous, and it has been heard everywhere that they are fighting against the Righteous Way.”

Boss He was silent, the old man sighed, and said: "We ordinary people can't control what they fight with them, but under this fight, the world is in chaos. , We went out to eat and drink, and we were worried every day, fearing that we would meet a strongman, so we hurried on our way, but we were stopped here by the wind and rain, please trouble Boss He."

Boss He shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart..."

He was talking, when suddenly a voice came from a far corner, and said calmly: "So, this gentleman thinks that the chaos in the world and the rampant thieves are all caused by the demon sect you said ?”

The old man was stunned, but he didn't speak yet. The fortune teller and the young girl were at the table in front of him, and he also looked at them. pity.

At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old business traveler: "This old man!"

The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"

The young girl said softly: "Old man, your face is thin and full of lines, but the shape of your face is not broken. Although your life has been full of twists and turns, it is still safe. It's just that you have a small scar on the sixth part of the heaven, which runs across your face. , Blocking the lifeline and wealth line, when you are old, there may be a catastrophe. Now that you are old, it is better to talk less and avoid disasters."

All the merchants changed their colors together, and the old man stood up and stared closely at the old and the young, but the two of them didn't respond, they remained calm. After a long while, the old man's face was cloudy and uncertain, he looked around, finally sat back, and said to the girl, "Thank you for your guidance."

He sat back after this, and the small shop immediately fell silent. The mysterious man who was in the corner just now seemed to have also calmed down, and didn't speak any more.

It's just that the long night was really unbearable. After a long time, people in the business travelers over there gradually began to chat. After talking, they talked about the battle between righteousness and evil in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.

These traveling merchants are just ordinary people, and naturally they have never been to the scene to see it, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose. Moreover, those masters of righteous cultivation have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points in the mouths of ordinary people. As they talked, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and the others heard it too, and were attracted to them.

"...Anyway, at that time, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in danger. Fortunately, Daoxuan, the old god, took part in the good fortune and lightly tapped with his finger, and suddenly thunder and lightning fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles around. , Only then will the people of the Demon Cult be repelled!"

"Fart!" There was a soft shout suddenly, but it was the old man with extraordinary bearing who was sitting at the same table with the young girl. It's really so powerful, why did so many people die in the Qingyun Sect in the battle of Qingyun Mountain, even the head of Qimai died two, and the other elders and disciples were killed and injured countless times, you are the head of the demon sect, you are living for nothing Huh?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, the girl next to him frowned and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I told people not to talk too much just now, why are you talking so much?"

The old man chuckled, and his face, which was quite like a crane bone fairy, suddenly became a little proud, and said in a low voice: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have shown you my fate a long time ago. Life is wandering, but when you grow old, you are lucky, the Lord will grow old safely, and someone will die, hehe, it’s okay, it’s okay!”

The young girl just took a sip of tea, almost choked on his words, coughed twice, and glared at the old man angrily, but the old man was complacent and didn't care at all.

The old and the young are none other than Zhou Yixian, a fortune teller who travels the world, and his granddaughter Xiaohuan. She is beautiful and beautiful, but still wanders the world with Zhou Xian.

At this time, Zhou Yixian seemed to be addicted to it, and regardless of the first meeting with others, he pulled the stool and sat in the middle of those business travelers, and began to talk about the battle of Qingyun back then, with Xiaohuan beside him He was angry about it, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhou Yixian is very eloquent. Besides, he walks the world with just one mouth. He speaks vividly and lifelikely, which is far better than those young people just now. After a while, even Boss He couldn't bear it. After walking over, everyone gathered together, listening to Zhou Yixian staring at each other, looking back on the past while talking and laughing...

"Ah!" Hearing the excitement, those young people exclaimed at the same time, and one of them couldn't help asking: "Old man, were you there at that time, and you know so carefully?"

Zhou Zhouxian was stunned~IndoMTL.com~, then patted his clothes with his hands, shook his head and sighed: "I have always been unwilling to interfere in these matters of fighting and killing, let the juniors of Qingyunmen do it!"

Everyone was taken aback, and immediately felt awe and respect, but at this moment, they heard a "pop" sound from the side, it was Xiaohuan who spouted out the sip of tea he had just drank, and coughed continuously.

Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around and smiled, at this time a young man beside him said, "Old man, what happened to that disciple named Zhang from the Qingyun Sect? door?"

Zhou Zhouxian frowned, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I don't know about this, the field was in chaos that day, that Zhang Xiaofan was taken away by the Demon Sect's people, and later, rumors in the world have already invested in him The demon lord Jiang Chen's subordinates even helped the demon lord Jiang Chen destroy the Fenxiang Valley, and now they may be the big devil who makes people feel ashamed!"

"Hey, big devil..." Suddenly, the mysterious man sitting in the corner trembled, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, but he never spoke, and only spoke to himself. His figure disappeared in the darkness.

The wind and rain outside the house filled the sky and the ground, as if it was a little bit more miserable......(To be continued.)