Ancient True Dragon Art Chapter 427: Fortune teller

The man who came in from the gate of the courtyard was a big burly man, shirtless, dark skinned, with a wicker tied around his waist, a pair of straw sandals at his feet, and a small axe in his right hand, polished to perfection. Bright, cold light flashes; like the fisherman and the beggar, the woodcutter also has a mask on his face, and he can't see what his looks look like.

"The beggar, you just feel bad about me behind the scenes, why didn't you tell me another one?" The woodcutter said angrily. Teng Hai could not see that he was really angry.

The woodcutter walked into the courtyard. He was followed by a child who looked eight or nine years old. This surprised the people in the courtyard. According to Teng Hai’s guess, the fisherman should have chosen one person. Although they don’t know what they are going to do, it seems that the fisherman chose himself and the beggar chose Kong. Xiao, but at this time, the woodcutter in front of me brought a child who looked like eight or nine years old. This is everyone's doubts!

"Hey, I said this is the one you chose!" The beggar was unbelieving.

Even the fishermen are speaking out, and they are not trivial to choose people. "The woodcutter?"

The woodcutter closed his smile and said: "Haha, he is not a kid, Qing Jun, come over and meet the two seniors!"

Although the child behind him had a childish face, Teng Hai found out. His eyes were calm and steady, and there was no childishness that a child should have. Teng Hai suddenly thought of a person, a person who was killed by him—Blood Infant Boy. He is not too big, just like a child, can it be said that the child in front of him is also like this.

The child who was called by the woodcutter to be Qingjun came to the front generously and bowed respectfully, but his voice was the same as the child, "Qingjun has seen two seniors!"

"Hurry up and talk about what's going on?" The beggar couldn't wait to say, obviously the Qingjun in front of him aroused his interest.

The woodcutter smiled slightly. He pointed to Teng Hai and Kong Xiao standing behind, "Don't you tell me about it?"

They didn't need to talk between the fisherman and the beggar. They stepped forward and Teng Hai bowed slightly to the woodcutter, "The younger Teng Hai has seen the senior!"

"The junior Kong Xiao has seen the senior!"

"Not bad, not bad!" The woodcutter squinted and looked at the two of Teng Hai in front of him. It was obvious that the feeling of meeting for the first time made him more satisfied.

"Qingjun, speak for yourself!"

Qingjun nodded, with a smile on his face, and said: "I had a serious illness when I was forced to play, and my family was poor and had no money to treat, so the root of the disease was left; fortunately, the younger generation survived. After that illness, my body has always been like this. All happiness and misfortune depend on each other. After that serious illness, my practice speed has also risen rapidly."

Qingjun's tone was very plain, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The beggar gave Qing Jun a slightly surprised look, "Boy, keep this state of mind!"

"Thank you senior for your enlightenment!" Qing Jun smiled.

Teng Hai also secretly sighed Qingjun's open-mindedness; if ordinary people stopped growing after being sick, they would collapse directly. Teng Hai even wondered if he encountered such a thing, could he let it go so easily! Not to mention anything else, the strange look of others is also a lot of pressure!

Six people in a small courtyard.

Beggars and woodcutters chatted from time to time, and fishermen occasionally interjected. It was Qing Jun. Although he was not a child, he hid a child's heart under the appearance of the child. He quickly became acquainted with Kong Xiao and Teng Hai, and the three of them laughed and relaxed.

Teng Hai gradually understood during the conversation between the three. Kong Xiao came from a small subsidiary country of the Ice Lan Empire, named Zhongtu Kingdom; Qing Jun came from a small village in the Desert Empire. Of course, Teng Hai’s self-introduction was Cang Ming Kingdom, and it could be considered a subsidiary of the Feixue Empire. country.

……

The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked towards the courtyard door.

"Come!" the beggar whispered.

At the door, an elderly man in serious clothes walked in. He was holding a long bamboo pole in his left hand and wearing black glasses on his face, but Teng Hai couldn’t see his face clearly, as if there were layers The layer of fog is very fuzzy.

The old man kept a pinch of goatee, holding a long stick in his right hand, and a roll of cloth hanging on the stick, with three words on it-‘God Operator’!

"This is a fortune teller!" Teng Hai secretly said.

However, Teng Hai's gaze was immediately attracted by the figure behind the fortune-teller. It was a silver-clad girl with bright eyes, white teeth and raised nose and lips. She was very beautiful.

"Luoyu!" Teng Hai exclaimed. He didn't expect to see Luoyu here. It seems that Luoyu should be the person chosen by the fortune teller.

"Teng Hai!" Luo Yu had also spotted him, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Hehe, it's rare for you to know!" The fortune teller has walked into the yard. His eyes should be blind, but this doesn't affect his actions. It's just that Teng Hai didn't understand why a beast master didn't heal his eyes.

"You know?" The fisherman was also curious, and he turned to look at Teng Hai.

"Yeah!" Teng Hai nodded, but he was a little bit happy.

The fortune-teller enters the courtyard and sits on the stone bench. He immediately seems to be the center of the crowd, "Well, now that everyone is here, it's time to say business!"

The three fishermen nodded.

"Let's get this concealed thing off first, because this little guy hasn't seen us before!" said the beggar happily.

"Also!" The fortune-teller nodded, and as he said, he took off his black glasses first.

The layers of fog disappeared in an instant, and Teng Hai could see the fortune teller clearly. The Guozi face was a bit resolute and gave a sense of seriousness, but he closed his eyes.

The fisherman took off his hat, revealing a smiling face, his eyes calm and unwavering, without any sense of alienation. Under the woodcutter's mask was a face full of scum, and he looked like a woodcutter. Under the beggar's mask was a cynical face, giggling, with a sordid smile, and he looked like he was in his twenties, which was hard to imagine.

Of course~IndoMTL.com~ Everyone also knows that the age of the beastmaster generally cannot be judged by his looks, but a face that is so young and his identity as a beggar is finally a bit unacceptable.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it! Brother just likes to be a beggar, why are you interested in being a little beggar?" Seeing the slightly surprised eyes of the four people in front of him, the beggar felt very useful, and said with a smug look .

"Ahem! Tell me about yourself again!" The fortune teller coughed and interrupted the beggar. "I am a fortune teller. They are a fisherman, a woodcutter, and a beggar; don't be surprised, here we are. These are the four, no other identities, you will understand later."

Looking at the slightly puzzled eyes of the four, the woodman took the words, "There is one more thing you remember. From now on, after you have seen us, we are also fellow travelers; you just call us Name, which is the name your husband told you." The woodcutter pointed to the sitting fortune teller.

"You will also have your own names, now let me tell you the purpose of gathering you here!" The beggar's tone is still relaxed, but he can hear his words without any jokes.

(End of this chapter)