C41

When the Holy Maiden saw that Grandmaster Tian Chan was angered, she stood on the side feeling wronged and did not say anything more.

It was already noon, and the people on the streets of Northface City were being tormented by the flickering sunlight. Although it was still late spring, the sun today made people feel the stifling heat of summer. The peddlers were all familiar with the weather, so they were all equipped with rain gear.

The hot and humid weather made all the men on the street take off their long clothes and left behind a short shirt. The young masters and masters no longer cared about being gentle and uncultured, opening the front lapels of their clothes and walking, swaying along with the wind, revealing their snow-white chests.

At the corner of the street, an old fortune-teller in a thick coat was sitting on a rock with a yellow cloth about a foot in length. On the yellow cloth was a wooden box. There was a broken inkstone next to the stack of lots. It was filled with ink, so perhaps no one had touched it since the opening of the stall. As a result, there was not a single bit of ink on the surface of the inkstone. Next to the inkstone was a pile of cheap Xuan paper. Along with the occasional breeze, it made a crashing sound. The old man kept pressing the paper with his hand to keep it from being blown away by the wind.

He looked at the people walking past him with a calm and composed expression. If he didn't put the banner by his side, others would think he was just a tired old man who was sitting down to rest at the stall where others were calculating.

Elder Song paced about the street, not knowing what to do. He was contemplating where he should go in order to find this person who was not so easily seen.

When he reached a corner and saw that it was shady and the wind that blew through the street made his body cool without taking off his clothes, he sat down next to a fortune-teller's stall.

Of the six people in his family, he was the only one who survived. Later on, when Elder Zhuang took them in, someone looked at his face and said that he had a death wish in his life. Anyone who was close to him would die tragically. At the time, he didn't think so. He thought that this swindler was just a swindler, and only a fool would take their words seriously. However, ever since Elder Zhuang had died, he began to believe in his life as he recalled the words of the person who had shown him the bed.

Now that he was sitting casually beside this fortune-teller, was there some kind of instruction from the heavens? He kept guessing.

When Elder Song saw that this fortune-teller was not being visited, he thought to himself, why not let him do some calculations for me?

So he leaned forward and said to the old gentleman: "How much do you count, sir?"

The old man raised his head to look at him and said, "Five coins, you are not allowed to reject money!"

Elder Song took out five bronze coins from his pocket and placed it in the hands of the old man. He said: "Then give me a divination. You can tell if I will be able to accomplish what I have done today!"

The old teacher told Elder Song to stand up, and then scrutinized him from head to toe, asking him about the birth date. After that, he closed his eyes and made some calculations, and then said: "The lines at the corners of your eyes definitely indicate that your parents died young, with a slender yet firm nose. Your eyes are yellow and white, you may not have children in this life! "

The old man finished his sentence and then sat down on the rock and stopped talking.

Elder Song was listening intently, but when he saw the old man suddenly stop, he asked: "Old mister, is there nothing else?!"

The old man said expressionlessly, "No more!"

Elder Song stood up in a hurry and said: "Then I'll tell you what I'm doing today. Can you do it? You still haven't given me an answer!"

The old man seemed to be very angry as he rolled his eyes and angrily said, "This doesn't need to be counted!"

Elder Song asked: "Why do you not need to calculate? If I give you money, you have to pay! "

The old man sighed and said, "The person you were looking for has already died!"

When Elder Song heard this, he was stunned for a moment before asking: "How do you know that the person I'm looking for is dead?!"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Hmph, are you looking for Sai Hua Tuo?!"

Elder Song was shocked again, thinking, how did this old man know I was looking for Sai Hua Tuo?! He then looked carefully at the old fortune-teller. He didn't seem to have anything special about him, except that his fingers were slightly yellow.

Elder Song didn't notice it at the moment. Now that he saw the old man's yellow hands, he could sense it. A strange smell suddenly entered his nose. He couldn't remember where he had smelled it before.

Clan Elder Song anxiously asked: "Who exactly are you? How did you know I was looking for Sai Hua Tuo?! "

The old man said leisurely, "Who I am is not important. What I want to tell you is that Sai Hua Tuo is already dead. If you want to treat Grandmaster Tian Chan's wounds, you can look for someone else. Don't waste your time searching for this dead man!"

Elder Song looked doubtfully at the old man who had repeatedly surprised him, and then asked: "If Sai Hua Tuo is dead, then how did the Beggar Gang not receive any news? No matter what, he is still the number one figure in the martial arts world, don't try to scare him!"

The old man shook his head helplessly and said, "He has roamed the world all his life, treating both the good and evil. He has treated the good, and that is a blessing in disguise; it is a disgrace to his virtue to heal the bad. Who would have known that in this world, there are many bad people, and few good people, which is why he died so early!"

Elder Song saw that the old man's words were as sincere as his own words. Moreover, he remembered that the smell emitted from the old man's finger should be sulfur, so he was sure that this seemingly unassuming old man in front of him was none other than Sai Hua Tuo.

When Elder Song saw the old man repeatedly denying that he was Sai Hua Tuo, he couldn't stop thinking about how he could get this old man to be willing to treat Grandmaster Tian Chan.

Elder Song's eyes darted around before he started laughing loudly towards the old man.

When the old man saw Elder Song laughing, he asked: "Why are you laughing so suddenly? Even if we can't find Sai Hua Tuo, it shouldn't be like this! "

Elder Song laughed for a long time before stopping and saying: "Actually, from the bottom of my heart, I look down on that old man who calls himself Sai Hua Tuo. He thinks he has great medical skills, so he pretends to be noble in the martial arts world. To be honest, if his medical skills are as good as Hua Tuo's, then what's the use of it? He doesn't even understand the kind heart of a doctor, so it's fine that he can't be found. I went to find him to treat Grandmaster Tian Chan because I don't want others to kill the innocent.

With that, he looked at the old man who was sitting at the side.

When the old man heard Elder Song's words, he curiously asked, "Other than Sai Hua Tuo, who else can cure Grandmaster Tian Chan's illness?!"