C16 small black sword

"Huh?" The old man would occasionally raise his head to look at Fang Yi, and occasionally narrow his eyes to look at the center of Fang Yi's palm in detail. After that, he let out a surprised cry.

"What, you can't calculate it, can you?" The fat teenager took out another steamed bun and took another bite as he snorted. If he had known earlier, he would have done something like this.

"All living things, the number of cultivators are as numerous as the number of crucian carp that have crossed the river." However, those who desire may become immortals in order to achieve enlightenment, but never die. They may escape from bondage and live freely. They may forget the mortal world, but they have no ego. "However, you are seeking truth for the sake of cultivation, aren't you?" The old man ignored the little fatty's ridicule and let go of Fang Yi's palm with a slight smile.

Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat. He thought that he was going to the Yunfeng Sect to cultivate his Taoist skills and search for the mysteries of his past. This should be considered as asking for truth, so he immediately trusted the old man and nodded.

The old man smiled when he heard this and returned to his sage-like appearance. He said, "Cultivating cultivation is for the cultivation of the Dao; to obtain the true self; and to fake the existence of the true self." Of course, what was the truth, and what was the falsehood? The world was real, and so was the world. [How can we say whether it is true or false? "Where the heart looks, where the heart holds, it is true; where the heart does not change, it is true."

"If you don't know what I'm talking about, then stop pretending you do. If you can't figure it out, then forget it. Why do you need to talk so much nonsense? Xiaoyi, let's hurry up. Otherwise, we won't be able to reach the inn before nightfall." When the fatty heard this, he felt as if his head grew bigger. He impatiently scolded the old man a few times before turning to Fang Yi.

He could faintly sense what the old man's words meant, but he still didn't understand it in his heart. It was as if there was a barrier in his mind that allowed him to touch that feeling, but was unable to truly feel that feeling.

When the old man saw that Fang Yi seemed to understand what he was saying, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Little brother, everything in the world is fake and fake, the fake is real and the fake is real and the fake is fake. My heart doesn't change, neither does my true heart."

"True or false, true or false, will never change …." Fang Yi unconsciously recited it out loud.

"What are you talking about?" "I don't understand at all." Mu Linger muttered softly.

"That's right, he's just a lousy old man who doesn't know how to tell a fortune and only knows how to lie." Although Mu Linger's muttering was very soft, it was heard by the nearby little fatty and he hurriedly echoed.

"Hehe, old man, you talk too much. Fellow friends, we'll meet again in the future." The old man paid no attention to the two and instead looked at Fang Yi for a moment before nodding slightly. He then walked with large strides towards the path where the three had come from.

"We're finally gone, let's go." The little fatty heaved a sigh of relief. It was obvious that he was rather impatient with the old man who spouted so much nonsense.

By the time Fang Yi came back to his senses, the old man who was trying to find the fortune-teller had already disappeared. He sighed in his heart and then led the two of them on their way.

Not long after the three of them left, an old man appeared on the empty path. He held a white cloth in his hand, and was wearing a daoist robe. It was the wandering Warlock who had left earlier.

The old man looked in the direction where the three had left. After a long time, he sighed, "The heavens and earth are heartless. Everything in this world is like a stray dog. Everything in this world has their own choices."

After saying this, the old man's body slowly disappeared. The small path once again became unusually quiet, as though no one had come before.

The setting sun illuminated the red half of the sky, and the fiery sunset stretched the silhouettes of the three people long.

After bidding farewell to the wandering Warlock, Fang Yi and the other two soon arrived at the small town.

"Little Yi bro, what was that old mister saying just now? Why can't I understand him at all?" Mu Linger held onto Fang Yi's hand as she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

"The old fortune-teller didn't understand fortune telling or blabbering, so of course he didn't understand." The little fatty said casually.

"I think what the old gentleman said makes a lot of sense, but I'm too young to understand what he means." Fang Yi shook his head as he spoke.

"Let's not talk about that old man. After a whole day's journey, I'm starving. Let's hurry up and find an inn to eat and sleep." The little fatty muttered unhappily while covering his stomach.

"All you know is how to eat all day, be careful not to eat yourself to death." It was obvious that she was extremely dissatisfied with the little fatty.

"As the saying goes, people eat as heaven. Eating is a great pleasure in life. If you don't eat it, wouldn't life lose its meaning?" The little fatty retorted.

"You …."

"Stop arguing, there's an inn ahead, let's go there." Fang Yi hurriedly persuaded the two of them.

Mu Linger had lived by herself since she was young. Her life could be described as one filled with embarrassment, relying on stealing. She treasured her money; however, this little fatty only knew how to eat and didn't know how to economize at all.

The two of them gathered together, quarreling countless times along the way. Fang Yi was truly helpless against the two of them.

When the three of them entered the inn, they saw that it was extremely lively inside. They asked the waiter if there was anyone who knew that someone was selling treasures here.

After ordering some tea snacks, the three of them found a random table to sit at and slowly ate.

Of course, those who ate slowly were only Fang Yi and Mu Linger.

My friends, I am a travelling merchant wandering the Great Jin Dynasty and even the desolate lands. Today, I have come to this inn to meet all of you.

"The treasures sold here are all treasures that I have painstakingly gathered in various places. They are definitely worth more than what I have gathered. If you miss today, it will be very difficult to buy them …"

As Fang Yi ate his snacks, he looked towards the center of the inn and saw a middle-aged man, who seemed like a merchant, introducing his treasures to the guests beside him.

The table beside the merchant was filled with all sorts of items, including herbs, swords and knives, as well as some accessories. There was a small table, but it looked just like a grocery store.

Subsequently, Fang Yi's gaze landed on a small black sword the size of his palm on the table.

The small black sword was very ancient and its blade was covered in rust. There was even some yellow mud that had not been washed off. One could tell from the dry yellow mud that the small black sword had been dug out from the ground for a long time.

"This … could this be …" Fang Yi vaguely felt that this small black sword was quite strange and used his consciousness to examine it. Suddenly, his body froze as if he'd thought of something. Surprise flashed through his eyes as he stood up and walked towards the peddler.