Half a day's journey from the Death Swamp to the east, there is a small, desolate village called Dawang Village. It got its name because the villagers in the village believe in a mysterious god called "Dawang". However, this god has never appeared.

It's not effective either. It can neither protect the villagers here from getting promoted and make money, nor can it protect them from having a good harvest and having enough food and clothing.

The reason is quite simple. Living on the edge of such a death swamp, from time to time a monster will suddenly appear from nowhere, or a poisonous insect will escape and kill livestock. It is a trivial matter. The number of people who die here every year is also very simple.

There are not a few. Nowadays, people with some ability have already left this ghost place and gone to the Central Plains. Most of the people who stay here are also lifeless people.

But in the past few days, Dawang Village has suddenly become lively, and people who come and go are all cultivators. Although Dawang Village is not the only entrance to the Death Swamp, it is the closest inhabited place to the Death Swamp.

Before entering the Dead Swamp, most people would come here to buy some dry food and water. After a few days, the villagers in Dawang Village actually made a little fortune and became a little more lively.

At the same time, because this is the closest place to the Death Swamp, the villagers here were the first to notice the golden light pillars and strange whistling sounds in the Death Swamp, and they spread from there, so there were also many people

Come here for news.

It’s just that when there are more people, there will naturally be good and evil. Over the past few days, I don’t know how many fights have occurred in this small place of Dawang Village. Some unlucky guys have died here inexplicably before they entered the Death Swamp.

Yes, it's really unjust.

A group of people from the Qingyun Sect walked in Dawang Village with great momentum. Lu Xueqi and Zeng Shushu walked at the front because of their profound cultivation and high prestige. As for Fan Yuxiao, he was not familiar with everyone, so he hid at the back.

On the other hand, Song Daren was originally going to participate in this operation. Tian Buyi saw that Fan Yuxiao was ordered by the leader to accompany him, so he left Song Daren behind. Among the disciples of Dazhu Peak, only Fan Yuxiao came here this time.

Fan Yuxiao was different from everyone else. He had a droopy face and no energy in his body. He walked dejectedly in Dawang Village. The living conditions here were really bad. Naturally, there was no food and wine, which made him lose interest.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a shouting sound coming from the street ahead, and someone shouted loudly.

"You can predict the future fifty years ago, you can predict the fortune of three hundred years, you can predict the fate of three hundred years with iron words, and you can judge the yin and yang with your pen. If you want to know the future days, let's take a look at the previous one!"

Fan Yuxiao suddenly raised his head and became more energetic. He had already heard who the owner of the voice was. He quickened his pace, passed by his fellow disciples, and ran towards the direction from which the voice came.

Zeng Shushu stopped in surprise and looked at Lu Xueqi beside him, as if asking what to do.

Lu Xueqi was as cold as frost, looking at Fan Yuxiao's figure with her cold eyes, and said coldly.

"You come and arrange for other classmates, and I'll go take a look!"

After that, he chased Fan Yuxiao's figure, leaving only Zeng Shushu who sighed helplessly, secretly lamenting the misfortune of his life to meet two such willful people.

Because practitioners have been coming here recently, the streets of Dawang Village are full of people coming and going. There is a dilapidated table next to the table. Sitting next to the table is an old man with an immortal spirit and a beard.

They are all white, with pale faces and fair hair. They look like real cultivators, which is quite bluffing. Next to the eucalyptus table stands a flag banner with four big characters written on it: Immortal guides the way. The writing is vigorous and the dragons and phoenixes are dancing, so he is good at calligraphy.

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Standing next to the old man was a girl in her twenties, who was as young as a flower, with a beautiful appearance, a pair of big, clear eyes, a clean and bright smile on her round face, and a candied haws in her hand.

, is immersed in enjoying the delicious food.

A bright smile appeared on the corner of Fan Yuxiao's mouth, which made Lu Xueqi, who was following closely, slightly stunned. This was the first time she saw Fan Yuxiao smile so purely and without any burden.

Fan Yuxiao walked towards the eucalyptus table and listened to Zhou Xian shouting hard in his ears.

"Dear guests, I have received the true teachings from my ancestors and can control the most poisonous poisons in the world. In this dead swamp, the swamp gas is extremely poisonous. As long as you are equipped with the sachet I sell, you will be immune to all poisons and the vajra will be indestructible.

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Fan Yuxiao couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Zhou Yixian's advertisement. It was the same as those who bought health care products in later generations. They were promoted as if they were elixirs that could cure all diseases.

Lu Xueqi couldn't help but frown secretly as she listened to Zhou Xian's shouting. She already regarded Zhou Xian as a liar in her heart. The Qingyun Sect's best at refining alchemy was Tian Buyi from Dazhu Peak. The healing holy medicine Dahuang Dan he refined could not achieve such an effect. Then

How can a small sachet have such magical effects?

Xiaohuan raised his head and sighed. Zhouxian Xian had been shouting here for several hours, but none of them were sold. The locals believed it, but they had no money to buy it. As for those cultivators, everyone saw it.

How could he believe such nonsense if he is well-informed? When he was taken advantage of, Zhou Yixian had long been branded as a liar by them. Only Zhou Xian didn't know it, and still shouted hard, trying to find the one who was taken advantage of and send him a haircut.

A windfall.

Just when Fan Yuxiao was about to arrive in front of Yiyi Xian and the two immortals, he suddenly stopped and looked at a young man who appeared in front of the fortune-telling stall. This man was pale, thin, with delicate features, and even looked a little...

Bookishly, he said to Zhou Xian.

"Old man, I want to have my fortune read."

Golden light suddenly flashed in Zhou Xiang's eyes, and he showed a bright and enthusiastic smile. The enemy was at the door, and his coffin could have been increased a lot, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"What do guests want to see, marriage or luck?"

The young man had a very indifferent smile on his face and said without thinking.

"I also want to enter the Death Swamp, and want to calculate my luck for this trip?"

Immortal Zhou Yi looked calm and said with an unchanging smile.

"No problem! Well, guest, my fortune telling is a true inheritance from my ancestor. It has a long history. Each fortune telling costs ten taels of silver. I wonder if you can read it?"

There was a hint of temptation in Zhou Xian's tone, and he stared at the other party firmly.

The young man was slightly startled. He did not expect fortune telling to be so expensive. After a moment of hesitation, he still took out ten taels of silver and handed it over. Yi Xian quickly took it, put it in his arms and said to him.

"Since the guest is so happy, please write a few words and let me calculate the fortune of the guest's trip!"

The young man looked a little depressed. After thinking for a moment, he wrote a name on the paper: Qin Wuyan.

Xiaohuan came to the paper and looked at the three words on the white paper. The strokes were straight and round, quite beautiful. He lowered his head and pinched his fingers repeatedly. After a long time, he raised his head and said.

"My guest, there is 'Yan' in your name, which is originally the power of the two fires to Yang, but the word 'Wu' is suppressed in the middle, and the twists and turns mean it is feminine; the word 'Qin' means the west, and I suggest you go to the west to be Yin.
Chapter completed!