"Let her calm down first!"

Zhu Ziming suddenly knocked out Feng Que'er while making a move. At present, it seems that this is the best way to deal with it.

"Little brother, I'm sorry!" Zhu Ziming said apologetically while holding Feng Que'er.

"The general is serious, it's my fault!" Bai Fan nodded and said.

"well……"

Zhu Ziming looked at Feng Que'er and sighed, "This is a psychological hurdle in her. I will explain it to her later!"

"Thank you, Marshal!"

Because of this unclear misunderstanding, Zhu Ziming suggested that Bai Fan not return to Yangguan with him. If Feng Queer doesn't listen to the advice and makes a fuss, it will be difficult to end.

Bai Fan also wanted to leave, so he bid farewell.

Although he had no choice but to kill Feng Jiuwei in the end, it was considered to have avenged the Feng family. Zhu Ziming still accepted this kindness. So when he left, he told Bai Fan that if he had something to do, he could come to Yangguan to find him. Before leaving, Zhu Ziming also asked a jade token from Luo Tianya to Bai Fan, telling him that the jade token was equivalent to a small teleportation array. If he really encountered danger, he could leave instantly. The distance was about 200 miles. This was a valuable gift, and Bai Fan did not refuse to accept it.

When Bai Fan picked up the jade token, he remembered the jade token that Feng Jiuwei had handed him before. He took it out and handed it to Zhu Ziming, and asked him to hand it over to Feng Queer. This object is also the last relics of Feng Jiuwei.

The great revenge was revenged, and it was considered as fulfilling his former vow. What should I do next? Bai Fan planned to worship Lie Ruxin and make plans.

Ten days later, Bai Fan, who was exhausted, came to Iron City again.

First, after paying homage to the three Tie brothers, Bai Fan planned to buy some flowers to visit Lie Ruxin.

Walking on the bustling street, Bai Fan looked around for flowers, but after walking through the long street, he did not find any one, which made him quite depressed.

Just as I was about to ask someone for some inquiries, a disharmonious word came from beside me.

"Will this young master count the divination? I see that your Yin Tang is black and has a bad complexion. I may have a life-threatening disaster recently!"

After saying this, Bai Fan's face became darker and he looked at the person who was talking with a bad look.

He is a fortune teller, wearing a Taoist robe, and there are some utensils such as eight-hanging copper coins on the table.

"What? The young master doesn't believe it?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "I calculated that the murder of the young master is extraordinary. I am afraid that the word "peach blossom disaster" is more accurate!"

Bai Fan was even more unhappy when he said this. How could he curse himself like this? Bai Fan, who was about to have an attack, suddenly thought of Feng Que'er. If she said that she was reluctant to say it was the Peach Blossom Tribulation.

Bai Fan never believed in the rumors of these wise men in the world, so he ignored them and wanted to leave, but unexpectedly, the other party suddenly said something that forced Bai Fan to stop.

"The earth's soul burns the beauty, and the yin and yang are separated by the air and hatred!"

"What do you mean?" Bai Fan turned his head, his eyes showing a cold look.

The fortune teller stroked the goatee without replying, and continued to recite with a palm fan in his hand, "If you want to be reborn again in the past, you can only go against the sky!"

Swish, the farewell knife was directly placed on the fortune teller's neck. Bai Fan shouted with murderous intent, "Say, what does this mean?"

The people around him did not expect Bai Fan to suddenly draw his sword, and they were so scared that they retreated and pointed at him.

"Young Master is a little angry!"

He carefully removed the farewell knife, and the fortune teller coughed and said, "Young Master, be careful, someone is here!"

When the law enforcement officers and soldiers saw something happening here, Bai Fan snorted coldly and put away the farewell knife. The fortune teller came forward to send the officers and soldiers away.

"Tell me, let me see how much you have!"

With a bang, Bai Fan slapped the farewell knife on the table and sat down with a big golden knife.

"Haha, the young master wants to test me. Since that's the case, I'll be ugly!"

The fortune teller looked only about fifty years old. He smiled and showed a kind face. He looked at Bai Fan up and down and nodded and said, stroking his beard.

"Young Master Bai Fan, a native of Qingzhou, was twenty-eight years old. He escaped from Zhou Prison four years ago. He was once the most outstanding genius killer in Zhou Prison and the first killer to successfully defect to Zhou Prison in the past century. Although Zhou Prison was declining due to the collapse of the Great Zhou Empire, it is undeniable that Mr. Bai Fan was powerful. He once protected Zhuye City, but he never thought of causing a massacre. Later, he left Qingzhou and went far away to the desert, and since then he embarked on a path of no return."

The fortune teller explained slowly and slowly. Every time he said something, Bai Fan's face turned darker. Obviously, the fortune teller seemed to have investigated him.

"In the battle of Xiliang Pass, Mr. Bai Fan defeated the evil forces, and the battle of Baiye City protected tens of thousands of innocent people. At this time, the wife died, ran to the Iron Dragon City, went to the northern ice field, went deep into the ancestral mountain, broke into Yangguan, and finally the final battle of Chouyang Mountain!"

There seems to be so much of his life journey, and the fortune teller actually said it without saying anything, which shocked Bai Fan and became even more murderous.

"Who are you and how do you know about me? Are you a thief of the palace, or are you specifically looking for someone to investigate the information I got from the thief of the palace, and why did you do this?"

Many questions were asked from Bai Fan. If the fortune teller could not give him a satisfactory answer, then he would not mind erase the other party. After all, sometimes people can keep some secrets only when they die.

Bai Fan's performance seemed to be as expected by the fortune teller. He did not beg for mercy because of Bai Fan's threat, but said lightly, "Some information was purchased from the thief palace, and some were calculated by me. Of course, what I know is ordinary, and I did not say that I understand more thoroughly!"

"Then what did the poem you just now mean? Is this just an ordinary thing?" Bai Fan said coldly.

"This poem is a glimmer of hope that I have spent fifty years on my life!" The fortune teller suddenly said in a deep voice.

When Bai Fan heard this, his eyes narrowed, and it was obvious that this sentence contained a deeper meaning.

"Why not make it clear what you want to say!" Bai Fan said solemnly.

"Has the virtuous couple unfortunately died?" asked the fortune teller.

Looking at the other party coldly, Bai Fan fell silent, the atmosphere became a little solemn, and the fortune teller's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He regretted it after asking this. This was a scar for Bai Fan, but he had to ask. Only in this way could Bai Fan agree to his next request.

"She's gone!"

After a long time, Bai Fan's low voice revealed this fact.

After realizing his calculations, the fortune teller breathed a sigh of relief and did not waste his fifty years of life.

"Honor has any way to save her?" asked the fortune teller.

Shaking his head, Bai Fan responded bitterly, "The soul is gone and I can't turn the world back!"

The fortune teller frowned and thoughtfully, "So this is the case...but there is no way!"

The second half of the sentence fell into Bai Fan's ears and he asked in surprise, "Sir, can you have a solution?"

After pondering for a while, the fortune teller said, "According to me, I know that this situation is almost impossible to resurrect, but it is not without a chance. There are two ways I know. One is to practice to the legendary saint realm, use the saint's origin to perform the saint's magic, extract the power of heaven and earth, and condense the soul. The soul is scattered with time limit. The number of 50 of the Dayan is used to escape from one of the 49, which means that you only have forty-nine times. With your current cultivation level, it is probably difficult to achieve the position of saint in such a short time."

Bai Fan did not expect that there was still this time limit for the soul to be lost. In this way, the Zhou Emperor deliberately concealed something from him, which made Bai Fan very angry.

Noting that Bai Fan's face changed, the fortune teller continued to say carefully, "The best way is to seek the help of the saint. Now I don't know if there are still saints in this world. Even if there are saints, I'm afraid no one will be willing to take action. After all, it's all that is consumed is the origin of the saint. Once it is used, it may even lose the position of saint!"

There is indeed no kind saint to do such a huge price. This road is obviously a dead end. Bai Fan breathed a breath of turbid air and asked, "I wonder what is another way sir?"

"This method is difficult and simple, and it is simple. The key is to see if you have the luck!" said the fortune teller lightly.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Bai Fan asked slightly stunned.

"It is said that there is an old man in this world who has been wandering in the long river of time. No one knows where he is, perhaps in the present, perhaps in the future, or in the past. He never interferes in the world, and looks like a spectator at the birth, old age, sickness and death of all things. Time is the most terrible supernatural power. Although the saints also master the supernatural power of time, they cannot easily change things in the past, otherwise it will cause a chain reaction and cause chaos in the laws of all worlds. However, the old man in the years is different, and he will not interfere with anything. If you can seek his help, it is undoubtedly the best way!"

The fortune teller talked freely and told a solution. Bai Fan was quite shocked when he heard it. He didn't expect that there would be such an existence in the world, but how did he find him and how could he ask for help from the other party?

Bai Fan frowned and said his question. The fortune teller smiled gently, "Young Master's question is actually not a big problem, because in the near future, the old man of time will definitely appear, and what the young master has to do is how to convince the old man of time to help you!"

Bai Fan was surprised when he heard this and asked in confusion, "Why is the sir so sure that the old man will definitely show up after the age of time?"

"Because as long as darkness comes, the old man of time will inevitably appear!" said the fortune teller in a voice.

"Why is this?"

"The secret of heaven is indescribable!"

Looking at the fortune teller, Bai Fan was not dissatisfied with the other party's rejection, because this type of person was able to spy on the secrets of heaven and rashly leaked them, which Bai Fan still understood.

"Sir, great talent, thank you for your advice, but I don't know what you are asking for?" Bai Fan bowed and edited.

The fortune teller will not wait for him here for no reason and tell him how to resurrect Resurrection. Obviously, the other party has his own special purpose.

"Since the young master asked, I just said it straightforwardly. I really have something to ask for when I wait for the young master here!" The fortune teller nodded without hiding it.
Chapter completed!