The next day, early morning.

Zhou Yixian got up early and punched the yard.

The fist wind is like a tiger descending from the mountain, causing the fallen leaves around it to rise one after another, and it is quite powerful.

After a punch, Zhou Yixian stopped and stood up.

"System, see how I punched me."

"The Tiger Down the Mountain Fist, no level of low-level boxing, and proficient."

The sound of the system mechanical ones actually made Zhou Yixian hear a sarcastic meaning. Even with Zhou Yixian's thick skin, he couldn't help but turn red slightly.

"System, do you say that the Tiger Down Mountain Fist is a levelless boxing technique. For you, the boxing technique is still divided into grades?"

"Yes, not only boxing techniques, but also all martial arts, magical powers, and martial arts are divided into seventh-level and four-level grades.

The seventh level from low to high are mortal level, yellow level, mysterious level, earth level, heaven level, god level, immortal level,

Each level is divided into four grades, namely low-quality, medium-quality, high-quality and best-quality.

Zhou Yixian: "..."mmp, am I mocked by the system?

After talking for a long time, did the system want to tell me that the tiger downhill fist of Lai Zhi, who was complacent, is just the most trashy and inferior existence in the martial arts?

But, then what can I do?

He has low qualifications and is not suitable for practicing at all. The only things passed down by his ancestors are Feng Shui metaphysics, as well as talismans and other side-doors.

Apart from these, he could not get started with the orthodox practice method. He could only practice this kind of ordinary martial arts that even the lowest level of peddlers can fight twice to strengthen his body.

Even so, he had no cultivation to force talismans to measure his secrets at his own level, and overdrawn most of his vitality, resulting in his white beard and white hair, even though he had lived for hundreds of years.

Of course, the only thing that is fortunate is that, combined with the Guanyan Dan handed down by his ancestors, his appearance has never looked aging and has remained in his twenties.

With his silver hair and white beard and fairy-like appearance, he added some help to scare people.

Just when Zhou Yixian was secretly regretting that he could not practice, the window was pushed open from inside with a squeak.

From it, a small head with a braided braid appeared.

"Yo! My good granddaughter is awake!"

The moment the sound of opening the window sounded, Zhou Yixian turned her head.

Seeing his granddaughter showing half of his head and looking at him with big eyes blinking, Zhou Yixian grinned and walked towards the front door of the room.

After dressing her granddaughter, washing up, and having breakfast prepared by the wet nurse, Zhou Yixian carried her granddaughter out of the house.

On weekdays, when Zhou Yixian goes out to make money, the wet nurse takes care of Xiao Huan.

But this time, Zhou Yixian went out no longer just to make money. Therefore, for the sake of his granddaughter's future, Zhou Yixian took his granddaughter, who was less than three weeks old, to the bookstore.

It's still the same bookstore, the same high platform, and the storyteller.

The difference is that today's storytellers seem to have an unexplainable temperament.

What makes people even more eye-catching is that there is an extra storyteller who is still a little unstable when walking. He blinks without any timidly at the cute little loli who is desperate and desperate.

"Old man Zhou, what are you going to say today?"

"Old Zhou, why are you willing to bring your granddaughter out today!"

"Zhou Daxian'er, you talked about the incident at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain yesterday, but you haven't said how the ending is going!"

"Yes, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were killed in the whole village. How did the two children go about the future?"

Zhou Yixian took Zhou Xiaohuan to the stage and the people below started shouting.

Even an audience member who was so happy to listen to the book yesterday that he had arrived early this morning, he helped Zhou Yixian ask for a pot of good tea to moisten his throat before he could start speaking.

"Brother Zhou, what you said yesterday is wonderful, I like it very much.

But the question is what the magic sword and thunder control skills you mentioned, and what the Great Fan Banruo all have only names, but they did not say what the power of the magic is.

Although this is also very willing to listen, it always feels a little unhappy enough."

"Yes! Yes! Old Man Zhou, this time I will tell the story, so you might as well explain the moves and let everyone know what is different from ordinary people when fighting against gods and immortals!"

There was a noise in the audience, but Zhou Yixian was a little stunned.

Seeing that middle-aged man was giving himself good tea and telling stories and telling his moves more specifically, Zhou Yixian had the urge to cry - moved!

At this moment, he wanted to hug the middle-aged man and cry, and shout - Are you the one who sent by Master Dao to help me?

Yes, please!

In fact, on the way here, Zhou Yixian was still worried. He had been in Heyang City for several months. In the past, he had always only talked about the names of moves and never described them specifically.

But this time, if I suddenly say all the moves in an unusual detail, will it cause any bad reverse?

For example... the audience is too long-winded, which leads to not making so much money?

At this moment, the middle-aged proposal attracted the approval of most listeners, and directly saved Zhou Yixian most of the trouble.

"Since all the readers have asked this, Immortals will give you some advice and let you see the true face of the magical powers of the immortals."

His eyes rolled slightly, and Zhou Yixian led Zhou Xiaohuan to sit on the chair on the side.

Zhou Xiaohuan obediently hugged the candied haws and chewed them. Zhou Yixian turned around and returned to the long table and picked up the gavel on the table.

"System, is this really reliable? As long as this charlatan says this, people who have enough fit can understand the skills that this charlatan explains from the process of storytelling?"

Responding to Zhou Yixian was Leng Bingbing’s eight words, “Produced by the system, trustworthy.”

"good!"

Zhou Yixian replied in his heart, and the gavel in his hand fell heavily.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the bookstore that was still noisy the moment before became a sound of needles falling, and only the sound of small rings gnawing candied haws sounded from time to time.

"The last time the book said that Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu returned to the village and discovered the tragic image of the whole village being massacred. They were stimulated and both fainted again.

But they knew that after the two fainted, they were lucky enough to be rescued by Song Daren, the eldest disciple of Tian Buyi, the first Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Sect, and brought back to Qingyun Sect.

Then, the two of them entered the Qingyun Immortal Sect because of the opportunity. At this time, they were already practicing in the Immortal Sect.

The two of them have just started, and the follow-up story will not be mentioned for the time being. Today... I will tell you another story!"

"No!"

As soon as Zhou Yixian's voice fell, a group of unhappy voices sounded below.

"Yes, the story between Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu has not been finished yet, so why are you going to tell other stories?"

"Yes, right! Isn't it just that it hasn't happened yet? Zhou Daxian'er, don't you often regard yourself as an immortal? Could it be that you can't calculate the future fate of the two boys who have just entered the immortal sect?"

"Yes, is it possible that Zhou Daxian, who is a professional storyteller and part-time immortal, is just a cheating liar?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter if it didn't happen. The stories that have happened are just hearsay. Telling stories that have never happened in advance will not make you Zhou Daxian's ability more?"

"Yes, Brother Zhou, you have to work hard and calculate it and tell you the story of Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu after they entered the mountain gate!"

This time, Zhou Yixian sat in wax.

What kind of immortals are guiding the way or what kind of immortals are just his usual sayings to fool people into fortune-telling.

In fact, he knew very well how much he had learned from his ancestors, and how could he calculate the future.

Moreover, even if he learned the skills of his ancestors by 10% of them, it would be impossible to really calculate the specific experiences of the two teenagers in the future.

Fortune telling and fortune telling are just about fortunes over a period of time, good fortune, good fortune, life and death, and destiny. How can one have the ability to predict all futures?

If he really has that ability, he would not be a guide to the immortal, but a true immortal who has descended to earth.

Listening to the voices of the people below, Zhou Yixian was about to refuse, but suddenly the cold voice of the system came from his consciousness.

"The host can meet the requirements of these people."

"Satisfied? It's light, what do you tell me to satisfy me? This charlatan is just a charlatan, not a charlatan.

Do you think I don’t want to tell you? But now this charlatan has obtained all the news at a considerable price. How can I know what happened next?"

"The system knows!"

In order not to arouse the suspicion of Zhou Yixian, Su Luo still replied in a mechanical and cold voice without any emotion.

The system knows.

This sentence was obviously not loud, but it was like thunder, which made Zhou Yixian confused.

"Di...system, do you really know?"

If the system can really know what will happen in the future, it is not simply predicting good and bad luck, but being able to tell it like a story.

So...what does this system come from?

Su Luo did not reply to Zhou Yixian’s doubts this time, and directly threw them to Zhou Yixian a yellowed thread-bound book.

The cover of the thread-bound book is written in traditional Chinese with two big characters - "Zhu Xian"!

Seeing these two words, Zhou Yixian felt intuition and shocked.
To be continued...