C16 Small Black Sword

"Huh?" The old man would occasionally look up at Fang Yi, and occasionally narrow his eyes to look at the center of his palm, and then utter a surprised sound.

"What, you can't calculate it, can you?" Little Fatty took out another bun and took a big bite as he snorted. If he had known earlier, he would have done 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 mockery and released Fang Yi's hand, smiling slightly as he said.

Fang Yi's heart jumped, he thought that he was going to the Cloud Maple Sect to cultivate and learn, to look for the mysteries of his own life, and if he were to delve deeper, he would find out that this could also be considered as seeking truth. He immediately trusted the old man a bit, and nodded, "As expected of the old man, his actions were truly wise."

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." Hearing that, Little Fatty felt as if his head grew bigger, he impatiently berated the old man a few more times, then turned and spoke to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi felt dizzy, he could faintly sense what the old man meant, but he still could not understand what he meant. 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.

The old man saw that Fang Yi seemed to understand what he meant, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile again, and he said: "Little brother, everything in the world is fake, both real and fake, both fake and real, my heart doesn't change, neither does it."

"True or false, true or false, will never change …." Fang Yi unconsciously read 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 mutterings were very soft, it was heard by the nearby Little Fatty and he quickly echoed her words.

"Hehe, old man, you talk too much. Fellow friends, we'll meet again in the future." The old man did not care about the two of them, but looked at Fang Yi for a moment, nodded his head slightly, and then walked towards the three of them.

"We're finally gone, let's go." Little Fatty heaved a sigh of relief, obviously becoming impatient with the old man who said so much nonsense.

By the time Fang Yi came back to his senses, the old man who was searching for the fortune-telling old man had already disappeared. Sighing lightly in his heart, he led the two of them to continue their journey.

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 travelling Warlock, Fang Yi and the other two soon arrived at the small town.

"Brother Yi, what did that old gentleman say just now? Why can't I understand him at all?" Mu Linger held onto Fang Yi's hand and asked with a puzzled expression.

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

"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 and said slowly.

"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." Little Fatty muttered 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 quickly advised the two of them.

Mu Linger had lived by herself since she was young. Her life relied on stealing to make a living and could be said to be extremely difficult. As a result, she cherished her money; however, Little Fatty only knew how to eat and didn't know how to economize at all.

The two of them stood together, they had quarreled countless of times along the way, but towards the two of them, Fang Yi was helpless.

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, what they were slowly eating was only Fang Yi and Mu Linger.

"My friends, I am a wandering Street Vendor of the Great Jin Dynasty and even the Savage Land. It can be considered fate that I met all of you here at this inn, so I took out the treasures in my possession and sold them to 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, he looked towards the center of the inn and saw a middle-aged man, who seemed like a merchant, introducing his treasures to the few 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.

Immediately after, Fang Yi's gaze landed on a small black sword that was the size of a 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 faintly felt that the black sword was strange, he used his consciousness to check it out, suddenly his body froze, as if he thought of something, a look of surprise flashed past his eyes, he stood up and walked towards Street Vendor.