One person: Started at Wudang, got hit on the head by Lu Zu's sword.

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Could it be that my identity has been discovered?

Impossible, this is outside the Great Wall.

The old man looked at a babbling brook flowing under the overpass.

This area is also a tributary of the Heilongjiang River, where the earth's energy from Changbai Mountain flows through the Heilongjiang River, creating a landscape that is nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

No one can see through their own origins.

Thinking of this, the old man narrowed his eyes into slits and spoke with a smile.

But the words themselves carried a hint of melancholy.

"The old man's surname is Hu. He is quite old and can no longer withstand the cold and heat of the weather."

"Just a few days ago, the weather was fine and the crops were growing well. I don't know what taboo we broke, but suddenly the weather changed."

"It's been snowing heavily for days. Not to mention my old bones are aching and my back is sore, how many people around here can stand it?"

"So this old man wanted to ask the immortal, when will this heavy snow stop?"

Old Hu sighed, his face filled with sorrow and compassion.

"The snow is so heavy it's causing a disaster! If this snow continues, things might get very difficult outside the Great Wall!"

"Master, how can human strength defy Heaven?"

As he spoke, Old Hu looked at Lu Xuan in front of him and asked.

"Young Taoist priest, when do you think this snow will stop?"

Er Zhuang, who was next to Lu Xuan, frowned.

Why does this sound so off?

But the old man couldn't see anything.

Could it be that someone pushed them out to test the waters?

"Master Lu, something seems to be wrong..."

Lu Xuan waved to Er Zhuang.

It's nothing! He still needs to practice.

Lu Xuan extended his hand to Old Man Hu.

"Old man, how about we read your palm?"

"Palmistry?"

Even Old Man Hu was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that Lu Xuan didn't catch his subtle hints? Or was it because he had been asleep for too long and his tactics were outdated?

Do young people these days prefer to get straight to the point?

Old Hu smiled ingratiatingly.

"Master, you jest. I just wanted to divine the timing of the heavens. What does that have to do with palmistry?"

I'm not joking~

Lu Xuan also laughed and said, "It's just that I'm not good at calculating the timing of events; I'm good at man-made things."

He grabbed the old man's hand, which was so thin and frail that even the hair on his skin had turned white.

Lu Xuan stared at it for a long time.

His expression slowly turned strange, and he even sighed.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, with the expression of a con artist leading someone astray.

"How old are you, sir?"

I don't believe you can calculate anything.

Old Hu chuckled to himself.

If we're talking about understanding the timing of events, knowing what's advantageous and disadvantageous, and judging yin and yang, he's no less capable than any other esoteric divination school.

He didn't believe that Lu Xuan could actually figure out anything.

Old Hu quickly shook his head.

"It's been too long! I can't remember."

Old Hu had a mysterious and inscrutable look on his face.

"I've lived so long that I can't even remember the time. I don't even know when it was last time I came out."

Lu Xuan nodded in deep agreement.

"I have indeed lived for far too long."

The old man narrowed his eyes. Why did Lu Xuan's tone sound a bit off?

I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but it felt like shaking a mountain.

It's impossible to describe how strong Lu Xuan's hands were; all that's known is that no matter how much force he exerted, the feedback was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

A hint of panic finally surfaced on his usually composed face.

Old Hu tried desperately to pull his hand back, but found that Lu Xuan's gentle holding of his hand was enough to leave him unable to resist.

Lu Xuan's tone remained unchanged, but it seemed to send an endless chill through Old Hu's ears.

He looked up at the old man in front of him whose expression had changed drastically.

Lu Xuan spoke calmly.

"An old fox, daring to come up to me and try to talk my way out of things, what audacity."

The entire Tianqiao Street fell silent suddenly, and even the falling snowflakes seemed to freeze for a moment.

Chapter 213: Those who are willing have taken the bait.

A peculiar aura spread out, stirring up the spiritual energy of the small stream flowing through this tributary of the Heilongjiang River into chaos.

In the distance, it seemed as if a song was being shouted out off the cuff.

The rough male voice sounded like sandpaper being polished, carrying a chilling, frosty aura wafting from Changbai Mountain.

"Listen to me, the road ahead is difficult."

"It's better to turn back and cross the mountain pass than to wander down the three rivers."

"Ee~ Oh~ Yo~~!"

The sound seemed to come from an extremely distant place, carrying a peculiar rhythm that stirred the mind and disturbed the soul.

Is this witchcraft from the shamanic lineage?

Erzhuang: "(?_?)"

Lu Xuan: "(?_??)"

Old Hu: "(゜ロ゜)"

Erzhuang silently turned to look at Lu Xuan.

Erzhuang: "(?o?o)??"

Road Master, the lyrics to this song seem to have a deeper meaning!

The profound meaning of "fart" is slapped right in my face with plain language.

Have these beasts always been this brave? They've even started making up songs about it?

Lu Xuan silently looked at the "Old Man Hu" in front of him.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding."

Seeing that he could not break free, Old Hu twisted and changed his body, eventually transforming into a frail, white-furred old fox.

Even after turning into an old fox, he was still firmly held in Lu Xuan's grasp and unable to move.

He could only stand up and repeatedly bow with his other hand.

"Master Lu, I'm just here to have a talk; this has nothing to do with me!"

Lu Xuan glanced at the old fox.

"What's your name?"

"Hu Tianshun".

Hu Tianshun looked completely bewildered.

What's going on? Didn't we agree that I would mediate? Why did they suddenly start fighting?

Isn't this just selling me out?

Also, Master Lu, let go of my hand!

I don't fight.

Although he had slept for too long and his mind was foggy, Hu Tianshun hadn't lost his instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

The seemingly casually hummed song drifting from afar is actually a form of witchcraft from the shamanic lineage, capable of bewitching the mind and disturbing the soul.

Can a song disturb a person's soul, or can a song that is clearly a warning to leave actually carry out a cruel act?

Only those weasels could make it.

"Master Lu, I'm innocent! Let me go!"

Hu Tianshun looked aggrieved. "Don't drag me into your fight!"

"You don't really think you can survive, do you?"

Lu Xuan looked at the seemingly foolish old fox in front of him with a look of astonishment.

Why do I feel like you've insulted the term "old fox"?

"No, how is this possible?"