Zongwu: fortune-telling with luck, the beginning is Xiongba's orders

Chapter 222
Zhu Houcong looked at Lao Bai's surprised face, and said again: "I am Zhu Houcong."

Lao Bai heard clearly this time, the young man in front of him actually has the same name and surname as the current Holy One!

He glanced around nervously, then leaned into Zhu Houcong's ear and asked, "Your Majesty?"

Zhu Houcong nodded slightly, and admitted his identity with a "hmm".

Lao Bai was still a little worried, and asked, "Is there anything to prove it?"

Zhu Houcong silently took out a golden token from his sleeve.

There is a big "Zhu" written on the token, which is a symbol of the emperor's status. Seeing orders is like meeting people.

When Lao Bai saw the gold medal, he immediately couldn't help but whispered: "Oh my god, why did you come here by yourself? What if something goes wrong? Let me say yes first, our inn I can't afford it!"

While speaking, Lao Bai glanced at the surrounding situation very vigilantly.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that everyone was discussing about the boy who was selected by the two golden lights and no one was paying attention to the situation here.

The emperor went on tour in micro-clothes, if he was assassinated in their inn, it would be no joke!
Seeing Lao Bai's tense look, Zhu Houcong smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I brought guards."

As he spoke, Zhu Houcong pointed to a few people not far away.

These few people are the first-class masters of their royal family, unless several master-level powerhouses join forces to deal with him, otherwise it is impossible for him to have trouble.

Lao Bai saw that Zhu Houcong was not coming alone, so he slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my brain, I just say, how could the emperor go out alone."

Zhu Houcong said in a low voice: "It's good for the boss to call me young master, and please go to Qinglian Xianjun for instructions. I want to chat with Xianjun."

Lao Bai glanced at the direction of the stairs, nodded and said, "Alright, wait a minute, my lord, I'll go and ask you."

As he said that, Lao Bai walked towards the direction of the stairs, and he murmured softly as he walked: "I used to hear that the emperor summoned others, but this emperor is waiting for others to summon him. "

Said that Lao Bai had already walked up to the second floor, while Huo Yin was drinking tea in the room.

Lao Bai stood in front of the opened door and knocked on the door, and said, "Sir, the emperor is here and wants to chat with you, do you see?"

Huo Yin smiled slightly, and said to Lao Bai, "Let him come up."

Upon hearing this, Lao Bai nodded and said, "Alright!"

As he said that, Lao Bai walked downstairs. He came to the counter, looked at Zhu Houcong who looked expectant, and said, "Mister let you go up, but you have to be alone."

Zhu Houcong nodded and said, "It's natural."

This is the Tongfu Inn, and Immortal Qinglian sits in charge in person, and he doesn't feel that he will be in any danger.

He first gave the guards a patient look, thanked Lao Bai, and then walked upstairs.

Zhu Houcong came to the second floor and quickly found Huo Yin's room.

He stood at the door, looked into the room, and looked at Huo Yin who was sitting at the table drinking tea and wearing a green shirt, his face couldn't help becoming a little excited.

Although he had heard all kinds of legends and deeds about Huo Yin a long time ago, this was the first time he saw Huo Yin with his own eyes.

And Huo Yin's appearance and temperament perfectly matched his imagination of the image of a fairy in his heart.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and walked into the door, bowed his hands and said, "Zhu Houcong pays respects to Immortal Qinglian."

In front of Huo Yin, he is not the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but just an ordinary person who longs to embark on the fairy road.

Besides, others don't know how he came to the throne, but he himself knows it very well.

Therefore, he dared not show any disrespect towards Huo Yin.

Huo Yin looked at Zhu Houcong who was standing in front of him, smiled slightly, and said, "Sit down and chat."

After hearing Huo Yin's words, Zhu Houcong walked to the table and sat down on the stool.

Huo Yin looked at him sitting upright, and said with a smile: "Why are you so cautious?"

Zhu Houcong shook his head, and replied: "It's just because I'm facing Xianjun, so I'm a little cautious."

If Huo Yin was just an ordinary fortune teller, no matter how powerful his martial arts were, Zhu Houcong would only show some respect and would not be so restrained.

But Huo Yin is Qinglian Xianjun, a recognized immortal, and the person Zhu Houcong most desires to be.

In other words, Huo Yin is Zhu Houcong's idol.

Facing idols, it is naturally difficult for Zhu Houcong to maintain a calm attitude, and it is also difficult to have a natural performance.

Huo Yin looked at Zhu Houcong's appearance like a student, and didn't say anything more, and said in a calm tone: "Whatever you want to talk to me, you can talk freely now."

Zhu Houcong took a deep breath when he heard the words, and asked Huo Yin, "Does the Immortal think that everyone in the world has a chance to become an immortal?"

Huo Yin nodded slightly, and replied: "Becoming a fairy depends on chance. When the chance comes, anyone can become a fairy."

No one can ascend to immortality without any reason.

If you want to become a fairy, chance is the most important thing.

Maybe it's an elixir, maybe it's a fairy scripture, or some kind of fairy fruit.

If you want to become a fairy, you must first get the opportunity to become a fairy.

Without a chance, an emperor like Zhu Houcong, whose status is already the ultimate in the world, cannot become a fairy.

Hearing Huo Yin's answer, Zhu Houcong stretched out his hand nervously to take out the exquisite and small jade box from his sleeve and put it on the table, opened it very carefully, and presented the three red pills inside to Huo Yin.

"Please take a look, Xianjun, is this a chance to become a fairy?"

Huo Yin casually glanced at the three pills in the jade box, and then at the scorching anticipation in Zhu Houcong's eyes, then shook his head lightly.

Zhu Houcong had been looking at Huo Yin expectantly, waiting for Huo Yin's response. When he saw Huo Yin shaking his head, his heart suddenly turned cold!
"Why did Xianjun shake his head? Could it be that the elixir I made didn't work?"

Zhu Houcong couldn't help asking, his words were full of anxiety.

It took him several years to get these three elixir, if he couldn't become a fairy, wouldn't it be a waste of work!
Huo Yin looked at Zhu Houcong's bewildered look, and sighed lightly: "This thing is poisonous, if you take it infrequently, it can calm your mind and calm your mind. If you want to use this thing to become a fairy, I'm afraid you won't be able to become a fairy even if you become a ghost!"

The so-called elixir refined by Zhu Houcong, to put it bluntly, is some balls made of cinnabar mixed with some herbs. The main ingredient is mercury sulfide, which is poisonous. It is okay to eat a small amount once in a while. If you eat it every day as an elixir, it will not take long. He must be poisoned.

Although it was a great blow to Zhu Houcong to tell Zhu Houcong that this thing was poisonous so bluntly, it was better to be hit now than to be hit when he was about to die.

When Zhu Houcong heard Huo Yin's answer, his face suddenly became extremely pale.

He spent so many years in the palace, collecting pill recipes and materials everywhere, and then refined these three elixir.

He thought he could become a fairy with this, but he didn't expect that this thing is not an elixir at all, but a poison!

"Could it be that those prescriptions are all fake?"

Zhu Houcong looked at Huo Yin, suddenly a little confused.

Huo Yin said in a subtle tone: "If those prescriptions are true, then the person who wrote the prescriptions would have become a fairy? Who has lived for more than a hundred years without dying?"

Zhu Houcong opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Because what Huo Yin said is very reasonable, if those pills are true, then the person who wrote the pills should have refined the elixir and ascended into the sky long ago.

But he has never heard of anyone who wrote Danfang became immortal!
Thinking of this, Zhu Houcong's face couldn't help becoming paler, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling from his forehead.

He is determined to become a fairy, eager to ascend, and has devoted many years of hard work to this end. Now he suddenly learns that all these efforts are meaningless. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to him.

For a while, it was difficult for him to accept this reality.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly knelt down in front of Huo Yin with a plop.

"Xianjun, since you are an immortal, you must have mastered the magic of immortality. Please accept me as a disciple and teach you the magic of immortality!"

As he spoke, Zhu Houcong kowtowed three times.

At this time, he is not a high-ranking Ninth Five-Year Master, but just a young man who longs to become a fairy.

Huo Yin looked at Zhu Houcong who was kneeling on the ground, sighed lightly, and said, "I don't have any intention of accepting disciples."

With Huo Yin's current strength and status, if he is willing to establish a sect, countless people in the world will step through the threshold and come to apprentice.

But Huo Yin never thought about establishing a sect, nor did he think about accepting one or two disciples to teach immortality.

What he cultivated was Xiaoyaoxian, and what he cultivated was unfettered.

He can have a woman, but he will not have a wife or a family.

He can have friends, but he will not have life and death brothers, nor will he have sects or disciples.

Because these feelings will become fetters and restrain him.

Once there are constraints, how can we be free and free and do whatever we want?
Maybe one day, he doesn't want to continue to be carefree, wants to settle down, he will marry a wife and have children, and accept a few apprentices, but that is all in the future, it will never be now.

Facing Zhu Houcong who was kneeling in front of him at this time, Huo Yin could only gently raise his hand to help Zhu Houcong up from the ground.

He looked at the disappointment and loneliness that could not be concealed on Zhu Houcong's face, and said softly: "Cultivation of immortals pays attention to fate. Today, you and I are not masters and apprentices. It is because your fate has not yet arrived. The fate you seek may not be in our hands." .”

When Zhu Houcong heard Huo Yin's words, he immediately said, "I would like to ask Xianjun to give me some advice!"

Huo Yin shook his head lightly, and replied: "The fate has not yet arrived."

Normally, the conversation between him and Zhu Houcong today should be done in the form of divination.

It's just that he was in a good mood today, so he chatted with Zhu Houcong about it.

Zhu Houcong still wants to seek the fate method again, which is a bit too much.

Seeing Huo Yin shaking his head again, Zhu Houcong knew that he had too many problems today.

He stood up, bowed deeply to Huo Yin to thank him, then picked up the jade box, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)