My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng was reminded by Lin Xue and looked strangely not far away.

At this time, under that tree, there was indeed an old man in ragged clothes sitting cross-legged.

"Huh? How is that possible?"

Yang Feng was a little surprised.

With his current strength, it is impossible for anyone to avoid his perception.

Even if Yang Feng didn't take the initiative to look, he could still feel that there was someone talented nearby.

But this person can actually hide behind a bush, making himself unable to sense it?

"What's going on?"

Lin Xue felt strange.

Could this be his grandfather's guest?

But Ashu didn’t tell them just now.

"Let's go and take a look."

Yang Feng's curiosity drove him to walk over there.

However, out of caution, he still held Lin Xue's slender hand, fearing that she would be in danger later.

If it were Lin Xue in the past, she might have subconsciously resisted.

But now she seemed to be used to it, and she and Yang Feng slowly walked towards the meditating old man.

At this time, the old man was closing his eyes to rest.

He leaned against a big tree, and the place where he meditated was a group of bamboo leaves.

Although the whole person was in ragged clothes, he exuded a special energy.

Lin Xue and Yang Feng looked at each other and didn't understand what was going on.

"You... why don't you take the initiative to say hello to him?"

Lin Xue encouraged in a low voice.

Yang Feng didn't know what was going on, so he said speechlessly: "Why didn't you say hello to him yourself?"

"He is my grandfather's guest. It would be impolite to disturb him."

Lin Xue found a reason.

In fact, she also felt that this person was unusual.

"Why don't we leave? Go back and ask your grandpa."

Yang Feng felt that it was better not to disturb others easily.

Lin Xue felt that this seemed reasonable.

Just when the two were about to turn around and leave, the old man's leisurely voice appeared.

"Now that we're here, why bother leaving in such a hurry."

The old man's voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating and somewhat clear in the woods.

Yang Feng turned his head and found that the old man had opened his eyes.

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

The old man smiled.

He looked to be sixty or seventy years old and looked like an old beggar.

But his voice and those deep eyes made Yang Feng feel that he was extraordinary.

"Senior, wait for us here... did you know we would come?"

Yang Feng asked doubtfully.

The old man smiled and said: "I have known for five hundred years and five hundred years for my knowledge. I can naturally predict trivial matters."

"Why do you sound like a magic stick?"

Lin Xue's first reaction was that this guy was a magic stick.

Could it be that his grandfather has become superstitious about metaphysics again?

This isn't the first time.

Lin Xue remembered that her grandfather often invited some masters of metaphysics to his home, many of whom were later proven to be liars.

Yang Feng also felt that this guy was like a magic stick when he heard it, and said: "Excuse me, senior, please continue, we have things to go first."

He thought it would be better to talk less to this person.

Yang Feng took Lin Xue and prepared to go out.

But just when he was about to turn around, the old man smiled and said: "There is not much time left for you, and there is not much time left for this world. Don't you plan to consider what Hei Ming said to you? ?”

"Um?!"

When Yang Feng heard the word "Hei Ming", his nerves suddenly became tense.

No one except Shanhe people and myself should know the name Heiming. How could this guy...

Could it be that he is from Shanhe? !

Yang Feng's suddenly nervous look made Lin Xue next to him feel a little strange.

"Don't be so nervous. I've said it before. I've known for five hundred years, and I've known for five hundred years. According to your words, should I be called a fortune teller or a prophet?"

There was a hint of joking in the old man's expression.

Yang Feng felt something was wrong.

He looked at Lin Xue beside him and said, "How about you go outside and wait for me for a while."

"What?"

Lin Xue was obviously a little reluctant.

But she looked at the old man next to her, lowered her head and walked outside.

After Lin Xue left, only two people were left here.

The old man looked at Yang Feng, but did not speak.

Yang Feng couldn't help but said, "Who are you?"

He had already regarded the old man in front of him as a person from Shanhe, and there was actually a bit of hostility in his tone.

However, the old man shook his head with a smile and said: "There is no need to be so hostile, the old man is just a fortune teller."

"Oh? Then what did you calculate?"

"I saw some scenes of the future, scenes of the earth cracking and the world falling."

The old man looked at Yang Feng, squinted his eyes and said, "This world is going to change."

"I know this, I don't need you to remind me."

"The building is about to collapse and cannot be supported by a single tree."

"baffling."

"You don't seem to believe it?"

The old man looked at Yang Feng and said, "You are a very special person, because I can't see your future."

"Is this your trick to deceive?"

"No, I have met two such people before, but they ended up being a pity."

The old man thought about it and said: "The last person like this was decades ago. Like you, he rose rapidly among the ancient warriors, but in the end he fell to the sword. The last time was probably a It was more than a hundred years ago, but that person died tragically."

"More than a hundred years ago?"

Yang Feng stared at the old man in front of him.

He just looked to be in his sixties.

The old man smiled and said: "That man more than a hundred years ago couldn't control his desires, which aroused the anger of some people and was killed."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. After they die, I seem to be able to see their fate clearly."

"Nonsense, people still have a shitty fate after death."

Yang Feng rolled his eyes.

The old man shook his head and said, "I think you are different from them."

"All fortune tellers like to say this, right?"

Yang Feng's expression was speechless.

The old man smiled and said, "You can understand it this way."

"Okay, I don't have much time, I just want to know what exactly are you going to say to me?"

Yang Feng gradually became impatient and said, "I think if you are waiting for me here, you must have something to say to me, right?"

"It's nothing, I just foresaw your rejection of the Shanhe Organization."

"Precognition?"

Yang Feng was a little ridiculous and said: "It's information."

"No, it's prediction."

The old man said, and continued: "Of course, you may not believe it, and I don't blame you."

"Then what if you predicted it?"

"I just want to say that you may have missed an opportunity. The Shanhe Organization may be able to save this world that is about to collapse. Of course, the price will be high."

The old man said calmly.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and said, "Are you really still from Shanhe? Do you want to be their lobbyist?"

"No, their purpose is indeed to enslave the world, but they may also have some effects beyond imagination."

The old man said.

Yang Feng sneered and said: "Slavery? At least your vocabulary is quite accurate."

"I said, I just want to see if this world can change its existing destiny. You are a variable, so I think there may be a glimmer of hope for this world."

After the old man finished speaking, he found that Yang Feng had turned around.

"I won't kill you because you are an old man and have no spiritual power."

As Yang Feng walked out, he left a message.

The old man smiled and said, "I left a prophecy in the mouth of the stone lion at the door. I hope you can see it when you leave."

The old man's voice came from behind, but Yang Feng ignored it.