I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Although the sigh was very small, it could not escape Yan Xiu's hearing.

"Old man, is there anything bothering you?"

When the old man saw Yan Xiu asking the question, he stopped what he was doing, and a hint of sadness could be seen in his heavy tone.

"Alas, actually this girl is not my biological granddaughter, but an orphan I picked up back then."

When Yan Xiu heard this, he couldn't help but look surprised.

The old man casually wiped his greasy hands on his apron.

Then he slowly walked to Yan Xiu's side and sat down, continuing to tell him about the forgotten past.

"One winter day six years ago, I came back from chopping wood in the mountains when I heard a faint cry.

I couldn't suppress my worry, so I followed the sound and finally found the doll in a long-abandoned temple. "

The old man's eyes slowly shifted to the little girl as he narrated the story, and the regret and love in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Her face turned blue from the cold, so I immediately held her in my arms and rushed her to the hospital."

"Later, the doctors in the city said she had an incurable disease and might not live past the age of seven."

"According to the time, in a few months it will be her seventh birthday."

When mentioning this, the old man's voice trembled slightly, and he could no longer look directly at the lively and busy figure.

I can only choose to look away and shed tears silently.

The girl was busy at the moment, with a sweet and innocent smile on her face all the time, and she didn't look like she was seriously ill at all.

The old man has been a lonely man from beginning to end, and he has already treated her as his real granddaughter in his heart.

Now, seeing his beloved granddaughter approaching the end of her life step by step, the heart-wrenching pain is like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, breaking his heart.

Yan Xiu just listened to the old man's narration silently without saying a word.

The old man wiped his eyes and said to Yan Xiu with a forced smile, "I can't help talking about old things. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Seeing the old man's forced smile, Yan Xiu said a few gentle words to comfort him, then turned around and walked towards the lively little girl again.

"Ali, make me two more big meat buns."

As he said this, he took out three copper coins from his arms.

When the girl named Ali heard this, her eyes instantly opened wide in surprise.

"Big brother, you've already eaten so much, how much more can you eat?"

Her young voice was filled with disbelief.

"Ali's cooking skills are so good, I can eat ten more!"

Yan Xiu echoed.

When Ali heard the compliment, her eyes narrowed into crescents and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks.

She was nimble and quick, and in a flash she had carefully wrapped the hot meat buns. Her movements revealed a skill and meticulousness that did not match her age.

"Ali, do you have any dreams?"

Yan Xiu suddenly asked softly.

When Ali heard the sound, she opened her little mouth slightly and said "ah", with a trace of surprise on her face.

Then she tilted her head, blinked her bright and clear eyes, and fell into deep thought.

She counted on her fingers carefully, counting her little wishes one by one.

"Ali hopes that she won't have to drink bitter and astringent medicine soup every day when she wakes up, hopes that she can eat delicious meatballs every day, and hopes that grandpa can relax a little and not suffer so much..."

When she said this, her little face was filled with the innocence and hope that are unique to children.

"But what Ah Li wants most is to fly in the sky like Brother Yu from the Qingshuang Sword Sect!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly dimmed, as if the dream was out of reach.

Yan Xiu was puzzled as to how such a weak little girl could want to learn martial arts.

So he couldn't help but ask, wanting to know the reason.

"As long as I learn martial arts, no one will dare to bully Grandpa anymore!"

In fact, Ali and the other two are not from Lingchuan Prefecture.

It was only because A Li's grandfather learned that there was a highly skilled doctor in Lingchuan Prefecture that he moved to Lingchuan Prefecture specifically, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for A Li's illness.

It’s a pity that one of them was old and the other was young, and they were soon targeted by thugs.

Fortunately, a disciple named Yu from the Qingshuang Sword Sect stood up for them and saved them from being killed.

From that day on, the seed of learning martial arts was planted in Ali's young heart.

He dreamed that one day he would be able to grow up to be a knight like Brother Yu, and do justice and fight for justice.

Yan Xiu raised an indulgent smile and rubbed Ah Li's head with a gentle tone.

"Sleep well and eat well. Brother Yan believes that your wish will come true."

A Li's face glowed with satisfaction, and she was obviously unable to resist Yan Xiu's gentle touch on the head.

From that day on, Yan Xiu showed up at Ali's stall every morning without fail and bought a few hot meat buns.

It seemed as if this had become an indispensable ritual in his life.

After enjoying the delicious meat buns, he walked slowly to the corner of the street and slowly set up his stall.

After the eye-shaking scene a few days ago, Yan Xiu’s stall had not yet been completely set up when crowds of people gathered around it.

In just a few days, Yan Xiu, the fortune teller, became famous in Lingchuan Prefecture.

People heard the news and came in droves.

There was an endless stream of people seeking divination and fortune-telling, all wanting to understand the unfathomable power of this mysterious fortune teller.

Yan Xiu remains as independent as ever, and is only willing to tell fortunes for one destined person every day.

No matter early or late, no matter which order.

The lucky person who is chosen has nothing to do with his or her status, wealth, or social class.

He can be a ragged commoner or a wealthy businessman.

Yan Xiu's choice was based on a momentary feeling and a single thought.

If there is a real destiny, he would be happy to teach everyone everything he knows, even for free, to help solve people's confusion.

Such a unique style of doing things not only did not stop people from coming, but instead attracted more attention.

Even the famous and wealthy families in Lingchuan Prefecture could not suppress their curiosity.

They all sent their servants and carriages to rush forward to find out what was going on, just to get a divination from Yan Xiu.

On this day, Yan Xiu had just set up his stall when he caused ripples like a stone thrown into still water.

The crowd came like a tide, quickly surrounding him.

"Master Yan, is there a place for me in today's divination?"

A young man dressed as a scholar asked eagerly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Master Yan, I beg you to help me solve my doubts. One hexagram is enough!"

Another middle-aged man who looked like a businessman pleaded eagerly, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

"Go wherever you want, I've been waiting for seven days!"

The noise was endless, and the scene suddenly became as chaotic as an ordinary vegetable market.

Yan Xiu turned a deaf ear to all of this.

After finishing the work in his hands, he slowly raised his head and looked for the lucky person of the day.

Wherever his eyes went, everyone responded with eager anticipation, hoping to be the next person to be favored.

Finally, Yan Xiu's sight fell on a tall young man.