The Legend of the Demon Hunter

There is a small town on the southern border of the Buluolan Snowfield, called Snowfield Town. Although the town is located in a remote area and has a harsh environment, it is the only transit station for explorers heading to the Buluolan Snowfield. It has formed a certain scale, with a complete range of businesses and inns in the town, and people coming and going on the road.

Xiao Zhu and Xiao Ya were walking into an inn at this time. After several days of continuous travel, they were already starving. Although with Xiao Zhu's current cultivation, as long as his spiritual power was sufficient, he could go without sleep or food for several years, but the smell of wine and meat wafting from the inn still made Xiao Zhu's appetite surge.

"I want to eat braised pork trotters, stir-fried lamb with green onions, and snow ginseng..." Seeing Xiaoya still not satisfied after ordering seven or eight dishes, the waiter couldn't help but say, "Miss, although we don't have many types of dishes here, the portions are very large. These dishes are more than enough for three or four strong men, not to mention two people. Do you think we should order this much first?"

"Let's leave it at that for now." Xiaoya's personality seemed to have changed since she recovered her memory. Her previous quiet and well-behaved appearance was completely gone, and she became very eccentric and elf-like.

Just when the innkeeper was about to leave, Xiaoya suddenly called him: "Also, give me two more pots of good wine."

The innkeeper turned around and looked at Xiaoya in disbelief, but did not dare to say anything more. He nodded and left in a hurry.

"You want to drink?" Xiao Zhu looked at her and couldn't help but say.

"What's the matter? We've been traveling so hard for so many days, and when we were hungry we could only eat some dry food. Now we finally found a place to stay, what's wrong with drinking some wine?" Xiaoya pouted, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Looking at Xiaoya's current appearance, Xiao Zhu finally understood the temper of a young lady from a famous family. Although she was not very old, she had an extremely willful personality. No wonder she ran away from home alone to find her parents.

Xiao Zhu shook his head and replied, "No problem, I'll do as you say."

After getting what she wanted, Xiaoya's face was full of smiles again, and she said earnestly: "Brother Zhu, when you find my parents, you must not tell them about my drinking!"

Xiao Zhu: “…”

As they were talking, the innkeeper brought over two jugs of wine. Xiaoya took the jug, took out two cups, poured a cup for her and Xiaozhu respectively, raised her glass and said, "Brother Zhu, cheers, I wish us a safe journey to the next Buluolan Snowfield."

Xiao Zhu picked up the wine glass, but he was not in a hurry to drink it. He just looked at Xiaoya quietly. Xiaoya couldn't wait to take a big sip. The wine slid down her red lips into her mouth. Xiaoya's face suddenly turned red, as if she had drunk boiling water that burned her mouth. She spit out the whole mouthful of wine, and kept shouting: "Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! This wine is too hard to drink!"

Seeing Xiaoya's expression, Xiao Zhu burst out laughing: "It seems like this is your first time drinking?"

Xiaoya threw the wine glass on the table, her face still red as she answered, "I saw my father drinking before, and I wanted to try it, but he always refused me. I was always curious and thought wine was some kind of delicacy. Humph! I didn't expect it to be the most unpalatable thing I've ever had."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly answered, "Wine is something that can only be tasted with the past and accompanied by pain... Little kid, you are still so young and have not experienced the sufferings of the world, so how can you appreciate the charm of wine?"

Xiao Zhu and Xiao Ya were attracted by the voice. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw a white-haired fortune teller in tattered clothes. The fortune teller was holding a dirty flag in his hand, on which was written the words "Knowing Heaven's will and being happy with your destiny, you have no worries."

"Some people live for a hundred years but are just frogs in a well, while some people, although only in their teens, have already opened their eyes and seen all kinds of things in the world. Old sir, although you are older than me, you are not me. How do you know that I have never experienced the sufferings of the world?" Xiaoya argued eloquently.

The fortune teller was asked a question by Xiaoya, but he did not refute it. It seemed that he did not want to argue with Xiaoya. He smiled gently and said to Xiao Zhu: "From what I heard from your conversation just now, it seems that you two want to go to the Buluolan Snowfield in the north?"

"Yes, father-in-law. Is there anything I can help you with?" Xiao Zhu asked in confusion.

"Young man, I think you and I have a good relationship. If you buy me a pot of wine, I will tell you a secret in exchange. What do you think?" The fortune teller said mysteriously.

"Of course." Xiao Zhu handed the pot of wine that had not been drunk to the fortune teller and said, "This pot of wine is for you, old man. I wonder what secrets you want to tell us?"

The fortune teller took the wine pot and picked it up impatiently. He didn't pour out the wine but took three gulps directly from the pot. He burped and then told his secret: "Last night I observed the sky and saw three stars in the north, Xuantian Nu, Xu and Shi, and Wei pointed directly to the intersection of the three stars. This is a bad omen. I'm afraid there will be a disaster in the northern Buluolan snowfield. You two are young and have a bright future. Why do you want to take risks? Aren't you afraid of going there without coming back?"

After hearing what the fortune teller said, Xiao Zhu hadn't replied yet, but Xiao Ya asked in a hurry: "Could it be that the fortune teller wants to persuade the two of us to go back?"

"That's right." The fortune teller answered affirmatively.

"Sir, I have a question, please enlighten me." Xiaoya asked.

The fortune teller glanced at Xiaoya and said, "Young lady, please speak."

Xiaoya pointed at the fortune teller's banner and said, "Sir, you claim to know the destiny. If you can tell fortunes accurately, how can you be so poor that you can't even afford a bottle of wine?"

Hearing this, the fortune teller looked embarrassed and replied, "Nowadays, the world is in decline and people are pursuing profit. Who of those demon hunters who want to go to the north for adventures is willing to listen to my advice?"

"I have said this much. Whether you two believe it or not, it's up to you to decide!" After saying this, the fortune teller drank the pot of wine in his hand, then walked out of the inn staggeringly, leaning on the yellowed flag in his hand.

Looking at the fortune teller's gradually receding back, Xiao Zhu suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

He thought for a moment and thought of the fortune teller he had met in Sanbianzhou in the past. He also held a banner with the same slogan - Know the will of heaven and be content with your fate, so you will not worry. But he had only met the fortune teller once before, and he could not remember his appearance clearly.

However, Sanbianzhou is thousands of miles away from here. Even a demon hunter with high cultivation would need about a month to get there. For a weak fortune teller like this, it is almost impossible to cross this distance. Thinking of this, Xiao Zhu shook his head and shook off the doubts in his mind.