I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"Sir, you are now teaching Qi Mo martial arts, so please don't refuse. We should call you 'sir.' However, we have special identities and have been traveling in secret all this way. We have a lot of wealth, and our caravan is already too large. Now, you and Xiao Qi are firing shots from a distance. Isn't that a bit too blatant?" The woman's words were very tactful, but Ling Xiao heard nothing but a bunch of curses directed at him.

However, he felt that the woman's worries were a bit unnecessary. Qi's father certainly wouldn't choose a route through crowded areas. On the surface, he said he would guarantee the safety of the journey, but given Qi's father's abilities, would he allow any danger along the way? Obviously not. But parents would still worry about their children, which is understandable.

He expressed his understanding, then stared at Qi Mo thoughtfully and said, "Our firearms classes might be reduced now, so what should I teach you? I'll teach you... I've got it! I'll teach you fortune telling!"

Xiao Qi Mo looked at Ling Xiao with shining eyes and exclaimed in amazement, "How can you know everything! I must learn something you don't know in the future, and then..."

"And then what?" Ling Xiao looked at him and smiled. This kid was completely different from Xiao Hua when they were young.

"Then I'll teach you!"

"When I grow up, you'll be as big as my father. You'll be clumsy at learning everything then, and I'll tell you some interesting stories." Little Qi Mo's eyes darted around. These eyes were very much like his mother's, eyes that could hold endless emotions, except that the emotions conveyed by these smaller eyes were all innocent and pure.

"You child, if your father hears you, he'll spank you again!" The woman felt relieved to see him like this. She couldn't help with his martial arts training, and it pained her to see her child beaten so badly every day. But given Qi Jia's current situation, she could only watch from the sidelines and apply medicine to the child after he was beaten.

Now that someone is coming to teach Xiaoqi, and Xiaoqi is willing to learn, and she has no injuries, why not?

Fortune telling isn't easy to learn, but Qi Mo is practically born with a natural talent for it, mastering the art in just three days.

But this kid started to doubt himself as soon as he learned a little. He couldn't understand Ling Xiao's face, but he could understand his parents' faces. Their foreheads were dark, which was not a good sign.

Ling Xiao then taught him palmistry and bone reading, but the kid barely spoke for two days.

"What's wrong?" Ling Xiao called him to a secluded spot, took a large chicken leg, and waved it in front of him. This trick used to be very effective against Zhuangzhuang.

"Sir, I seem to be lacking in skill. I can't understand your calculations. According to what you taught me, your palmistry and bone structure are not those of a living person. And my father and mother... they both have the features of people who are about to die. How is this possible!" Qi Mo was deeply puzzled.

"Then I was just showing you how they died," Ling Xiao said, stuffing a chicken leg into Qi Mo's mouth. Qi Mo mumbled, "They all died violent deaths."

"The way they died was the same?" Ling Xiao asked again.

Qi Mo shook his head and said, "Father died in battle, but Mother... was killed by some other external force..."

“Since it’s different, it means you calculated correctly. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural course of life. You have to learn to let go.” Ling Xiao patted his head.

"I can't bear it, sir, I don't want my mother to leave me. In the plays, people can defy fate, can't my mother... be like you..." Qi Mo cried as he spoke.

Ling Xiao's bone structure is exactly the kind that indicates he can defy fate, which means he must have a way. However, he was afraid that his mother could not bear the pain of defying fate. He regretted his words as soon as he spoke, and the little boy could only shed tears silently.