Qingyuan and his group stopped.

After a moment of silence, the mandrill looked through the mask and looked left and right before confirming that the old man was talking about the gentleman.

Mr. Ge and Qingyuan looked at each other, which had a profound meaning.

Kiyohara turned around, walked forward, and said, "What can you do to teach me?"

The old fortune teller stroked his beard slightly, and his face was dark, as if he was covered with a layer of fog, which had an unfathomable smell. But when he saw the old man pondering for a moment, he said, "I think you have changed recently."

Qingyuan said calmly: "What's wrong?"

He didn't have much contact with these wise men, but he also knew that there were many tricks in his words.

The old man didn't say it thoroughly, but only said that there seemed to be something wrong, but he didn't say whether there had been something wrong or not, or whether there would be something wrong in the future. If an ordinary person heard this, whether he believed it or not, at least a seed would fall in his heart first.

Mr. Ge asked about the words that the carp went upstairs just now, and he looked at it with interest.

"I have observed your face and walked to this day, and luck will come."

The old man said without a sound, stretched it a little longer, and then said: "You can get your wish in the near future, but your fortune is mixed with good fortune, and what is accompanied by is the towers and cliffs in the sky. In my opinion, I am afraid that there will be future troubles and disasters."

The mandrill probably knows that his husband has benefited, but it seems to have some disadvantages. Sounds like this, I think this old man is indeed amazing and has accurate measurements.

Qingyuan's eyes slightly condensed.

The old man's words did not seem to be fabricated out of thin air, and they mostly match his current situation.

However, among the sorcerers in the world, there are those who can observe people's faces, expressions, and actions, so as to infer the person's recent thoughts and encounters. Such people have been walking in the world for many years and have used this kind of arithmetic for many years, so they have extremely high attainments and few mistakes.

Qingyuan has been able to practice recently and is quite cheerful, but he is worried about the key of the nine-level treasure box and his eyebrows may be a bit thoughtful. If there is someone who is good at observing, it is not difficult to see it, so he speculates it.

However, you can see at a glance that even if you are not a half immortal who can tell fortunes and divination, you are also a famous figure among the martial arts warlocks.

Qingyuan took away the unnecessary thoughts in his heart, bowed his hand slightly, and asked, "Why did the old man teach me?"

"I think your disaster will be accompanied by you at the least... you will lose money and treasures, and at the worst you will be a bloody disaster, or even a life-threatening."

The old man's words seemed a little low, and his eyebrows raised and moved, as if they were quite tricky.

Mr. Ge frowned slightly.

When Ge Yuer heard that the husband had suffered a disaster, she felt that the old man was talking nonsense and bulging his face, and was quite angry. But she couldn't help but feel a little worried and nervous.

As for the mandrill, I didn’t have many ideas, and my black robe was like an iron tower.

Qingyuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Dare you ask how to rescue me?"

The fortune teller showed a deep thought, his forehead frowned, his eyes closed slightly, and his eyebrows were beating, as if he was thinking carefully. But his hand was unconsciously placed on the table, twisting his thumb and middle fingers a few times.

Qingyuan understood and took out three taels of silver from his arms, placed it on the table, and said calmly: "There are no silver notes, only some scattered silver. Don't refuse."

The fortune teller opened his eyes and looked at the silver on the table. He did not do anything, but just knocked on the table three times.

"good."

Mr. Ge made a sound. He smiled and took out three taels of silver and placed it on the table.

In today's world, you can buy a bun for three cents, and one tael of silver is one thousand cents. For ordinary people, it is a considerable amount of money. When Qingyuan bought a black dog from Li Yin, it was a high price for one tael of silver.

Although Ge Yu'er was young, she was dependent on her grandfather for life and knew that money was precious. Seeing that the fortune teller asked for so much, she couldn't help but be angry. Especially, she probably regarded the other party as a liar in the world, and she was even more displeased.

She glanced at the fortune teller a few times and muttered in her heart: "This fortune teller is probably a liar, why are grandpa and husband willing to give money?"

The fortune teller took the money, weighed it, nodded, and said with satisfaction: "Spend money to eliminate disasters, you can be considered a loss of money, you can leave."

He paused, as if he felt that this was inappropriate. He coughed twice and said, "You just need to go towards your current idea without changing it. You will have no worries for the short term. Well... If you are confused, you will be able to resolve it."

Ge Yuer looked at the fortune teller and thought angrily, isn't this nonsense? Thinking of this, she wanted to scold her, but Qingyuan pressed her shoulders down.

Kiyohara shook her head, then looked up, looked at the fortune teller, nodded, "Thank you for your advice."

Mr. Ge pondered for a moment.

Kiyohara said, "It's late. Find a place to stay first, and then look for a carriage and horse that you can travel with."

Mr. Ge nodded.

The group turned around and left.

The fortune teller glanced at the back of the group, weighed the silver in his hand, and was quite satisfied. Then he saw someone walking in front of him, his eyes lit up.

"That young man, stop and listen to me."

...

This sentence came to Qingyuan and his group, causing them to stop involuntarily.

Then he saw the fortune teller calling another young man.

Although the young man was not a noble man, he was clean and had fair palms, and he was also a child of food and clothing.

"I have observed your face and walked to this day, and luck will come."

The old fortune teller sighed: "I should have gotten what I want recently, but your Yin Tang is deeply depressed and afraid it will be accompanied by disasters."

The young man was quite nervous when he heard this and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Then there was another similar scene.

...

Ge Yuer snorted, kicked the mandrill, and said angrily: "You are so strong, go and get justice quickly and get the money back."

This mandrill was first met with people's wishes and did not change much, so he left according to his fate.

Qingyuan stopped it, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's hard to return after buying something. There are rules in their industry. When we are fooled, we have to admit defeat."

Ge Yu'er was still resentful.

The mandrill became honest and obedient, and he stopped listening to others' words.

Mr. Ge sighed and said, "Let's go."

The group turned around and walked again.

Mr. Ge's eyes were slightly slanted and he glanced at Qingyuan.

This young man did not feel depressed as if he was deceived, but his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about something.

Mr. Ge vaguely understood. He turned his head slightly and looked at the strange man who had been remembered for many years and was probably a liar in the world.

Qingyuan is a person who practices Taoism.

This fortune-telling Xiangbanxian can obtain a few taels of silver from Qingyuan. Even if he is not a practitioner of Taoism, he must be a person with extremely high level of fraud and can be regarded as the ancestor of the martial arts warlocks.

According to the rules, if you fall, you will fall. Secondly, it is his ability to deceive his own people.

not to mention……

Mr. Ge looked at Qingyuan, and he really couldn't see any smell of being bullied.

Even if you are 99% sure, you can be sure that you are a sorcerer of the world.

But Qingyuan is still the same.

He was pondering.

“I can’t see through…”

Qingyuan's eyes were slightly slight and he thought to himself: "He is in front of him, but he seems to be in the fog, mysterious, but he has not yet entered the door of Taoism, he is just a mortal?"
Chapter completed!