Early in the morning, the sun is shining.

At this time, Feng Qingyan held a glass of warm water, stood quietly in front of the window, and his eyes fell on the square in front of the hotel casually. Although he didn't go to bed until nearly four o'clock last night, he woke up early, but he was still not in very good shape, and his face looked a little pale.

After leaving Aoyama Village, his body began to weaken again.

Moreover, the air in Tianjing was not very good, and it seemed to be a little cloudy, which made him feel very depressed, and his brows were furrowed.

In the square in front of the hotel, a middle-aged man in his early forties squatted, dressed in a slightly whitish-washed gray tunic, with a typical Chinese face. He squinted slightly with a pair of very attentive eyes, quietly looking at the crowd of people coming and going in front of him.

At his feet, a small pebble pressed a brand new piece of A4 paper.

At this time, Feng Qingyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked at the two big characters printed on it - fortune telling.

It seems that this middle-aged man in a tunic is a fortune teller, but his belongings are a little too shabby, and he squatted there for almost half an hour, and no one cared.

However, he didn't care, and was still quietly squatting to watch the beauty.

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but smile, in fact, he also stood in front of the window and watched for about half an hour, thinking that he was really bored.

He shook his head, began to pack his things, and walked down the hotel for a walk.

It's still early, but it's only about seven o'clock.

He walked out of the hotel gate and saw the middle-aged man in the tunic still squatting there, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on him again. In this vast sea of people, Feng Qingyan's eyes fell on him one after another, which made him different.

His body does exude a distinctive aura, which seems to be out of place with the people around him.

It was this breath that attracted Feng Qingyan's attention.

And the middle-aged man in the tunic who was squatting on the ground, looking at the beauties coming and going, said boredly: "It's hard to do business." ”

In fact, many pedestrians in the square cast strange glances at him.

This is too unprofessional, isn't it, what is it to use an A4 paper? You have to be professional to deceive people, otherwise how to eat with a mouthful?

At this time, Feng Qingyan walked towards him quietly, but at this time, a middle-aged man dressed decently stopped. He looked at the middle-aged man in the tunic with strange eyes, took two steps and stopped, and asked, "Master, I want to ask about my parents' longevity?"

The middle-aged man in the tunic didn't seem to expect someone to ask him for a hexagram, just now his attention was not here, he squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man, and said casually: "The leaves fall back to the roots, people always have to die." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Then ask me about my relationship with my wife?"

"Never give up. The middle-aged man in the tunic said without raising his head.

"Ask me about my future fame?" the middle-aged man frowned, thought about it and asked again, seemingly a little unwilling.

The middle-aged eyelids in the tunic did not move, and said: "Wealth is like a cloud of smoke, and it should be used at the right time." ”

The middle-aged man suddenly became angry, and said in a reprimanding tone: "Won't you know how to tell fortunes and use these to perfunctory me, can't I pay the money?"

The middle-aged man in the tunic turned the A4 paper boringly, and said: "Fortune telling is just a small skill of carving insects." The hexagram is cloudy, and the doubtful and undecided ask for divination. ”

"Hmph, of course it's the doubtful and indecisive who asks, otherwise why would I come to ask you how you do business. The middle-aged man said coldly, his voice a little impatient.

"If you ask your parents about their longevity, do you know that as a child, you should worship and fulfill your filial piety in front of the high hall, and serve one day at a time, so as to fulfill your filial piety. If you ask about the relationship between husband and wife, you can know that the wife of the chaff does not go to court, if the two respect each other like guests, the husband and wife will naturally be harmonious. If you ask about the future fame, you know that if you are not calm about one gain or one loss, the utilitarian profit will increase day by day, which will be harmful to you. Those who know the destiny of heaven and guard the avenue have no doubts in their hearts, and they don't need to tell hexagrams. ”

The middle-aged man listened to the middle-aged man in the tunic and couldn't help but be stunned.

The middle-aged man in the tunic finally said: "I know fortune telling, but fortune telling does not help you, and it may be harmful." People want to seek good fortune and avoid evil, but the so-called blessings and disasters depend on each other, and if they do not experience tribulations, it is difficult to become a great tool, and if there are too many blessings, it is also a disaster. I hope you can understand the avenue, know the destiny of heaven, no need for fortune telling. ”

Hearing this speech again, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and then left in a huff.

The middle-aged man in the tunic didn't know if the middle-aged man had listened to his words in his ears. However, he didn't care, his fate was only in his own hands.

How to walk the road depends on yourself.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little stunned, and his gaze became a little different. This middle-aged man in a tunic really gave him a different feeling.

At this time, Feng Qingyan suddenly became interested, and then sat down on a chair three or four meters behind the middle-aged man in a tunic suit, and then looked at him quietly.

About ten minutes later, two middle-aged men in tunics walked in front of them, one was bald and the other was big.

"Borrow it, don't get in the way of my view. ”

At this time, the man in the tunic did not raise his head, waved his hand and said.

However, the two men did not walk away, so he raised his head and asked, "Do you want to tell fortunes?"

"Nonsense!"

The big man glared, then looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Are you accurate?"

"The iron mouth is straight, and it is not allowed not to collect money. The man in the tunic said with a smile.

"What if not?" asked the big man.

"It is not allowed to go unpaid. The middle-aged man in the tunic said confidently.

"Then calculate whether I can make a fortune today. The bald man said with a grin.

The middle-aged man in the tunic suddenly stood up, squinted at the very divine eyes, looked at the heads and the big man a few times, and circled around them, making a "tsk" sound in his mouth.

"Look at your declining appearance, don't think about getting rich, just don't break the bank. Well, it looks like you're going to be unlucky, this is a place of right and wrong, get out of here, or you'll have to suffer......"

"Grass, will you count?" the bald head suddenly became angry when he heard it.

"It's like, how can we be unlucky, how can we be unlucky?" said the big man with a glare, a picture of a man who was about to eat a tunic suit.

"Don't you believe me? Wait, don't come to me then. ”

The middle-aged man in the tunic waved his hand and said, then took a few steps back with his A4 paper.

", don't show me you, or I'll watch it once. The bald head was a little annoyed, and waved his fist at the middle-aged man in the tunic suit, "Ma's, I met the crow......'s beak early in the morning."

Feng Qingyan, who was sitting quietly on the chair, couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, feeling that this middle-aged man in a tunic was quite interesting.

At this time, he saw the little girl from yesterday again.

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