When Pingyang Gong saw that Gu Ming took out four hundred yuan, he was not polite, and directly reached out and put the four tickets into his trouser pocket. Putting down the phone, Pingyang Gong took out a ballpoint pen and a few pieces of A4 paper and said, "Which one comes first?" ”

Tang Song has a black line on his forehead, what does this ballpoint pen and A4 paper mean! This Pingyang Gong doesn't look like a fortune teller, even if he doesn't even prepare a brush?

Pingyang Gong looked at the strange eyes of Tang Song and the others, and coughed dryly in embarrassment: "That...... Modern people, there are not many people who use brushes, you all use ballpoint pens, so it is convenient for you to write and I am convenient for measuring words. ”

Tang Song sighed and said a little helplessly: "Then I'll test it first." ”

When it came to the ballpoint pen, Tang Song was stunned for a moment, which word was better for him to write. After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered Xu Li in Shitang Town, and he also paid attention to it in his heart, so he wrote Xu Li's beautiful character.

But as soon as the ballpoint pen in Tang Song's hand drew the first horizontal on the white paper, a gust of night wind blew the paper off the table and fell to the ground.

Pingyang Gong picked up the blank paper from the ground and looked at it, and was about to speak, but Tang Song said, "I'm sorry, the wind blew it off, I'll write another one." ”

"No, this A4 paper costs two cents a piece. What's more, it is also providential to be blown away by the wind, and I have already measured this word for you. Pingyang Gong took out his nose and looked at the white paper in his hand and said.

"You!" Gu Ming was furious on the side, and said indignantly, "Damn, I just paid Lao Tzu four hundred yuan, and now I actually think that rewriting a piece of paper will waste two cents!" I guess it's too expensive not to buy a brush! ”

Pingyang Gong ignored Gu Ming, pulled his clothes, and sat upright: "This classmate wrote a 'one' word, the wind that blows down the paper is the breath of heaven and earth, and when the paper falls on the ground, this land represents the soil. Add a soil character under the word to become a king, so this classmate is the king born in response to the luck of heaven and earth. ”

Hearing Pingyang Gong say this, Tang Song's first reaction was to think of his divine grace spirit, and just about to ask Pingyang Gong in detail, the other party had already waved his hand and said, "Okay, the heavenly secret must not be revealed." You've finished the test, let's go next. ”

Gu Ming was also shocked when he heard Pingyang Gong's remarks just now, but he didn't expect that this magic stick in front of him could also pull his head with a sycophant.

Seeing Tang Song get up, Gu Ming sat on the chair opposite Pingyang Gong, picked up a pen, and wrote the word "one" on a word.

But Gu Ming was a little unhappy with Pingyang Gong in his heart, so when he put down the pen, he also made it a little heavier, and the moment he closed the pen, the paper had already been scratched by him.

Pingyang Gong picked up the blank paper and looked at it for a moment, and said approvingly: "Not bad, not bad." These students are really indomitable and sharp! ”

Gu Ming smiled coldly in his heart, it seemed that the other party was a sycophant. But what Pingyang Gong said next changed in vain.

"It's a pity that you are too angry in your heart, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to die well in the future. You need to remember that whoever draws the sword will die by the sword, and whoever punches will die by the fist. ”

Gu Ming, like Tang Song, heard that there seemed to be a deep mystery in Pingyang's words, but Pingyang Gonggong had already waved his hand and said, "Next." ”

Sun Buer glanced at Tang Song and Gu Ming, and said softly when he passed by them: "Don't worry, see how I treat him." ”

Like Tang Song and Gu Ming, Sun Buer also wrote a "one" character, but when he was about to hand the white paper to the opposite Pingyang Gong after writing this character, Sun Buer's hand "accidentally" trembled, and the white character also fell to the ground.

"Hey, it seems that I am also the king who came into being!" Sun Buji pretended to be surprised and exclaimed.

"Flee to the ground and die, and seek your own death." After Pingyang Gong said this, he didn't even pick up the white paper on the ground, and said directly, "Next." ”

Sun Buer also stayed in place after hearing Pingyang Gong's words, with thousands of thoughts in his heart.

Although the other party only said eight words, he faintly said Sun Buer's ability to escape to the earth, and what surprised him even more was the four words "self-defeating" in the back.

The last person to measure the word is Han Xiang, as a Taoist heir, Han Xiang has already seen some clues when he measured the words of Tang Song and the three people in Pingyang, and knows that the seemingly sloppy and casual man in front of him is not simple in terms of easy to learn attainments.

"Sir, the junior is called Han Xiang." Han Xiang clenched his fists and said, then sat down on the wooden bench and picked up the pen to write.

Han Xiang knew that for the real Yixue everyone, no matter what words he wrote, the other party could spy on the mystery from it, so he didn't think much about it, and he was ready to write down the word "one" when he picked up the pen.

But this horizontal writing broke halfway.

"I'm sorry, sir, but it looks like the water is out of water." Han Xiang politely handed the ballpoint pen in his hand to Pingyang Gong.

Pingyang Gong was quite satisfied with Han Xiang's respectful attitude, reached out and took the white paper in his hand and glanced at it, and said two words with a little helplessness: "Early death." ”

When Han Xiang heard what Pingyang Gong said, the pen in his hand fell to the ground, and his face turned pale.

What Pingyang Gong said was exactly the same as what his Taoist master said. He himself has a rare extreme yin physique in a hundred years, but fortunately he is a man, otherwise he is afraid that he will die when he is still an infant.

Even so, his master once asserted that it would be difficult for Han Xiang to survive the age of the crown. He is now nineteen years old, which means that he should be crowned in less than a year......

Tang Song and the others didn't know about this, but looking at Han Xiang's appearance, they also knew that his state was not very good.

Gu Ming stepped forward to help Han Xiang and said loudly to Pingyang Gong: "What bad words, no wonder your business is so bad!" ”

Pingyang Gong didn't care, took out his mobile phone and said, "Hehe, anyway, I also earned 400 yuan today, which can be enough for me to rub a few full meals." ”

Tang Song looked at Pingyang Gong, and saw that the other party only lowered his head and played with his mobile phone and didn't want to deal with them anymore, so he left here with Gu Ming and the others.

Walking all the way back to the dormitory, everyone had something on their minds, but they were talking and laughing, and it seemed that they hadn't gone to Pingyang Gong to test their numerology just now.

The night is getting dark, and the people near the Xiangji Temple are gradually becoming scarce. There is no one in Pingyang Gong's stall, his business is very poor, and after Tang Song and the four of them have tested the words, he has not been here at all.

Occasionally, a few passers-by came forward to ask him to count words with curiosity, but when they heard Pingyang Gong say that he would need 100 yuan to measure a word, they also shook their heads and walked away with a smile.

"Ah, there's no power!" Pingyang Gong looked at the mobile phone that turned off automatically and was ready to start closing the stall.

The blank paper that Han Xiang used to measure words happened to be pressed under his wrist, Pingyang Gong picked up the blank paper and pondered for half a minute, then sighed and said: "He is also a humble and polite child, he really shouldn't have died early." ”

Under the waning moon, Pingyang Gong picked up the ballpoint pen that had broken the water from the side and made up half a pen after the word that Han Xiang had not finished.

After half a pen was completed, Pingyang Gong's sideburns were also whitened by several hairs, he looked up at the deep night sky and laughed loudly: "The old man wants to usurp the sky and change his life, what can you do to me!" ”

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