The yellow-faced Confucian became breathing rapidly, as if he had made some kind of decision, as if he had let go of the burden in his heart, and finally said in an unusually firm voice:

"People live for a lifetime, grass lives for an autumn, and the students will take refuge under the gate of the king of Chengjun, willing to be lackeys, and let them be driven. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The old Taoist priest bowed his head slightly, and his face was light, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but Situ Xing also found a very faint trace of triumph in his eyes.

"Dao Chief, do you think the student can be lifted?"

"Dao Chief, do you think the student's luck is enough?"

。。。

The previous example was close at hand, and the Confucian students who were rushing to take the exam couldn't help but breathe a lot heavier. Some people even gathered around and tried to invite the old Taoist to look at him.

That Taoist is also a person who does not refuse, and the iron mouth is straightforward, and the score is not bad.

Which year did he get a show, which year did he Xiao Dengke, which year did his parents pass away...

The faces of the people who were broken were shocked, and their hearts were worried.

Some of them were crying and looking sad, like mourning.

Situ Xing sat upright in his seat, his eyes fell on the table, and the marinated beef was thinly sliced, as if it were transparent in the light of the lamp.

Picked up with chopsticks, trembling like jelly.

Click!

Situ Xing's stomach opened, his appetite increased greatly, and even his teeth became much stronger.

Whether it was pink beef or beef tendon with incredible toughness, he bit it off, and two rows of hard teeth were like stone grinders, crushing all the food into minced pieces.

And his stomach kept squirming, and a trace of food was broken down and absorbed, turning into pure blood.

"Hey!"

Feeling the garbage accumulated in his body, Situ couldn't help but sigh. Although beef can provide a lot of energy to the body, it has a lot of residues, which can clog the pores of the whole body and clog the acupuncture points over time.

If it is a real sect disciple, the food is planted and watered with spiritual fields and spiritual water.

Situ Xing has only seen the record of Lingmi in the "Chronicle of Strange Things", those Lingmi are as big as the palm of ordinary people's hands, and the color is white, like ivory, the warrior eats it, nourishes the qi and blood, dredges the acupoints, and ordinary people eat all kinds of diseases, and prolong life.

This kind of spiritual rice can only grow in the blessed land of the earth immortals and the cave of the heavenly immortals, so it is cherished and abnormal, and it is not something that ordinary people can enjoy.

"If I can have spiritual rice for food, as long as I am warm for a few years, I will definitely be able to break the innate nature!"

Situ Xing thought of it a little dazed, but when he thought of the difficulty of finding Lingmi, he couldn't help but be deflated in his heart.

"Childe is really good-looking!"

The old Taoist didn't know when he sat opposite Situ Xing, looked at Situ Xing's face with blazing eyes, and said with some surprise.

"Huh!"

Situ Xing's head was raised, and he glanced at the old Taoist priest with his spare eyes, and then drank to himself. The old Taoist priest was not discouraged when he touched a soft nail.

His eyes fell directly between Situ Xing's eyebrows, looking at the vertical lines, and he muttered a little.

"Hanging pins!"

Situ Xing's complexion changed slightly, and the hanging needle pattern is a special noun in physiognomy, and the seal hall is called the palace, and the lord is prosperous and withered in his life. If a person has done something bad or his ancestors have lost his virtue or his previous life, he will have a hanging needle pattern, and this hanging needle will be tattooed on his parents and his wife and children.

One of his former colleagues had this hanging needle pattern, and he was really a parent and a wife and children.

This gram is not necessarily death, and many of them bring a lot of trouble and misfortune to parents, wives and children.

The Taoist priest saw that Si Tuxing's face changed slightly, and knew that he was in pain, and then said:

"But then your hanging needle pattern has turned your feet, and the hanging needle pattern has turned your feet, turning from evil to good. ”

Although Situ Xing had no way to see his cheeks, he also knew that what the old Taoist priest said was reliable. Since his reincarnation, his parents died early, and his six relatives have no support, to a certain extent, he is in response to the hanging needle pattern of the upper parents, and the lower wife and children.

However, after he understood the Dharma and obtained the blessing of luck, his fate changed greatly, and the bottom of the hanging needle pattern also changed, from vertical to oblique.

In physiognomy, this is called the turning of the needle from the suspension, and it is a rare auspicious omen.

"The son was born with six relatives and no support, although he made up for it the day after tomorrow, the old Taoist son is full of luck, and he must be in high school this time. But with the talent of the son, the highest is no more than six grades. ”

Lao Dao's eyes were faint, as if he was covered with a layer of confusion, and said in a firm tone.

Situ Xing's hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but froze, and his eyes showed surprise for the first time. He once looked at his own luck with the method of looking at qi, and his luck was blue and white, but he was only a seven-grade county honor.

built the ancestral hall, established the foundation, and was rewarded by the officials, which made the luck turn from white to green.

Seven products become six products, which is also expected.

"Although Childe doesn't know what creation he has encountered, his life has changed, but after all, he is congenitally deficient. There is no big opportunity, and there are at most five official residences in this life. ”

The old Taoist priest looked at Si Tuxing's eyes with a hint of surprise, and said a little proudly.

"Five products!"

"Whether the son is unwilling, according to the talent of the childe, he should be dressed in red and purple, and he should be among the courtiers. ”

"Moreover, only the big people above the third grade will get the imperial court after a hundred years and become a god. Enjoy the longevity of the gods for thousands of years!"

Situ Xing's eyes were a little floating, he knew that this was the Taoist's strategy to attack the heart, but he also had to admit that this was Situ Xing's weakness.

The five products are noble!

But he is only a local minister, and he cannot be ranked in the court, let alone enter the core of power.

There is no way to help Situ realize the revenge in his heart.

Moreover, after death, it is a pile of wild grass, and it will not be posthumously sealed by the imperial court at all.

He took a sip of wine, felt the unique hotness of alcohol, and suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, and said slowly.

"The prefect is also a big member, if there is this kind of creation in the later life, it is already a godsend. What's there to be reluctant about?"

"The old man treats each other with sincerity, so why should the son deceive me. ”

Seeing that Situ Xingyan was insincere, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows slightly, and said with some annoyance.

Situ Xing didn't answer, just stared at the old Taoist priest with a smile in his eyes.

The old Taoist priest was stared at by Situ Xing's eyes, and he felt a little hairy in his heart for no reason, and he was also thrown to the back of his head calmly, and said with some urgency:

"The talent of the son is a gift from heaven, if there is a combination of luck, he will definitely be able to soar to the sky and leave a name in history!"

Although the others seemed to be talking, their eyes never left the old way.

Seeing that Lao Dao's evaluation of Situ was so high, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his face showed even more shock. Some people even looked at Situ with straight eyes, as if they wanted to imprint him firmly in their minds. What's more, his eyes lit up, he shouted Xiao Er, stuffed a piece of broken silver, and carefully interrogated Si's information about the sentence.

Situ Xing sat there, pushing the tea leaves with the tea lid, blowing gently, revealing a bright yellow tea soup, a trace of fragrance floating, indescribably elegant. But his eyes were obviously in a daze, and his mind was obviously not on the tea soup at all.