"This son, your Yin Hall is black, there will be a bloody disaster in the near future, let the half-fairy give you the calculation?"

"Go, go......"

"Childe, childe, you were born with a pair of peach blossom bones, and you are destined to commit peach blossoms in this life, and there is more than one ......"

"Ten cents, I only need ten cents......"

Meng Yan was bored in his heart, and he didn't want to talk to this fortune teller at all, but this guy seemed to be sticking to him, and he didn't leave, but chased after him.

"Fortune teller, do you really want to tell my fortune?" Meng Yan's heart moved, yes, whether it was accurate or not, it was also fun.

"Son, listen up, my Wu Banxian'er fortune-telling is a famous three quasi!" The fortune teller who claimed to be Wu Banxian'er saw Meng Yan's change of heart, and said proudly.

"Oh, what about the three quasi-guns?"

"Fame, marriage, heirs, you find me Wu Banxian to calculate, I guarantee that I will say it accurately!" Wu Banxian said.

Meng Yan laughed in his heart, ordinary people ask immortals to ask for divination, aren't they the three things they ask?

In fact, most of this fortune-telling relies on observing words and feelings, and seeing who says something, but this guy's tone is quite big, so he is not afraid to say big things and flash his tongue?

"Then this boy will be counted today?"

"Count, must count!"

"Wu Banxian'er, the iron mouth is cut off and life and death!" Meng Yan looked at the "Soul Flag", it shouldn't be a signboard, "Mr. Wu's tone is not small!" ”

"General, general, Childe smiled, please sit down and talk!" Wu Banxian smiled, it seems that this face has long been exercised not much thinner than the walls of Beijing City.

Meng Yan moved the stool slightly, and the golden knife sat down.

"Are you looking at palmistry or facelift?"

"Look at them all. See ...... all."

"Do you want me to give you your birthday?"

"This should be said as usual, Childe, please speak!"

"This son is the sixth person born on the sixth day of the first month of the third year of Xuande......"

"In the third year of Xuande, that is the sixth day of the first month of the Wushen year, and the hour is ......" Wu Banxian'er closed her eyes and muttered to herself, and kept pinching her fingers, as if it was really like that.

"Isn't Childe supposed to be dead a long time ago?" Wu Banxian'er suddenly opened her eyes, and the light flashed.

"What?" Meng Yan was taken aback, if it was someone else, this New Year's Eve cursed people to death. I guess it's long overdue. What's more, people live well, right in front of your eyes.

"Wrong, wrong, Childe, you are obviously alive and well. Odd. Strange ......: "Wu Banxian'er seems to have encountered an unsolved problem. looked at Meng Yan in a daze, how strange and strange his expression was!

"Mr. Wu is really speechless!"

"Childe, can you let me take a look at palmistry?" Wu Banxian'er pinched her fingers and counted again. I found out that I was still not wrong.

"The hand?"

"Left hand!" Wu Banxian said.

Meng Yan hesitated for a moment, stretched out his left hand, spread his fingers, and put it in front of Wu Banxian'er's eyes.

Wu Banxian'er raised Meng Yan's left hand slightly, stared at the palm carefully and knocked it again, and carefully observed Meng Yan's face, suddenly as if he was frightened by something, his face was like earth for a moment, and he knelt down: "The grass people knock on the emperor, long live, long live, long live!" ”

"Nonsense, I think you're a half-fairy who cheats people out of money!" Meng Yan was startled, stretched out his hand, and twisted Wu Banxian'er up, fortunately there was no one around, otherwise this would be a big trouble.

"Imperial ......"

"The emperor is your head, the current saint is born on the eleventh day of November in the year of Ding Wei, and he is nearly two months behind this son, you are still half an immortal, and you don't even know this?" Meng Yan scolded.

"But Wu Mou, looking at the prince, you should be the prince in your fate?" Wu Banxian'er was also frightened, this kind of strange thing had never been encountered since he left the school.

"The Prince's Honor, I'm just a flat people, do you want to kill this son?" Meng Yan said angrily.

In fact, he is also suspicious of his life experience, although what Guo Nu said about the three of them is well-founded, and there are noses and eyes, but there is no record of this kind in this history, and it may not be possible to record it in the official history, but there is no legend in the wild history.

Of course, maybe his history is only half-baked, and it is possible that there are such wild historical legends that he has not seen and may not know.

But the fact that this damn fortune teller actually recognized him as the emperor was a kind of horror to him.

As soon as he learned about the so-called life experience, someone knelt down and said that he had the life to be the prince, which was too fucking weird.

"Say, what's going on?" Meng Yan asked.

"Wu calculated that Gongzi, your biological parents are the current saints, phew, they are the late Emperor Xuanzong, and your mother is also the queen's honor, so Gongzi, aren't you the prince's order?" Wu Banxian'er said, "But the strange thing is that Gongzi, you obviously had a catastrophe when you were young, and even if you dodged it, you should have died a long time ago, but you were obviously standing in front of Wu, which made Wu's mind messy all of a sudden!" ”

You are messy, why isn't Meng Yan messy himself?

If it was really as Wu Banxian'er said, it was really Meng Yan, he would have died in Mobei a long time ago, and no one knew about it at all.

Who would have thought that a soul from the afterlife would occupy the original Meng Yan's body and borrow the corpse to return the soul?

"What kind of nonsense is this, my son's father and mother are ordinary people, although they are all dead, you don't have to hurt them so much, if the secret agents of Dongchang hear it, our whole family will suffer!" Meng Yan stood up and pointed at Wu Banxian and scolded.

"Childe, the lifeline of your left hand has been blocked, but I don't know who helped you connect it, and the fate is so strong, Wu has never seen it, who has such the ability to change his life against the sky?" Wu Banxian'er also stood up.

"I don't know what to say, you're still half an immortal, it's not as good as those magic sticks, it's not accurate at all, and my son won't give you a penny, hum!" Meng Yan snorted coldly, shook his hand and was about to leave.

"Childe, wait a minute!" Meng Yan turned his head, and this Wu Banxian actually chased after him with his "Soul Flag".

"You god stick, what are you doing with this son?" Meng Yan was furious. He regretted a little that he had let this Wu Banxian tell his fortune, which was still in trouble.

"Childe, I have never seen a person with a strange face like you, and I want to study it, so I follow Childe."

"You god, you're crazy, what are you going to do with me, what are you studying?"

"No, Childe, you don't want others to know about your fortune, do you?" Wu Banxian smiled.

"You threaten me?" Meng Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent in an instant.

"Nope. No. How dare you threaten the son in the next, in fact, the heir of the Guiguzi lineage, fortune-telling is actually just a job that I rely on to make a living, and the ideal in the next is to assist a master. Build an immortal feat! Wu Banxian'er bowed deeply towards Meng Yan with an extremely solemn expression.

"The medicine can't be stopped!" Meng Yan sighed slightly.

"The lord has accepted me?" Wu Banxian looked up in shock.

If he believed such nonsense. Then he is similar to this Wu Banxian'er. Neurotic.

Meng Yan raised his feet and left, when he encountered this kind of person, he must not be entangled with him.

But Meng Yan still underestimated this Wu Banxian'er. After going around a few streets, I thought I had thrown him off, but as soon as I looked up, this guy was standing in front of him with a "spirit flag".

", are you a human or a ghost?" Meng Yan was shocked, his set of skills to get rid of tracking was tried and tested, but he didn't expect to let a magic stick be broken.

"Lord, we have a meeting!" Wu Banxian'er grinned, revealing two yellow teeth, indescribably flattering.

"How did you track me?" Meng Yan asked suspiciously.

"This is the main exit, you are going in this direction, as long as you leave this street, you can only go from here, and wait here at the bottom!" Wu Banxian said.

"Damn!" Meng Yan scolded, went around and around, and actually let a god stick play with him.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll turn around and go the other way?"

"Then you can only bet once, hehe, it's the right bet, isn't it." Wu Banxian'er laughed heartlessly.

"Wu Shenzhu, what do you want?" Meng Yan has lost his temper, he can't slaughter this guy on the street, even if he wants to slaughter him, he has to find a place where no one is around.

"I want to beg for a bowl of rice under the son's door." Wu Banxian bowed to the end.

"You want to do something with me?" Meng Yan was stunned, is there such a cruel person who is looking for a job these years, and he has to rely on himself.

"You put your hand out?"

"Reach out, left hand or right hand?" Wu Banxian was stunned.

"Left hand!"

Wu Banxian rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his left hand in front of Meng Yan, Meng Yan reached out to catch his pulse, closed his eyes and carefully diagnosed, opened his eyes and said, "The pulse is stable, are you not sick?" ”

"It's good down here, you can eat and drink, and you're not sick?" Wu Banxian'er was also confused by Meng Yan, "Childe is saying that he is sick below?" ”

"If you're not sick, what are you pestering me for, do I have that beautiful kiln sister?" Meng Yan choked.

"Childe, you misunderstood, I really want to get an errand under you." Wu Banxian said.

"You don't even know who I am, so you dare to say that you want to do something for me?"

"You have to say less than thirty taels of silver, at first glance you are a rich master, you look at me again, this body is only thirty-four eldest sons, when you meet such a big gold lord as you, you are not tightly hugged?"

"There are so many people on the street like me, why don't you hug someone else, instead of pestering me?"

"It's not like I haven't opened for a day, and I don't even have money for food, so I ......"

"You've been shouting on the street for a long time, and no one has patronized you?" Meng Yan felt strange, there were no people on the street who patronized him, this god stick was really bad.

"Don't mention it, after shouting for a long time, no one came to me to tell your fortune, it's not easy to wait for you to be a guest like Gongzi, and you still don't give money to tell your fortune?"

"Blame me for not paying, right?" Meng Yan understood, took out a piece of broken silver, put it in the palm of his hand and said, "Take it, this son has never been in the habit of spending money in vain and not giving money, this piece of broken silver is my fee for you, don't follow me anymore, okay?" ”

"That's not enough!"

"Not enough, how much do you want?"

"Childe, your noble life is expensive, if you count it once, it will cost you a hundred taels!"

"You lied to me, a fortune telling costs a hundred taels of silver?" Meng Yan was furious, this guy was lying to himself.

"No, it's a hundred taels of gold!" (To be continued......)