Golden Wind City is a small city.

Most of the people who live here are ordinary people who don't know how to cultivate.

On the streets, there are some immortal cultivators and demon cultivators coming and going.

Immortal cultivation and demon cultivation have always been incompatible.

What Ling Yunxuan and Liu Qingchen were puzzled by was that the two types of cultivators who were incompatible passed each other, but no one wantonly stirred up trouble.

Walking along the street, the two saw many shops and roadside stalls.

Shops and stalls sell goods that are needed for ordinary people's home life.

Sun Nianchen's house is located in the east of Jinfeng City.

The east of the city is prosperous, but the west of the city is a place where the three religions and nine streams gather.

From the east of the city to the west of the city, you need to cross a small bridge.

The two of them got on the bridge and were walking forward, when someone next to them greeted: "Two immortal cultivators, do you want to count a hexagram?" ”

Following the sound, I saw a white-bearded old man sitting on the side of the road.

The old man was dressed in tattered robes.

There are still patches in many parts of the robe.

Liu Qingchen glanced at it and continued to move forward.

Ling Yunxuan dragged him down: "Do you want to count a hexagram?" ”

"Charlatan, do you believe his nonsense?" Liu Qingchen asked.

"Regardless of the nonsense, listen to it." Ling Yunxuan said with a smile: "Look at what he is wearing, it is tattered like that, give a few copper plates, and only do good deeds and accumulate virtue." ”

Liu Qingchen nodded.

Squatting in front of the old man, Ling Yunxuan asked, "Uncle, can you really calculate it?" ”

"It depends on what you two want." The old man stroked his beard and asked in a deep voice: "Is it about the future or about marriage?" Is it to ask for good fortune or to avoid evil? ”

"Ask about marriage." Ling Yunxuan thought for a while and pointed at Liu Qingchen: "You take a look first, whether he is a man or a woman." ”

The old man was stunned by his question.

Liu Qingchen was dressed as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, handsome and elegant, and he could see at a glance that he was a delicate descendant.

Ling Yunxuan didn't ask, no one doubted whether he was a man or a woman.

When he asked, the old man was not sure.

Liu Qingchen glared at Ling Yunxuan fiercely.

He squatted there and looked at the old man with a smile as if he was nothing.

Brushing his beard and looking at Liu Qingchen, the old man didn't know how to speak.

There are no men or women in the world.

Unless some people forcibly switch from male to female, or female to male.

Those should not be in the scope of Ling Yunxuan's question.

has the heart to guess the man, Liu Qingchen's extreme beauty, which can be described as a country and a city, not at all.

If you guess the woman, his eyebrows reveal a man's unique heroism, and he is graceful and feminine without too many edges.

"What? Can't guess? Ling Yunxuan smiled and said to the old man: "He is my wife, do you say it is a man or a woman?" ”

The old man suddenly said: "It turned out to be a girl!" ”

Liu Qingchen said angrily: "Ling Yunxuan, are you looking for death?" ”

The old man was startled, and Liu Qingchen picked up Ling Yunxuan and left.

Dragged by him, Ling Yunxuan took out a few copper coins and threw them to the old man: "Your hexagram." ”

Catching the copper coin, the old man said: "I thought that the descendant of the Demon Venerable was a son, but I didn't expect it to be a young lady." ”

Having already taken two steps, Ling Yunxuan and Liu Qingchen stopped again.

The two of them were stunned and returned to the old man.

Ling Yunxuan asked, "What did you say?" ”

The old man checked a few copper plates in his hand: "Since you have given money, I will give you a hexagram." ”

Liu Qingchen and Ling Yunxuan both looked at him vigilantly.

"There are thousands of demons in the Thousand Demon City, why don't you go to Linghua Mountain first." After reading this sentence, the old man picked up the hexagram flag, stroked his beard and laughed, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Ling Yunxuan wanted to chase.

The old man walked in front, seemingly unhurried, but he couldn't catch up.

Liu Qingchen caught up: "Don't chase it, the art of shrinking the ground, you can't catch up with you if you're tired." ”