Three months later, in the land north of the river, under the rule of the Qinghe Nie clan, in a small city.

There was an old man and a young man squatting on the corner of the street, his eyes lingering on the flowing clouds opposite.

"Ling Lao~~"

The young man withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man he called Linglao with burning attention.

Seeing the young man's burning eyes, the old man hurriedly tore off the money bag on his waist, stuffed it into his arms, clasped his hands on his knees, curled up in a ball, and looked at the young man pitifully.

“............”

Bang~

A young girl ran to the young man, took the young man's hand, slapped a few copper coins on his palm, blushed slightly, and ran back.

The young man looked up, and there was a good-looking woman in the window on the second floor, looking at him with a fan half-concealing her delicate face.

What do you mean? Do you treat me like a beggar? The young man's face sank, and he felt that he had been slapped on his hand again, and hurriedly looked at it, where was the shadow of money in his palm.

Turning his head again, the old man was stuffing something into a small bag.

"Elder Ling, we are not beggars!"

The young man scolded the old man angrily.

"Isn't Wuwen money?" The old man didn't care about the young man's anger and said with a smile: "The young master is a capable person, you will take a wife in the future, you can't take a village girl! ”

Teenager: "...... can I say I've taken it?"

"Hahaha...... "An unscrupulous profiteer has long laughed in the young man's mind.

The young man looked up at the sky, but he was speechless, he really regretted it!

Why didn't he think to take a little bit when he burned the bank? He was kicked in the head by a donkey, or was he caught in the door? He didn't get any benefit!

That's right! This young man is the protagonist of the puppets, Leng Yanqiu, and the old temple Zhu combination.

After all, Leng Yanqiu did the tragedy that destroyed people, and he definitely couldn't stay there, and Lao Miaozhu secretly protected him, and he definitely couldn't stay there.

After Leng Yanqiu found that he could get out of bed and walk around, he took Lao Miaozhu and ran away while it was dark.

By the way, he gave the old temple a name Sikong Ling, who let the old temple Zhu say that he didn't have a name, he made it clear that he didn't want to say it, and he couldn't call it the old man and the old man!

Along the way, I don't know if it's Yuyang's people, people are stupid and have a lot of money, and they don't care if they lose their money, in three months, Leng Yanqiu He, Sikong Ling's money picked up along the way is actually not as good as Yuyang's hour-long pick-up, plus, Leng Yanqiu spent money lavishly.

Finance was taken over by Sikong Ling, and it is known that young people know how to save.

And then......

Then they slept on the streets.

Mutter~

Touching his stomach, Sikong Ling saw this and handed over a half-eaten cold steamed bun.

Leng Yanqiu's face turned completely blue, this was the first few days he had eaten cold steamed buns? His current body is only eighteen years old!!

He's going to grow his body, he's going to eat meat!

Suddenly, he saw a long banner with a straight iron mouth on it.

Looking down, a white-robed scholar was setting up a stall, sitting cross-legged.

Saying that it is a stall is actually a square white cloth in front of you.

Are all your current peers so disrespectful? You have set up a fortune-telling stall, so you can put a compass or something, even if you don't put it, you can wear a Taoist robe!

Dressed as a scholar, with such a white cloth on the stall, it looks fake, how can someone come to the door?

Thinking so, Leng Yanqiu took the cold steamed bun handed by Sikong Ling, nibbled on it, and kept staring at the fortune teller.

What day is this steamed bun? Why is it so hard!!

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After a while, it was noon, the sun was shining, and the scholar wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeve, put away the white cloth on the ground, and prepared to leave with the pole on the flag.

Apparently hungry all morning, I couldn't hold on to find something to eat.

Seeing this, Leng Yanqiu greeted him, and Sikong Ling, who found a broken bowl and put it in front of him, prepared to follow.

"What are you doing with this broken bowl?"

Seeing that Sikong Ling didn't forget to bring this broken bowl when he was keeping up, Leng Yanqiu couldn't help asking.

"Ah, don't you change places and ......" Seeing Leng Yanqiu's eyes gradually narrowing, Sikong Ling swallowed the word "ask for food" back into his stomach and smiled wryly.

Leng Yanqiu snorted, and then chased the scholar who was about to disappear in the crowd.

"Alas~" Sikong Ling lamented: "Young master, don't you have to go, right? He's so miserable, maybe we have to take something......"

But Leng Yanqiu, who had already gone away, didn't hear this sentence at all, and Sikong Ling had no choice but to follow.

......

......

After a while, Leng Yanqiu in an uninhabited alley had already changed into white clothes, and walked out with a long banner hanging with an iron mouth in his hand. followed behind him, constantly stroking the money bag, and looked embarrassed.

"Remember what I told you! Whether the two of us can have a good meal today depends on you!" Leng Yanqiu turned around and instructed Sikong Ling behind him.

Sikong Ling nodded with a complicated expression, and when Leng Yanqiu saw this, he went to find someone to "borrow" the props.

After Leng Yanqiu left, Sikong Ling said with a painful face: "I just said that we must paste something, the money bag has shrunk directly now, and I am afraid that the young lady will not be able to settle in the future...... I still want to find a wife......"

While breaking thoughts, I walked to the agreed meeting place.

In the alley behind him, only a scholar in a shirt fell to the ground, and there was a small pile of copper coins next to his head......

......

......

On the street, a group of people continue to gather together and walk around, from time to time also pointing, in the crowd, a silver frost shawl, a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, the eyebrows are picturesque, the jade tree is in the wind, holding a long flag, the iron mouth of the book is straight off, a white dress without wind automatically, the fairy is slim and there is a sense of rejuvenation and rejuvenation.

That's just the word...... Crooked, three-year-olds are better than what is written above... It always feels like it's a liar......

There's no way, where can he find someone to write in a hurry......

Ignoring the crowd pointing at him, he came to an empty space, and the silver-haired boy took out a white square cloth and spread it on the ground, sitting cross-legged.

The crowd surrounded the boy and whispered incessantly, not only because of the long banner with a straight iron mouth, but also because of the white cloth on the ground that was covered with the stems of heaven and earth.

The boy didn't care about the whispers of the people around him, and he didn't shout what he would do, which was fundamentally different from the usual fortune tellers.

It seems that this is a real master.

"Immortal ......"

Someone couldn't hold back his curiosity, stepped forward and asked, and just as he spoke, he heard the young man say.

"I'm just a poor fortune teller, and I can't afford to be a fairy elder. ”

"So, what are you going to count on?" the man asked again.

"It depends on what the destined person is. ”

"Someone who is destined?"

The boy stopped talking, closed his eyes, as if waiting for someone he was destined to speak.

In fact, he has been leaking a slit, looking for prey in the crowd, as well as his "trust".

That's right! This is Leng Yanqiu, who has returned to his old profession, and he is now looking for Sikong Ling, who has been arranged by him to be a peerless master, so that he is a peerless master who is beyond the world.

And then...... For those of you who have experienced the information explosion and tea poisoning, you know what will happen next!

After half an hour, Leng Yanqiu was already sweating profusely, either hot or panicked.

There are more and more people around, but they haven't seen Sikong Ling's arrival for a long time, can you not panic?

Although he really knows fortune telling, he is not a creature of this world, so he can't sense the way of heaven at all, right?

If he can't sense the Heavenly Dao, he can't observe the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, how can he know what the Heavenly Dao of this world has made up for these people?

Even if he can sense it, he doesn't dare to count it!

He is a black household in this world, which smuggler have you ever seen dare to enter the police station blatantly?

If he dares to communicate with the heavenly way of this world, he will be humanely destroyed.

So

Sikong Ling, where the hell are you?