Qingming frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He wanted to leave but was stopped by a person, "This little brother's face is very bad." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man holding a white banner with the words "God Reckoning" written on it, and the black ink always looked very glaring on the white banner.

Black and white letters, red mouth and white teeth,

This word is very well written, the iron painting silver hook, vigorous and powerful, the two words on it are also very concise and to the point, God calculates, naturally a very divine fortune teller, this flag is very white, white a little scary, just like those white cloths hanging on the mourning hall, gloomy, terrible.

And what the person in front of him said was even more bad, what does it mean to have a bad face? Isn't it going to be the next thing to say: "I see that your Yin Tang is black, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster?" Qingming secretly speculated in his heart.

When this god stick, who looked like a god stick, really said this sentence with a sincere face, Qing Ming still couldn't help but laugh out loud with a very unkind poof.

"Why are you laughing?" The human-like god asked puzzledly, "You don't believe me?" He felt that his profession had been discriminated against, and his fragile mind could not bear the blow, so the expression on his face was angry, annoyed and regretful.

"Fortune telling, I'm a professional." He said.

Qingming felt that if he didn't speak, he actually had the temperament of a fairy, but this slightly clumsy or honest words with obvious dialects made that fairy aura dissipate suddenly.

Qingming felt wow, I wanted to laugh, as a young man who was not so reserved, Qingming laughed out loud very unkindly.

Zhang Daoren, perennial on the flyover, fortune telling, feng shui, unlike other fortune tellers, he does not know words and looks and is not good at fooling.

There are not a lot of so-called "divine calculations" in Tianqiao fortune telling, you must know that to become a qualified fortune teller, you must first have a mouth that can speak, so that you can talk to others, and secondly, you can observe the words and emotions of the force, and be able to get the information you want to know from the chat, to ensure that what you say is good or not too wrong.

But it was obvious that Zhang Daoren didn't have these two things, and Qingming was a little puzzled and said, "Hey, you don't have a good face, huh?" You don't believe me? And what:" Fortune teller I am professional. This kind of person who said this kind of thing, and because others didn't believe him, he looked aggrieved and was flushed with anger, and it was obvious that he should have been eliminated by the fierce competition in the market a long time ago.

But another obvious reality is that he has not been eliminated.

"Huh? Strange, your face is your father and mother, and you are destined to be lonely and exiled for half a lifetime, but you will always meet nobles, but you are an out-and-out good life, this shouldn't be......" Zhang Daoren seemed to be talking to himself, and there were words in his mouth.

It's just that whether what he said is right or not, it's not right for Qingming, because Qingming has amnesia, he doesn't remember whether he is Ke's father and mother, but he knows that this Ke's father and mother is not a good word, so Qingming is very angry.

"What kind of ghost Taoist priest, it's not accurate at all, you can only defeat your father and mother!" Qingming was about to leave, so he didn't want to talk to such a nervous fortune teller.

When he came to this flyover, he was not less squeezed out by his peers and scolded by the citizens because he was stupid, because he always spoke too straight, just like Hua Tuo said when he saw Cao Cao, you are sick, I have medicine, you let me show you, and then Cao Cao cut it.

History and reality tell us the importance of eloquence, even if Cao Cao is indeed sick, even if Hua Tuo really has medicine, but you can't just point at someone else's nose and say that you are sick.

Zhang Daoren suffered a loss of eloquence at the beginning, because he spoke bluntly and provoked others not to be very willing to let him tell fortunes, but later he was indeed accurate and slowly had some customers, and after studying hard for so many years, eloquence finally made some progress, but it is obvious that there is still room for improvement, and the previous progress is not enough.

"No, I'm going to get an explanation for my expertise, I can't be wrong." Zhang Daoren pulled Qingming and didn't let him go, where is there still the appearance of the fairy wind Dao bone at this time, he is completely a scoundrel.

"I don't take money, you just let me do the math." He pleaded.

"Have you ever heard a word?" Qingming said: "The more you calculate, the thinner it gets. ”

Zhang Daoren was stunned, "I've heard it." But then he shook his head, "No, it's okay to count once, and I will change my life, please, please, let me count it for you once." ”

Qingming felt like he was being entangled by a giant baby who was constantly spoiled by asking him for candy.

After all, he couldn't grind this male goblin, and Qingming had no choice but to bow to the evil forces.

"Okay." Qingming's face was loveless, "Then forget it once, I won't pay." ”

"No money, no money." Zhang Daoren grinned happily, his smile as bright as a sunflower.