Zhang Yiyang walked aimlessly on the street, looking at the dazzling array of shops, all kinds of pedestrians, or happy, or serious, or low, or thinking, although these strangers were not related to him, but they reflected his emotions at this time.

That's right, when he arrived in the Wupin Continent, he was one step closer to his life experience, that cheap father, who had not appeared until now, looking at Hong Meiniang's deep thoughts, made his heart twitch.

However, what kind of emotions he had towards that old man named Yi Shaozhong, even he didn't know whether he should accept it, reject it, or choose to be silent? The chaotic thoughts made him feel a little irritable.

"Divination, face-to-face, looking for people, asking about illness, this son might as well listen to the old man's last sentence?"

On the corner of the street, the crowd gradually thinned, an old man dressed in a green robe, with gray hair, and a wrinkled face, but those eyes were extremely bright, looking at Zhang Yiyang at this time, as if staring at prey.

Zhang Yiyang smiled, looking at the realm of his old man, it was just a six-grade Xuanzun, but it gave people a kind of mystery like a fairy wind and bones.

"Tell me about it?"

The old man stretched out his hand and motioned for the other party to sit down first, and saw that it was settled, and said in a confident tone: "Childe's brows are tightly locked, his eyes are wandering, and he has something on his mind at a glance!

Looking at the confident eyes of the old man, Zhang Yiyang was stunned at first, but then relieved, for numerology and Zhou Yiyi, looking at his gods, breaking his heart, to put it bluntly, it is to guess people's psychology, but there are such fortune tellers on such an intermediate continent, which is really amazing.

However, whether it was the old man's guess or not, it did speak to his heart, and then a piece of spirit source crystal was thrown over, "Go on!"

The old man smiled, accepted it calmly, and then said, "Is the son looking for someone?"

Seeing Zhang Yiyang nodding, the old man took out paper and pen and handed it over, obviously to measure the words.

Take the ink pen, dip it in some dry ink, and make it easy to write in one go.

Looking at the pen body of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing, the old man naturally praised it first, and then said: "Childe's easy word, there is no sun and some outside, and it is two words when you take it apart, but Childe is a one-stroke, obviously the most familiar one with this word in his heart." Numerology, most of them are a view of words, if I am not wrong, the surname of the son is Yi, and the person I am looking for seems to be the person who is related to the child!"

Zhang Yiyang was stunned, it seemed that the old man really dared to guess, then nodded, and threw away a few Lingyuan crystals, and said: "You can always occupy a place on this street, there is obviously some ink in your stomach, fortune-telling this thing, it is too, say something practical, with your old man's experience, you should know how to find someone, tell me, what can be done?"

The old man smiled, naturally understanding that the other party was not a yellow-mouthed child, and hurriedly said, "Okay... Good... If Childe is looking for someone, he can go to any pavilion in the city with the portrait, and almost all the young talents of the major families can be found there!"

Mentally made a note, returned the courtesy, turned around and went back to the rented mansion.

Of course, it was to go to Hong Meiniang to ask for Yi Shaozhong's portrait, that cheap father, although Zhang Yiyang hated it, but no matter what, he wanted his mother's heart, so he could concentrate on cultivating.