Wang Sheng didn't understand even more, none of the four of them would be his apprentices, could it be that this old man had a problem with his brain, why did he speak so indistinctly. Although he was puzzled in his heart, Wang Sheng still said respectfully: "Uncle, you misunderstood, none of us want to be your old apprentices, we thought you knew who we were." ”

The old man also had a surprised expression on his face at this time, but this expression disappeared in an instant. I saw the old man twisting his fingers, not knowing what he was saying, and after a minute or so, the old man laughed: "That's right, it should be you, one of you will become my apprentice." Hahaha......"

Wang Sheng was sure that this old man was sick, and the illness was not light: "Uncle, excuse me, let's go first." ”

Wang Sheng turned around to leave, but none of the three of them moved, they all looked at Wang Sheng with a wicked smile, Wang Sheng didn't understand, could it be that this old man drugged them?

"Let's go?"

Leng Ai said respectfully to the old man: "Uncle, I see that you are surrounded by purple qi, you are a cultivator." ”

The old man looked at Leng Ai with a shocked expression, and after five or six seconds, the old man smiled heartily: "The girl has good eyesight, I have been cultivating since I was a child, and I have not opened the eye of heaven so far, and the girl is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she has such a Taoism, which really makes the old man admire." As he spoke, the old man clasped his fists with his hands at Leng Ai.

"Uncle, you have won the award, and the younger generation has to learn from you. ”

Wang Sheng looked at the old man carefully, but he didn't see any purple qi on the old man's body, could it be that Leng Ai was wrong?

"Why didn't I see it?"

Cheng Hao looked at Wang Sheng with disdain: "What have you forgotten Leng Ai is studying?"

Wang Sheng suddenly realized that Leng Ai was a white wizard, and wizards also belonged to cultivators, so it was naturally not strange to see the purple qi. If this is the case, Leng Ai's life will not be easy, he can see things that others can't see every day, and he won't scare this little girl to death.

The old man laughed and said, "It seems that my apprentice is still a beautiful girl, haha......"

Leng Ai smiled and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I don't want to be your apprentice." ”

The old man showed a surprised expression on his face for the third time, and said with some displeasure: "If you are my apprentice, it can only be one of the three of you." ”

"Uncle, I've disappointed you, none of the three of them can be your apprentices. ”

The old man suddenly roared angrily: "Who said that, one of the three of them must be my apprentice." ”

The bald head also shouted loudly: "Old man, who are you scaring for? Why do you want to do anything with us?"

Leng Ai glared for a moment: "Uncle, don't be angry, we really can't be your apprentice." ”

"Why?"

Leng Ai replied with a smile: "I am their leader, I said they can't do it, they can't do it." ”

The old man slapped the table angrily: "Impossible! I, Zhao Xianxian, have counted all my life, and I have never missed it, what are you little girl messing around here." ”

Leng Ai asked calmly, "Then what did you calculate?"

It turned out that the old man had calculated more than once that three days before his 60th birthday, he was going to set up a stall on a certain street in Mukden, and someone would come to smash his stall, and there would inevitably be four young people begging each other, including a female baby, they were wearing the same clothes, and when these four people arrived, that is, when the old man accepted his apprentice, the old man could only accept one apprentice in his life, and this apprentice would be even more powerful than the old man in the future.

Although Wang Sheng already believes in ghosts and gods, he still doesn't believe in such a thing as fortune-telling. Wang Sheng said very apologetically: "Uncle, you seem to have really miscalculated this time, none of us can be your apprentices, you better find someone else." ”

The old man still firmly believed that he would not be wrong, no matter what Wang Sheng said to them, he was sure that one of them would worship him as a teacher.

Wang Sheng really felt helpless: "Uncle, you are really wrong, you are Zhuge Liang and sometimes miscalculated, or you count which year I was born." ”

In order to prove his skills, the old man said very confidently: "Stretch out your hand and let me see." ”

Wang Sheng didn't think about it, and stretched out his left hand in front of the old man. The old man looked at the palms of his bald head, and the more he looked at it, the tighter his brows wrinkled, and Wang Sheng smiled contemptuously: "I can't figure it out." ”

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Sheng carefully, and after a while, the old man looked at the others again. "How can you be born forty-nine years later. ”

Wang Sheng smiled: "What forty-nine years later, what year is this year?"

"Today's year is the 29th year of the Republic of China, the 15th year of Showa, and 1940 AD. ”

Wang Sheng didn't understand the first two dates, but he could understand the words 1940, Wang Sheng was suddenly speechless, and looked at the old man with a stunned face, if it was really 1940 now, then forty-nine years later, it would indeed be his birth year.

The old man was surprised and said, "Show me all your hands." ”

The old man also calculated that Leng Ai was born fifty years later. He also wanted to calculate Cheng Hao and the bald head again, but the two of them agreed to anything, no matter what the old man asked, the two of them just didn't count.

Leng Ai said: "Uncle, your divination skills are really admired by the juniors, and now you believe that there is no apprentice among us." ”

Although he calculated the year of their birth, the old man still didn't believe that he could make a mistake, and still said that he would take in an apprentice today. Wang Sheng has seen persistent, but it is the first time he has seen such a persistent old man.

Seeing that the old man was so persistent, Leng Ai changed the topic and asked, "Uncle, can you figure out who we are?"

The old man shook his head: "No, you are not in the Six Realms, you are not in the Five Elements, you have no roots and no roots, the old man really can't calculate." ”

Leng Ai took out the photo of the mission from her coat pocket, handed it to the old man and said, "Uncle, can you help me calculate where this person is?"

The old man took the photo and glanced at it and said, "His birthday is eight characters." ”

Leng Ai shook her head, indicating that she didn't know. The old man said again, "What about his tokens, have you ever touched them?"

Leng Ai still shook her head helplessly, and the old man threw the photo on the table: "Then what do you want me to do, tease me." ”

As soon as the old man's words fell, there was a crackling gunfire in the distance, and Leng Yao hurriedly closed his eyes to check: "About a kilometer away, the Japanese soldiers are chasing a few Chinese, do you want to save them?"

Wang Sheng swooped up from the stool: "What are you waiting for? Of course you have to save ......."

Before Wang Sheng's words were finished, the bald head had disappeared, and Cheng Hao also rushed out of the gate at this time, leaving only an echo: "Leng Ai, you are waiting for us here." ”

Wang Sheng never expected that these two people were so angry that they completely ignored his existence and didn't wait for him, so he could only chase him out in stride.

Leng Ai looked back at the old man, only to see that the old man's mouth was wide open, and the yellow teeth inside could be seen clearly. "Uncle, uncle. ”

The old man came back to his senses and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "Girl, how did that bald head get out just now, why didn't I even look at a shadow?"

Wang Sheng's voice sounded in his ears, and she was using the walkie-talkie to give directions. The reason why Leng Ai didn't give the bald head a guide was because, although she had seen enough to see where the bald head was, the bald head's speed was too fast, and before she finished speaking, the bald head had already run out of more than ten streets.

When Wang Sheng arrived, the bald head rode on the body of a Japanese soldier, this Japanese soldier no longer looked like a person, and every part of his body was a wound left by a saber, Wang Sheng and Cheng Hao pulled the bald head up, the bald head was still very angry, and kicked a pile of rotten meat on the ground.

Wang Sheng saw a young woman holding a baby in her arms, Wang Sheng carefully picked up the swaddling clothes, and said softly: "Let's go, go back." ”

The bald head looked up to the sky and shouted, Wang Sheng wanted to stop it, Cheng Hao patted Wang Sheng's shoulder: "Let him scream, he won't feel good if he doesn't vent." “

After the bald head yelled a few times, he followed behind Wang Sheng weakly. Cheng Hao was worried that he would cause more trouble, so he checked all these corpses and proved that all of them were dead, and chased after Wang Sheng's figure.

At the old man's house, the cold child giggled, and Wang Sheng asked, "What is this child's name?"

The bald head replied with some frustration: "He should be surnamed Zhao, I don't know what his name is." ”。

Wang Sheng stood up and bowed deeply to the old man: "Uncle, we have something important to do, can you take this child in?"