Half a catty did not pick up the dead branches.

It was as if his hand could no longer hold even a dead branch, and that hand seemed to be unable to hold everything.

"You name it, and we might be able to help you." Fluttershy whispers again.

Half Pound slowly turns around and stares at Fluttershy, pointing at Fluttershy, his expression nearly collapsed.

Fluttershy doesn't understand and stares at lifeless.

Silent without life.

At this moment, Banjin suddenly turned around, cried bitterly and ran out, running to the field in the distance.

"Did he mean me, knock down his sword in the palm of his hand?" Fluttershy's eyes are even more sour.

Her angina was so great that it was impossible, and she didn't knock his sword down.

"Yes."

"I haven't done that." Fluttershy hangs her head.

"Yes, you haven't."

"He doesn't look like he's lying."

Silent without life.

"Do you know the secrets here?"

Wusheng nodded.

"Tell me, I'd love to hear it."

"You didn't do it, you're kind, you're definitely not that kind of person."

Fluttershy walks outside, staring at everything outside, her heart hurting as it hurts.

Wusheng Rourou hugged her, and a light smoke floated up.

/

/

Where you buy groceries, the crowds are always crowded, and this place is no exception, standing like a stone statue, staring at the fortune teller not far away.

The white yellow robe is shabby and quaint, the table is not big, there are not many things on it, and the black bamboo tube contains withered yellow and shiny bamboo sticks.

All he had was a book.

A book without words.

His expression was serene and steady, admiring the scroll.

Fluttershy stares at the fortune teller, "Do you know this man?" ”

"I don't know."

"I seem to know this man."

"Do you know this man?"

Fluttershy nods, and suddenly walks over to stare at the fortune teller.

The fortune teller stares at the scroll, as if he didn't see Fluttershy passing.

"Calculate what?"

Fluttershy keeps staring at the fortune teller, who doesn't have any flowers on his face, "You know how to tell fortunes?" ”

The fortune teller nodded.

"I asked someone."

"Who are you asking?"

"The leader of the Demon Cult's generation."

The fortune teller nodded, his face did not change at all, and his expression was very stable.

He held out his finger and pointed at the bamboo tube.

Pitch-black bamboo tubes, withered yellow bamboo sticks.

Fluttershy holds the bamboo tube and shakes it, revealing a bamboo stick.

The bamboo sticks did not fall on the table, but into the hands of the fortune teller.

The fortune teller put the book down, looked at the bamboo stick, and smiled, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

Fluttershy stares at the bamboo stick in his hand, wondering what it means.

The fortune teller smiles and hands Fluttershy the skewer.

Fluttershy stares at the bamboo stick, which says that the heavens must not be revealed.

What is this sign? Why is there such a bizarre lot?

Wusheng suddenly walked over and stared at the sticks in the bamboo tube.

While he stared at the bamboo stick with one eye, he stared at the fortune teller with the other.

The fortune teller blinked, exhaled, and looked at Wusheng, he looked at Wusheng as if he were looking at a scroll, and it was no different.

He looked at the pitch-black gun and nodded, then at the hand holding the gun and nodded again.

"You're a fortune teller?"

The fortune teller nodded.

"You know how to tell fortunes?"

The fortune teller nodded.

"This bamboo stick is used for fortune telling?"

The fortune teller nodded.

"There are a lot of signatures here, but none of them can tell fortunes?"

The fortune teller nodded.

Fluttershy doesn't understand, and she pulls out a bamboo skewer and looks at it, which is the same as the one she drew earlier, and it says that the heavens must not be revealed.

Why is that? Why did he write on the signature that the heavenly secret could not be revealed?

Could it be that leaking the secret of heaven will really make people lose their lives?

"Are you a heavenly machine?"

The fortune teller nodded.

There are not many gods in the rivers and lakes, and he is one of them.

"Are you a good fortune teller?"

The fortune teller nodded and smiled, "There hasn't been a single miscalculation in thirty years." ”

Wusheng nodded, staring at the hand, staring at the scroll, "Didn't miscalculate once?" ”

The fortune teller nodded, his smile unchanged.

"Because you haven't told someone's fortune in thirty years? Isn't it? ”

The fortune teller nodded and laughed, "The gun god is really the gun god, and it really makes sense at one point, and not everyone can figure it out." ”

Fluttershy is surprised.

How did Wusheng know about this? The fortune teller didn't tell him.

The fortune teller stares at Fluttershy and smiles even more cheerfully.

Wusheng didn't seem to see it, staring and poking at the book, "That book doesn't have a word?" ”

The fortune teller suddenly stopped smiling, as if surprised.

He placed the book in his hand on the table.

The soft wind blew, and the pages were undulating, and there was not a word on it.

Wordless Heavenly Book.

It's another wordless book.

Wusheng has seen the wordless Heavenly Book once, which is the Heavenly Divine Flower of Wanhualou.

The Heavenly Divine Flower is dead, and the Book of Heaven is gone.

Fluttershy stares at the book, and then at it, but there's nothing on it.

"This is the Book of Heaven?"

The fortune teller nodded, and his smile turned into a little pity and affection, "Yes." ”

"Is there no word in the Book of Heaven?"

The fortune teller nodded, then shook his head again.

Fluttershy doesn't understand.

"The Book of Heaven is wordless, if you meet someone who is destined, there will be words."

Fluttershy nods, but she still doesn't understand. "Can you see the words in it?"

The fortune teller nodded.

Fluttershy picks up the book, turns it over and looks at it, but doesn't see any words.

She blinked, stared at the fortune teller, and smiled, "But there isn't a single word on it." ”

The fortune teller nodded and smiled, "You don't have anything to do with it." ”

Fluttershy hands the book to the fortune teller, "It's not a good book. ”

The fortune teller nodded.

He took the book and stared at the snow-white scroll as if he was distressed. "Do you want to see the spear god?"

He actually handed the scroll to Wusheng.

Wusheng stared at the scroll, but did not receive it in his hand, "You want to show me?" ”

The fortune teller suddenly retracted the scroll.

He smiled, mysteriously, as if afraid.

"There are not many such books in the rivers and lakes, there is one in Wanhualou, and there is also one in the Demon Sect."

The fortune teller nodded.

"I've already read the one in Wanhualou, and the Heavenly Machine Holy Flower is dead."

The fortune teller nodded, "That's his fate, and he didn't find a way to escape." ”

"Is this providence?"

"Yes."

"What about your providence? Is your destiny about to come? ”

The fortune teller blinked, stared at the book of heaven, and then looked at Wusheng, "My fate has not yet arrived, and I will not die so soon." ”

"Because you don't just leak the secret of heaven?"

"Yes."

"So there is only one kind of lottery in the bamboo tube, let others draw it, and it is never a lottery that reveals the heavenly secret?"

"Yes."

"Other people have to give money if they tell fortunes, and they won't draw it twice, right?"

"Yes, sometimes I tell someone to come back and smoke another day."

Fluttershy smiled wryly, "You're deceiving people like this, and you're not in order." ”

The fortune teller actually smiled bitterly, "It's small to be unruly, it's better than leaking the heavenly secret and suffering a catastrophe." ”

"If you're doing business like this, will anyone else come?"

"Yes, and many, many more."

Fluttershy doesn't believe it, because it's a trick on someone else, so how can anyone come over. "Will anyone else believe it?"

The fortune teller nodded, "They have to believe it, because I'm a god operator." ”

"Do you have a way of convincing people?" Fluttershy's gaze has become suspicious.

"Absolutely."

"Tell me about it." Fluttershy doesn't believe in it.

This kind of deception is simply scoundrel and simply too lazy to believe.

"If someone doesn't believe me, you can ask yourself what you've eaten, who you have at home, how many children you have,......。

Fluttershy smiled, "Didn't you leak the secrets?" ”

"By no means, because it has already happened, and this is not a heavenly chance."

Fluttershy understands that what doesn't happen is a heavenly opportunity, and what happens is not a heavenly opportunity.

This man is really cunning, he is really good at guarding heaven, and he is really good at living.

Fluttershy smiled and took out a silver ingot from Wusheng's arms and gave it to the fortune teller, "I'll just ask what happened, it won't cost you your life, don't you think it's okay?" ”

The fortune teller nodded, touched the silver suddenly, but smiled, "You can ask, but some things that have happened can't be said yet." ”

And it was only when the money had been taken away that he said such things.

"Why?"

"This is a heavenly machine, and a heavenly machine cannot be leaked." The fortune teller smiled, "Look at the Heavenly Secret Sacred Flower in the Ten Thousand Flowers Building, it was because there were too many leaks of the Heavenly Machine, so it died very miserably." ”

The fortune teller looked at Wusheng and smiled, "Isn't it?" ”

He obviously also knew the story of Wusheng and the Heavenly Machine Holy Flower, and even more knew that the Heavenly Machine Holy Flower wanted to use Wusheng to suffer the Heavenly Tribulation for himself.

Silent without life.

The food in this line is obviously not very delicious, and if you eat too much, you will be unlucky, and you will be unlucky if you want to escape.

Fluttershy nods, smiling wryly.

The fortune teller held the book of heaven in her hand, smiled, and nodded.

Fluttershy looks at Wusheng and then at the painting, "I want to ask you, how is Yang Qing doing now?" ”

The fortune teller looked at Wusheng and stared at the book of heaven with a smile, he looked very seriously and carefully.

"She's doing well, her skin is a lot whiter, and you've drunk most of your wine."

Fluttershy stares at the fortune teller in surprise, unable to believe it's true, "What else?" ”

"And she's been lazy lately, and she likes to drink while basking in the sun, so she's gained a lot of weight."

"How fat?" Fluttershy's smile is even bigger.

"Fat enough that ordinary men will never be able to hold it."

Wusheng suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky.

The white clouds on the horizon are fluttering, changing softly, floating softly, floating away softly.

Fluttershy stares into lifeless eyes, which are empty and emotionless, but they feel like they have emotion.

Is he worried about Yang Qing?

People who have lived and died together are sometimes more memorable than loved ones.

Fluttershy's heart is broken.

He already felt that Wusheng was worried about Yang Qing, and he was worried all the time.