Mr. Demolition took out an old cloth bag from the side, untied the rope, and asked Cui Yi to write the words; Cui Yi stretched out his hand, picked up a note, opened it gently, looked at the text on it, and lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"What's that?" The gentleman asked hurriedly.

Cui Yi said slowly: "This is the word 'disaster'...... Please think about my future. Mr. Wang's truth, don't hide it, and don't listen to lies. ”

Mr. Split replied deeply: "Brother Tai treats me with sincerity, and I will not disappoint you." However, although the original meaning of this word is not good, but when you take it apart, it is a good omen for you. ”

He pointed with his hand: "Look, the word is evil, and it is evil." On the other side, the central is the combination of "people" and "mouth", and the words extend to both sides, like a black gauze hat, which means to be an official because of words, and is placed among people, and is used in the court, and is extremely rich and noble. ”

Cui Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, and secretly thought to himself: "This gentleman has some real skills!" The so-called being an official because of his words, isn't it exactly what I persuaded Ye Gong to marry his sister, so that he could talk about it? It seems that it will be prosperous in the future! As for saving the declining situation, it probably refers to the national fortune; The sunset falls on the mountain, my surname is Cui, and there is a mountain on it, isn't it in line with the omen of the country? Therefore the more ecstasy.

"But there is still a little murder hidden in it," the gentleman looked at the words a few more times, and couldn't help but sigh twice, "People have an extra stroke on the black gauze hat, and they add a snake to the snake, which is too proud, and it is not a good thing." We must be cautious, otherwise we will be burdened by the future. ”

Cui Yi smiled: "Prudence and modesty, I have always had it in the future." What's more, I don't have a family name, so how can I talk about my career. Let's just play a game. ”

"What do you mean, the villain's word measurement is ridiculous." Mr. Demolitionist said with his head down.

"Ridiculous? Haha, you're going to be wrong," Cui Yi laughed easily, "Not only do I not think it's ridiculous, but I also think you're doing a good job!" It's a pity that no one knows about you, I'll help you invite a few guests over, are you willing? ”

When Mr. Demolition heard this, he got up from the stone bench and lifted his clothes to worship, but was seen by Cui Yi and held it with both hands; He burst into tears and grabbed Cui Yi's arm: "The benefactor helped me so much, it's hard to repay!" Dare to ask the benefactor's name! ”

Cui Yi quietly swept the afterglow around, and then replied: "The contemptible person's name is Zeng Yuan, and he lives in the capital. You don't have to call yourself a benefactor, I can't afford it. ”

Mr. Split the word wiped away his tears, removed the signboard, and pulled Cui Yi into his seat: "Brother Zeng, I'm just afraid that I am not capable enough to deal with so many people, but I will be laughed at." ”

"It doesn't matter. I am also quite skilled in divination, if you give me two notes, then put them in a cloth bag, let the guest touch them, he will be pleased, and give you an extra silver tael, it is also possible. ”

When Mr. Split Words thought of meeting such a god, his eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to tear up two pieces of paper and hand them to Cui Yi to write. I saw him blow a breath, pick up the pen, and write the words 'Cui' and 'B' for Mr. to see.

"This ...... What does that mean? The gentleman was puzzled.

"This is a proverb pushed by Yi Shu, which is a matter of heaven and must not be divulged." Cui Yi closed his eyes, shook his head, and said in a godly tone.

This gentleman had never learned to count, so he had to obey resignedly, and poured out the rest of the notes, except for these two words.

Cui Yi swaggered out of the alley and returned to the street on the grounds of looking for customers.

"Ten divination, ten divination! Who wants to tell fortunes? Cui Yi walked around in front of the palace, opened his throat and shouted, shouting more than a dozen times.

The old servant guarding the door was tired of hearing this, and waved it like a fly with a fan in his hand: "Go away!" You are a young offspring, you are a god stick at a young age, how can you be productive in the future! ”

Cui Yi pretended to be surprised, turned around and made a gesture: "Old man, I have offended a lot." It's not a god stick below, but it looks like the qi of the palace is declining, so it's lingering here. ”

"Nonsense!" The old servant was furious, "Believe it or not, I called the family and beat you up?" ”

"The old man should not be angry," Cui Yi bent over and apologized to him, "Yes or no, just ask me a few words." My life and death are probably not as important as the fate of the prince. ”

"I'm too lazy to waste my tongue, so I just ask you: You are a half-immortal, and you should be able to speculate on everything. May I ask if King Yi has sent a letter from Jingshi? ”

Cui Yi pinched a few fingers and counted lightly: "The letter has come." ”

"What do you say? What happened? ”

"King Yi when the period of distress, this year has no gain, offering the prey of last year's Ruishi, Rui and Er clash with each other, will fight for the throne, want to see the Son of Heaven in this court, is to bring the image of contention to the court. Fortunately, the emperor's qi can temporarily suppress the evil, and there will be nothing for a while, and there will be a catastrophe in the future. ”

Although the old servant did not know much about divination, he listened to all the things he pushed and fulfilled them one by one, and immediately lost his color, and asked in a trembling voice for a moment: "How can the prince avoid this disaster?" ”

Cui Yi smiled from the bottom of his heart: "You come with me." ”

The old servant followed him at every step, and in a daze, he went into the alley before him, and saw the gentleman still standing by the signboard, saluting from afar.

"Old man, this is my brother, and he is here with me to tell fortunes. It's only because I'm outspoken and swordsmanlike that I don't like it that everyone dislikes, so I'm so cold. Cui Yi pulled the old servant and let him sit on the stone bench honestly. The old servant nodded there, and somehow a cloth bag suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Demolition ...... Take apart? The old servant couldn't help but be nervous at the thought that this would be related to the safety of the entire palace, and his heart jumped suddenly.

"That's right." Cui Yi nodded.

So the old servant grabbed hard, grabbed out the word Cui Yi, and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Good! This hexagram is a sign of disaster! Cui Yi laughed like crazy, slapped the old servant's shoulder, and almost made the old man fall down, "You just need to take these two words and go back, ask the people who have read in the house, and you will naturally know!" ”

"How much money?"

"You don't have to come out yet, when you realize the beauty of these two words, you will thank you again!"

Mr. Word Splitting listened strangely, and then looked at Cui Yi's expression: I saw that he nodded to himself, full of smug gestures. He seemed to see a clue from it, but he didn't know what it was. On that day, the three of them went their separate ways, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes and a pair of ears behind the wall.

It turned out that the two ears and eyes had been chasing here, and the strong man was responsible for tracking Cui Yi. He had arrived here in high spirits, but found nothing, so he had to return in disgrace, bring back the information of this person, and discuss it with his colleagues.