In the downtown area, various shops and roadside stalls are noisy, shouting, and there is an endless stream of runners.

"Pancakes! Freshly baked pancakes! ”

"Tofu tofu! Just grind the tofu! ”

"Fortune telling! The ancestral divine order, ten cents at a time, no money! ”

Zhao Huai's figure passed by, and he was walking slowly in the direction of the pawnshop, throwing copper coins up and down one by one in his hand.

Today's fortune is very good, it is all "blessing", but there has been no life to burst out, it is really contradictory.

Suddenly, Zhao Huai was stopped by an old man at a roadside stall.

The old man was dressed in a linen-brown robe, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together, and his head was already gray.

He kept muttering:

"Ancestral Divine Destiny! This son doesn't count his fate? It's not a pity! ”

Zhao Huai silently shook off the other party's hand and said expressionlessly:

"My life is fine, don't count, thank you."

After speaking, he was about to leave, but he was intercepted again, and the fortune teller looked like a teacher:

"Young man, I've seen too many people like you, young and frivolous, relying on a little strength, I don't know how thick the ground is, you don't know, how much disaster is waiting for you behind you."

"Huh."

Zhao Huai was directly amused by his serious appearance.

I have a golden copper coin with me, and I still need you to calculate it?

Don't be mistaken by you, the future is almost the same.

Zhao Huai immediately sneered: "Okay, it's not impossible for you to count, if you don't allow it, you have to give me a hundred taels of silver." ”

The fortune teller was stunned and said speechlessly: "Young man, you are robbing money." ”

"What, scared? Does it still count? ”

Zhao Huai smiled faintly.

The fortune teller regained his composure and said with a smile: "Okay, if it's not accurate at all, why don't I give you a hundred taels of silver." ”

Zhao Huai immediately decided that if there was a slight discrepancy in what the other party said, he would vigorously deny it, and he would cure these charlatans.

"Ancestral divine order, my reputation for judging wealth with an iron mouth is not blown."

The fortune teller said proudly.

"Does Childe read palmistry or measure words?"

"Palmistry."

Zhao Huai stretched out his hand.

The old fortune teller grabbed his hand, narrowed his eyes, and took a closer look.

After watching it for a long time, the fortune teller's brows couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai smiled playfully: "Can't you see it." ”

Who knows, the fortune teller old man shook his head and smiled: "No, the little old man is roughly clear." ”

"Really?"

Zhao Huaihu doubted.

"Nature is true."

The old fortune teller's tone was very confident.

"In my opinion, the son's hand corresponds to yin and yang, and he is full of joy, it should have been a few days after the wedding."

When Zhao Huai heard this, he was slightly stunned, then frowned, and asked:

"What else?"

The fortune teller said with a smile: "Look at the face of the son, I like to be a little up, this lady's appearance should be very beautiful, and the two love each other very much." ”

"You're stalking me?"

Zhao Huai said lightly.

These things can be known to anyone who knows him with a little attention.

"Little old man doesn't."

The fortune teller shook his head and continued: "Since Childe doesn't believe it, then I'll talk about Childe's fortune." ”

"I was still strange just now, Childe's fortune was originally a noble fate, it stands to reason that it had fallen and broken three years ago, and it had completely declined, and now his luck has actually revived, and there is a little hope, which is quite strange."

"But what is certain is that in the next few years, Childe will soar to the sky."

The tone of the old fortune teller seemed to be emotional, and it seemed to be embarrassing.

If the information just now can be said to be artificial, then hearing these things now, Zhao Huai sounds a little weird.

Because his path is exactly the same as what this old man said, since the death of Dayan, his luck has naturally fallen, and it was not until the birth of [Fortune Leader] that his fortune was slightly better.

Zhao Huaixin believed it a little, but he didn't dare to believe it all, so he said with a flat face:

"I'll draw a lot."

"Please."

The fortune teller smiled and took out a box of wooden sticks, handed them over, and explained:

"Childe, if you want to ask something and know something, you just need to silently read the question in your heart, and then throw the wooden stick, and you can get instructions from heaven."

Instructions from above?

If there is really a divine directive, then send him back to the original world.

Although Zhao Huai thought so in his heart, if he really had such an opportunity, he would not choose like that, and he was more comfortable now than before.

I finally prayed once today, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but when I came to this world, I had to doubt my faith, and my goal was why I might as well ask, how can I attain immortal paths.

After thinking about it, Zhao Huai threw the stick.

"Click."

A wooden skewer fell to the ground softly.

Zhao Huai stepped forward to take the sign, looked at the words and muttered:

"I also give my heart what I want, although I still have no regrets about it."

The old fortune teller glanced at the words on it and said with a smile:

"This is the words of the ancient sage Qu Zi, telling us that as long as it is something that is pursued in our hearts, even if it is death, don't regret it, and insist on doing it, and we can always achieve it."

"Immortal Dao has no regrets..."

Zhao Huai seemed to understand a little.

The fortune teller put away the wooden sticks and taught earnestly: "The destiny of heaven can be changed due to personnel, God is just a warning to us, I Ching, I Ching, Yi is change, if you can do your best, bad signs will not be bad." ”

"Childe, look, am I accurate?"

Zhao Huai pondered for a long time, smiled slightly, and did not answer.

Instead, he took ten cents from his waist and threw it to the old man.

"Thank you."

After that, he turned and left.

The fortune teller held ten copper coins, looked at the back of Zhao Huai leaving, and smiled playfully.

"Fisherman, has he cultivated anything?"

At this time, the female vendor selling rock sugar gourds at the roadside stall on the side slowly approached the old man and asked in a low voice.

"Not really."

The fortune teller shook his head: "I touched his bones and felt his dantian, and he is indeed an ordinary person." ”

The saleswoman nodded, and then asked, "Then your divination of him is all true?" ”

"Half-truths."

"Which part is true and which part is false?"

The fortune teller smiled lightly: "Qinghan's girl is naturally a prophet, as for the back, the heavenly secret must not be revealed." ”

The saleswoman sighed: "I was adopted and raised by Her Royal Highness the princess since I was a child, and I followed Her Highness all the way to the north, conquering cities and conquering cities, and she was invincible, she is the idol in my heart." ”

"But now, where have I seen her like this, where is the general who is heroic, unparalleled, and silver-armored halberd?"

"Now that King Qin's people have occupied half of the government and the opposition, what should we do."

The fortune teller said calmly: "Perhaps, this is the real her, the old man has been with the princess for many years, and has been giving advice for several years, so he has long expected this day."

"The life of ordinary people is not impossible, not to mention, the husband she married may not be ordinary in the future."

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