"Zi said: Thirty and stand, forty and not confused, fifty and know the destiny of heaven......"

In the school, there was the crisp sound of children reading.

A white-haired figure on crutches walked in front of the school, with a slender physique, a face like a crown of jade, and a cloth banner in his hand.

Pedestrians passing by next to them all showed disdain when they saw the words on the banners.

"Where did the charlatans come from, even the words are written incorrectly, and they dare to measure the words and calculate the hexagrams?"

The white-haired figure glanced at the passers-by, looked disapproving, and shouted: "There are gods three feet above the head, I am the best at measuring words and fortunes, seeking wealth for profit, and calculating the chest." ”

As soon as the words fell, the pedestrians around avoided them one after another, one by one, as if avoiding tigers and leopards, far away from the white-haired figure, for fear that this charlatan would entangle himself and ask for money.

"I'm a physiognomy master, not a beggar, what are you doing hiding so far away?" the white-haired figure sneered, stopped shouting, and walked straight to the tavern at the end of the road.

It was still early in the morning, and the tavern had just opened.

The runner at the door opened his mouth, yawned, and saw the white-haired figure walking into the store leisurely.

"Old man, what do you want to eat, we have all the beef and mutton in our store, bamboo leaves, and burnt knives......"

As he was talking, he walked around to the white-haired figure, and when he saw his appearance, he showed a look of astonishment, and even forgot his usual words!

In front of him was a white-haired old man, clearly a weak-crowned young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a little immaturity on his face, and the beard on the side of his mouth had not grown.

"Xiao Er, have one of the most expensive dishes, and besides, the well-known wide knife noodles in your store, give me a bowl first," the white-haired young man said in a loud voice, "After walking all night, my stomach is hungry!"

"Master, are you joking," Rantang muttered while wiping the table: "The wide knife noodles in this restaurant are a new dish that the chef just made two days ago, and it hasn't had time to be included in the menu, where does it come from?"

"If I don't become famous now, I will be famous in the future, otherwise why would I go all the way here?" the white-haired young man glared at the hall, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and let the cook do it, I'm very hungry." ”

The runner didn't dare to be verbose, and hurriedly walked into the backyard.

Soon, a bowl of hot noodle soup was served, and the fresh fragrance hit the tip of his nose, and the white-haired young man immediately picked up the chopsticks and swallowed it.

Outside the tavern, I don't know when an old man and a young man appeared.

The old man's hair was gray, his face was withered, but there was a divine light between his eyes, as if he was an immortal who had existed in the world for a long time.

"Ah Yue, the person who can kill you is in the store. The old man said in a deep voice.

The girl's face was pale, and her delicate face couldn't hide her thick dead air, "Grandfather, what I have is the strange poison of the ice snake, can anyone really solve it?"

"If others can't do it, he can," the old man's eyes flashed a little reluctantly, but after an instant he regained his composure, "If he can't save you, he won't appear in this tavern." ”

An old man and a young man walked into the tavern, and in the huge hall, only the white-haired young man was eating and drinking, not caring about his image at all.

"The old man once learned from ancient books that there is a clan in the world, calling itself the Mandate of Heaven Clan," the old man smiled and looked at the girl beside him, "Ah Yue, do you know what the Mandate of Heaven clan is?"

The girl shook her head, "I've heard of the Qiang tribe in the north and the Yi tribe in the south, and the Heavenly Mandate Clan?" ”

"What kind of Heavenly Mandate Clan, it should be called a short-lived clan. The white-haired young man snorted coldly and continued to devour the food, his palms stained with oil, and he didn't care.

"As the saying goes: thirty and stand, forty is not confused, fifty knows the destiny of heaven, and the family of destiny is born to know the destiny of heaven, and in the same way, they are born to be fifty years old. Speaking of this, the old man glanced at the white-haired young man meaningfully, "Ah Yue, the son in front of you seems to be the same age as you, but in fact, he is really sixty-five or six years old!"

"Ah, if they are born fifty years old, then they will only live a year or twenty?" exclaimed the maiden.

Seventy old people are rare in ancient times, how many people in the world can live to be seventy years old, and the Mandate of Heaven family has been cut off for fifty years, and how many years can they live?

"That's right, this clan has insight into the heavens and has the ability to change their lives against the sky, so the heavens will punish and cut off the fifty years of the Heavenly Mandate Clan," the old man said eloquently, as if he knew everything about the Mandate of Heaven clan, "Ah Yue, think about it, can even the people who are jealous of God save your life?"

"Nature is possible. The girl's eyes widened, and her round eyes stared at the white-haired young man with a look of anticipation.

"Don't look at me, I can't even save myself," the white-haired young man shook his hand and pointed to the cloth banner behind him, "It's not okay to help, it's okay to measure words." ”

"Okay, the old man will measure the words. ”

The old man strode forward, and his fingers swiped a few times on the table, carving a clear text.

This method, if the chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes see it, will definitely be surprised.

With just one finger, you can carve handwriting on a hardwood table without causing any noise, which even a master of finger cultivation may not be able to do.

"Good words," the white-haired young man raised his head and glanced twice, "The pen is like a dragon and a snake, as the so-called little hanging in the air into the dust, the old man's mother word, the writing is good, the writing is wonderful!"

"Hey, hey, hey, are you illiterate," the girl hurriedly stepped forward, pointed to the handwriting on the table and shouted, "This is clearly a poisonous word." ”

The white-haired young man seemed a little embarrassed and touched his nose, "When a woman is poisoned, it's like giving birth to a cub, it hurts a lot, but it's actually about the same, it's almost." ”

"You're going to give birth to cubs!" the girl was obviously a violent temper, and when she heard the young man's out-of-tune words, she almost rushed up and slapped him, but fortunately she was stopped by the old man.

"Ah Yue, don't rush into Mr.," the old man bowed to the white-haired young man, "The Mandate of Heaven clan was born with fifty years of life, and before the age of five, they were ignorant, and the years they really lived were only ten years in total, how could they go to study and write?"

"But no matter what words I write, Mr. knows what I am asking for!" the old man said in a deep voice, "Dare to ask Sir, is there a solution to this word?"

The white-haired young man looked up and stared at the girl twice, "The poison of the ice snake has entered the bone marrow, if you had come a few days earlier, there would be herbs on the north mountain that can heal you, but now ......"

Both the old man and the girl couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen carefully.

"Ahem, actually, I know a coffin shop that has a good pair of golden silk nanmu, and you can get a 20% discount when you mention my name. The white-haired young man shook his head, "It's in Wushan Town, three hundred miles away, the easternmost house on the street. ”

"Sir, please save my granddaughter's life. The old man's face suddenly became gloomy.

How is this young man in front of him completely different from what is recorded in ancient books?

Could it be that he spent thousands of taels of silver and worked hard to ask the divine doctor Lu Xiang for guidance, but in the end he ran into a charlatan?

No, the old man immediately shook his head.

is really a charlatan, how can he see at a glance that the girl has been poisoned by the ice snake?