When Wang Buyu saw that the fortune teller actually said that he was dying, he couldn't help but be furious and scolded: "Old thing, I deliberately paid you to tell your fortune, did you deliberately come to entertain me?"

The fortune teller saw that Wang Buyu scolded him, and he was not angry, but he just looked at Wang Buyu and was surprised, "The old man has seen the appearance of a person for decades, and he has never seen a person as strong as Your Excellency's death, as the saying goes, there is no life in ten deaths, but there is a glimmer of life between heaven and earth, and it will always give people a way to live, as long as there is a heart, it can always be cracked." But Your Excellency is a situation of ten thousand deaths and no life, and you can't find the slightest way to live, such a desperate life, you will never see it in the past!"

He praised again and again, "Today is really not in vain, to see Your Excellency such a face, it is really worth the trip!" He looked at Wang Buyu with great interest, "This uncle, do you dare to test a word? A desperate person like you is really a rare opportunity, since I have seen it today, I have to calculate it!" When he said this, he threw back the silver ingot that Wang Buyu handed him just now to Wang Buyu, "I can't accept Your Excellency's silver!

Wang Buyu sneered, and after taking the silver ingot, he said hesitantly: "Wang's life is so light that he is worthless, but it's funny!"

Although he smiled, there was a cold and ruthless look in his eyes, and he said, "Since you have seen all the faces, what's the harm in testing the words?"

The fortune teller exaggerated a lot and intimidated the owner in order to achieve the goal of collecting more money, and Wang Buyu did not believe the fortune teller's words at this time, "The so-called destruction of wealth and elimination of disasters, if you don't say about the disaster, how can you let me break the fortune?" This old guy can bluff people when he says it with one mouth!"

He walked up to the fortune teller and asked, "How do you write it?"

The fortune teller said: "I don't have any fortune telling booth here, just write a word on the ground!"

Wang Buyu said: "Okay!" backhand pulled the long sword behind his back into his hand, brushed and carved out a "wood" word on the bluestone paved ground, after writing, "brush" sounded, and his head did not turn back, that is, his eyes did not turn, and he had inserted the long sword into the scabbard behind his back.

He drew his sword to write this time, and returned the sword back to the sheath, which was really done in one go, extremely chic, and everyone in the audience applauded when they saw it.

Wang Buyu was indifferent to the applause of the crowd, just looked at the fortune teller and asked softly, "Dare to ask how to explain this wooden character?"

The fortune teller looked down and saw that on the bluestone floor, a big "wood" character was engraved squarely there, one stroke at a time, a few inches deep, and the momentum was extraordinary. Immediately praised: "Uncle is good at swordsmanship, even calligraphy is also quite skillful! It's a pity, it's a pity!"

He looked at pity on his face, and opened his mouth to sing: "One by one, it is a person, but it is tied on the cross, and the left and right feet do not touch the ground, it turns out that he is a hanged ghost!"

After the fortune teller finished chanting, he sighed: "The people who hanged themselves all committed suicide, it turns out that you are so dead, and you still asked for it!"

He looked at Wang Buyu and said with a smile: "I said how can there be no glimmer of life, but it turns out that the person himself is still in the party, if you don't look for death, then it will be peaceful, if you are bent on death, there is no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth." If you want to live, you better stay away from here!"

Wang Buyu snorted coldly and said, "It turns out that you, the fortune teller, are in the same group as the dog and the girl inside, and you want to use threatening words to disturb our heart of treasure, which is really punishable!" He took out his long sword and pointed at the fortune teller, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

The fortune teller sighed: "I'm just a poor fortune teller, uncle, you are a famous figure in the rivers and lakes, do you have the same knowledge as me? If the calculation is accurate, you give some reward, if not, everyone laughs, when you listen to a joke, why are you so angry?"

Wang Buyu sneered, "Who knows what your intentions are? With a shake of the long sword in his hand, he was about to stab at the fortune teller.

At this moment, his shoulders suddenly sank, and a warm voice came into his ears, "Why is my brother so angry?

Wang Buyu was taken aback, he was a martial arts master in the top twenty on the ground list, a few points stronger than the Demon Gate Tian Heng, and now he was bullied into the front, and he didn't know anything, this was the first time in his life.

Turning around sharply, he saw a white-robed young man standing beside him at some point, with a palm on his shoulder.

Seeing that Wang Buyu turned around, the white-robed young man smiled slightly, withdrew his right hand on Wang Buyu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, it's just a fortune teller, why are you so angry?"

Wang Buyu saw that this person was tall and thin, handsome, wearing a white robe covering his body, and a folding fan in his hand shook gently, indescribably chic and radiant.

Wang Buyu saw that he had an extraordinary temperament, although he didn't know who he was, he didn't dare to refute more, and tried to curl the corners of his mouth and make a smile, "For the sake of the son, then spare this old liar." As he spoke, the sword was thrown behind his back, and with a brush, it was already back in its sheath.

The young man in white smiled and said: "Brother Wang is very skilled!" This sentence seems to be praised, and it seems to be sarcastic, without waiting for Wang Buyu to reflect what this means, the young man in white has already walked in front of the fortune teller, and said with a smile: "This senior, can you test a word for me?"

The fortune teller looked at the young man in white, with a look of sincere fear on his face, but he said in his mouth: "Fortune tellers must give money first, and if you give money, you will approve it, and if you don't have money, it won't count." ”

The young man in white laughed, "The rules of fortune-telling are different from others, and fortune-telling has to give money first!" In the laughter, he took out a gold ingot from his arms and threw it to the fortune teller, "This is just tea money for seniors." ”

After the fortune teller reached out and took the gold ingot, his big mouth cracked, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head, and he smiled: "Childe is so generous, so generous! Please write a word first." ”

The young man in white smiled: "Okay!"

After a few strokes of the folding fan on the ground, he opened the folding fan again, and gently fanned a few times, a breeze blew, and a stream of stone chips on the ground flew up, disappearing in an instant, revealing a large character, and the young man in white said: "Please test the seniors." ”

Wang Buyu next to him saw that he was acting in the void, and his strength was through the folding fan, and without a sound, he actually carved a word on the bluestone ground, and his heart was even more suspicious, and he said in his heart: "Who is this person? Such a feminine internal force, when it is issued, there is no sound at all, if you want to kill someone, wouldn't it be a kill!"

Looking down, I saw a word carved by the young man in white, it was still a "wood" word, and he had just carved the same word, but although it was the same word, what people wrote was much better than their own.

The fortune teller looked at the big characters on the bluestone slab, and kept shaking his head, "Good words, good words!" He exclaimed: "Knowing people by words, Childe is profoundly knowledgeable, and his calligraphy and painting skills far surpass his peers.

He chanted in a long voice, "One by one, it is a person, and he strode straight to the South Heavenly Gate." Leaning on the Tongtian tree beside him, he climbed all the way to the clouds. It is also a "wood" character, but the verses annotated by Wang Buyu and the white-clothed boy are completely different

After reading the annotation, the fortune teller said to the white-clothed young man: "The young man is lucky, his life is excellent, and he will definitely be able to meet nobles in the next few days, and from now on he will rise from the ground and walk smoothly!" He looked at the face of the white-clothed young man again and said, "At this time, the great luck is in the body, it is the omen of Allah!"

When the man in white heard this, his face showed a look of concern, and he smiled: "Ha, it turns out that I am still a miscellaneous person?" He glanced at the fortune teller deeply, "Senior, Yin and Yang annotation, you can't joke with the junior boy!"

The fortune teller said, "No joke!"

The man in white sighed, "Okay." For a while, he lost his indifferent expression just now, and became uninterested and didn't want to speak.

After taking a few steps forward, when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the gate of the small courtyard where Yang Yi lived. He perked up, regained his confident expression just now, smiled, and stepped into the small courtyard.

In the yard.

Yang Yi is bulldozing the ground.

Just now, when Tian Heng used the true body of the god of war to fight him, he stepped on the ground in the courtyard into big holes and small holes, which looked extremely unsightly, there were servants in the courtyard, and they could be used to level the land, but Yang Yi thought they were doing it slowly, so he took matters into his own hands and leveled the ground.

When the young man in white entered the courtyard, he saw Yang Yijiang slap the void with a wave of his hand, and the ground in the courtyard was shaken, and the last uneven ground in the courtyard had become smooth and flat, and it looked three points smoother than the bluestone ground. What is rare is that he slapped the ground with such great force, and the ground became extremely staring, but it was not alarmed, and there was no sense of dust.

After Yang Yi patted the ground, he clapped his hands, turned around and said with a smile: "This brother Tai has light and healthy steps, steady internal breath, and a bit of flying passion, as if he has the feeling of writing books and paintings, which is really rare." ”

The young man in white looked surprised, and arched his hand: "Little brother Baizi has seen Brother Yang!"

"Brother Yang is really good, more than ten meters away, he can actually sense the momentum of internal breath from the footsteps of the little brother, this kind of hearing and judgment, the little brother is the first time to encounter it!"

He stepped forward, put away the folding fan in his hand, and said to Yang Yi: "Brother is not here for the exquisite jade plate in Miss Gu's hand, but to see Brother Yang's peerless skills, so that he can broaden his knowledge and make progress." He said that the palm of his hand was turned over, and a pen suddenly appeared in his hand, and he smiled: "The little brother is quite fond of dancing and writing ink, and if he tries his fists and feet today, it will be a little disrespectful to Brother Yang, so I will draw a picture on the spot and send it to Brother Yang for tasting." ”

(To be continued.) )