The man in front of the hexagram table was about thirty years old, with a very dark complexion, deep wrinkles, and a majestic figure, but with a slight hunchback, and a little restraint in his expression, his eyes swayed with the up and down of the stick.

Yang Fenglou glanced at this man deeply.

Looking at his image, he seems to be an honest old farmer, but he has a long sword on his back, and he hangs a yellow sword spike more than a foot long very sassy, and he looks like a rookie who has just entered the rivers and lakes, in short, it looks a little nondescript.

Yang Fenglou shook the stick holder vigorously, in which the bamboo skewer seemed to grow in the stick holder, no matter how he shook it, there was no bamboo skewer falling.

Yang Fenglou seemed to be a little impatient, glanced at the sticker, shook it vigorously, and then said casually: "Where is my brother from?"

"Dengzhou Mansion, Erxian Village. ”

"Oh, listening to your accent, I thought it was a ...... from Licheng, Qizhou."

"The master is really talented, I have a righteous brother, who is a native of Licheng, Qizhou, surnamed Qin. ”

"Oh......"

Yang Fenglou nodded.

"Smack. ”

A bamboo stick has fallen on the hexagram table.

Yang Fenglou smiled.

"It seems that I really have a relationship with my brother......"

"Then ask the master for advice......"

"And not busy. Yang Fenglou smiled and said, "Wait a while, count it with the other two destined people......

After finishing speaking, he shouted to the crowd behind the big man: "If there is anyone who wants to tell the hexagram, come and try the providence of heaven......"

Not long after, Yang Fenglou shook out the other two with a stick.

"Three, the so-called hexagram is fateful, it's definitely not just talking, have you seen the three color bags in front of you?

As soon as Yang Fenglou's voice fell, the people around him suddenly let out a burst of exclamation.

Good guy, this hexagram is fateful, it turns out to be such a meaning!?

Who is the lottery shake out, and his life has been placed in the color bag early?

That's amazing, isn't it?

Not only were they shocked, but even the three "destined people" were surprised inexplicably, and one of them was anxious, and he was about to start taking the color bag in front of him, but was stopped by Yang Fenglou.

"Wait!"

Yang Fenglou looked at the three of them, then at the onlookers, and said loudly:

"This is the secret method of my Zhenwu Palace, naturally mysterious, but after all, seeing is believing and hearing is false, it is estimated that everyone present, there must be many people who do not believe it, I just said, today's fortune telling, not for wealth, only willing to make a name for my Zhenwu Palace, naturally, I have to let the big guy see the mystery of my true secret method......"

"Let's do this, let these three tell their names and hometowns, parents and wives, after everyone understands, let them open the color bags one by one, so that the two sides are compared, and the big guy will naturally know that what Yang said is true!"

Yang Fenglou's words naturally won the enthusiastic support of many audiences.

He smiled slightly and said to the big man.

"This old brother, can you talk about it first?"

"Good. ”

"Wait a minute, I'll write it down for a while. ”

As he spoke, Yang Fenglou took out a pen and paper, which was also a stack of notes half a palm long and two fingers wide and narrow.

"Brother, please. ”

"A single family, two male flights, living in Dengzhou Erxian Village, the old father at home ......"

Yang Fenglou listened and recorded, but when he wrote, he protected the note tightly, and everyone else was listening to Shan Xiongfei introduce himself, but no one paid attention to Yang Fenglou's movements.

After a while, Shan Xiongfei finished speaking, and Yang Fenglou also finished writing.

"This old man, you can also talk about ......"

After half a moment, after the three of them finished speaking in turn, Yang Fenglou stood up.

According to the record in hand, the situation of the three of them was repeated again until everyone agreed.

At this time, the anxious man shot again, wanting to take his own color bag, but was stopped by Yang Fenglou again.

"Wait, I haven't written down the number yet, wait a minute......"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the color bag of the three people, held the color bag in his left hand, protected the note, and wrote "Zero Zero Zero One", "Zero Zero Zero Two", and "Zero Zero Zero Three" with a pen and paper in his right hand, and then stood up, as if he was in a hurry, and the wide cuffs of the robe naturally fell downward, covering the three color bags in Yang Fenglou's left hand.

Yang Fenglou laughed, raised his hand, and revealed his left hand, still holding the three colored bags in his hand, and handed them to the three people in order according to the number.

Then he looked at the three of them with a smile.

"Three, take a look, after reading it, read out the contents of the color bag, so that the big guy can also see the hexagram of my Zhenwu Palace!"

After Yang Fenglou finished speaking, Shan Xiongfei opened the color bag first and read aloud:

"Shan Xiongfei, Dengzhou Erxian Zhuang people, father...... Mother ......"

This information is exactly the same as the situation of Shan Xiongfei protecting his own family!

The onlookers suddenly exploded!

The secret method of the True Martial Palace, sure enough!

Unexpectedly, through a small lottery holder, you can select the person who asks for the hexagram, and it is really fateful!

I only heard Shan Xiongfei continue to read:

"Soft and rigid for human nature, high-minded, not good at communicating, aiming in all directions, six relatives are cold, ancestral industry is not relied on, self-creation and self-reliance, food and clothing are not lacking. Shaoyun was cultivated by his parents, doing things early, working early, and going out early, which is the life of the three mornings, the development is late, the establishment of the career is late, and the happiness is late, which is the share of the three nights. ...... early years"

“...... He will ask the hexagram Zhenwu Emperor on the second day of the second month of the year of Bingshen, and the thing he asks is an uncertain future......

The big man named Shan Xiongfei read here, and suddenly knelt down in front of Yang Fenglou with a "Kutong".

"Master Yang, you are the True Martial Saint, and what you count is exactly the same! I beg the master to have mercy, let me calculate......"

and when he speaks, he shall prostrate.

Yang Fenglou smiled slightly, stepped forward, and got up greedy.

"Brother Shan, what I just said is fate! Since you have a fate with Emperor Zhenwu, as the heir of Zhenwu Palace, I naturally want to show you a clear way out, you don't have to be so ......"

"Thank you, master, thank you, master......" Shan Xiongfei thanked him without words, and then asked cautiously: "Master, you see, my future is uncertain......

Yang Fenglou smiled again, stretched out his right hand, pinched it, and then beckoned to him, "The law doesn't pass on six ears, come over with ears......"

Shan Xiongfei stepped forward as he said, Yang Fenglou whispered a few words to him, and then said loudly: "Bring the color bag, the hexagram is your fate with the Emperor Zhenwu, you can keep it yourself, I hope you are careful, go and ......"

Shan Xiongfei thanked him and left.

Although everyone was curious about what Yang Fenglou said to him, it was a matter of privacy, and it was inconvenient to ask in detail, but seeing Shan Xiongfei's respectful energy when he left, he must have received a lot of guidance from Xiao Gaoren, and he couldn't help but feel envious.

As soon as the other two saw Shan Xiongfei's appearance, they quickly took out their color bags and read them aloud, not to mention anything else, the situation described in the color bag was completely consistent with the situation they reported to their homes.

After Yang Fenglou's guidance, the two also thanked each other.

After this incident, Master Yang of the True Martial Palace seemed to have become another master in the rebel camp, and even surpassed his uncle Sai Wolong in prestige, which Yang Fenglou did not expect. (To be continued.) )