After returning home by car, Zhang Xuanqing did not stew the meat first, but opened the package and wanted to count the money with joy.

The one who counts money is so exciting and fulfilling.

However, when he opened the package, he let out a sad and angry wail.

"I'm a thief who's killed, I'm ooxx your grandma!"

I saw that the bottom of the package had been cut open by a blade, and most of the two stacks of money were thrown away. I don’t know if the other party “stolen” was “are you the way”, so I gave him some left; or because the second stack of money given by the man in black was dispersed, the other party could not take it all away.

Holding Grandpa Mao, who had been reduced by several times, he couldn't help but burst into tears: Is it easy to fool himself? Not only is it waste of brain power, but also wastes saliva. The little bastard stretched out his hand and stretched it out more than half of it, and 20,000 is almost two thousand...

"Damn it, don't let me know who you are, and don't let me catch you, or you're the one who is raised!" Zhang Xuanqing gritted his teeth and hated him secretly.

He was not in the mood to stew meat anymore, and he was too lazy to even eat rice. He wanted to go back to Datang to learn fortune-telling with Yuan Tiangang, and he had to figure out where the bastard who stole his money. Zhang Xuanqing immediately hungry and ran to the bed to lie down, and used the method of stinging the dragon.

However, before that, he also held a mirror and hugged it in his arms along with the books he wrote in his daytime today.

...

It is in a daze, and it is suddenly in front and behind. The sun and the moon rotate, and it has been replaced for thousands of years.

When he woke up from his dream, Zhang Xuanqing immediately took the mirror and looked at his face in the mirror.

"Well, this handsome young man is handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome?"

After shamelessly praising him, Zhang Xuanqing finally became a little serious. Thinking about Yuan Tiangang's words yesterday, he started to read carefully.

In ancient times, there were no such brilliant techniques as modern times. Mirrors were all bronze mirrors. Sun Simiao, a small broken clinic, was poor and could not afford a good mirror polisher. Even if there was a mirror, it was still vague and dirty. It was really a problem to see your face clearly.

Although Zhang Xuanqing felt that Yuan Tiangang might have read it wrong, he was still curious about his appearance. He could not see anything in modern time and space, but it was not necessarily the case in ancient times.

He vaguely remembered that when he was cooking and scooping water from the jar two days ago, his face in ancient times was a bit different from that in modern times.

Sure enough, although the face in the mirror is indeed very similar to him, there are some strangers among them. The biggest difference is...

"I've put on makeup!" Zhang Xuanqing's heart was slightly shocked.

In modern time and space, if he wears ancient costumes and wigs, he must put on his face. Because his wigs are from the Xianxia crew, the kind that reveals his forehead, with a layer of skin on the outside, and needs to be stuck to his forehead. If he doesn't put on makeup, the traces of bonding will be very obvious. Fortunately, he has been in Hengdian for two years and has seen more makeup, so he has learned a little bit of it, so he can use foundation to cover the traces.

When he traveled to this time and space, he was wearing the costume of a fairy tale crew. Later, he took the wig and never looked in the mirror. He didn't notice that the makeup on his face seemed to be unable to wash off.

Naturally, makeup is for beauty, so his face is a little more handsome than his original face. But now more than two months have passed, and it is natural that he will not not wash his face in the past two months. But now the makeup is still on his face, as if it is on his face, and he looks like this. What does this mean?

"It seems... I feel something is wrong..."

Zhang Xuanqing thought of Yuan Tiangang's words, "Shou Fanxia, ​​and his eyebrows were half-clear," he said, "It was because he thought his eyebrows were not good-looking and he clapped his eyebrows; "It was because the mountain root was cut, and his head was pointed and thin, and he clearly felt that his nose was slightly flawed and had a layer of shadow. Now the shadow was still the same, and it looked like a syllable look; "The life palace had a little dark pattern, it was clearly the mark left by the bonding part of the wig; "What were the eyes and long, and his eyes were like crucian carp... Damn, pills, pills! If Yuan Tiangang's speculation was correct, did he die enough?

I couldn't figure out why I just put on makeup, but when I arrived in this world, it turned out to be "real". Zhang Xuanqing's little heart thumped for a while before he let out a long sigh: "Fake, all are fake. According to his performance yesterday, Yuan Tiangang's old killer is clearly an old liar... Yes, that's it. He is like himself, a liar in the world!"

Although he thought so, Yuan Tiangang might have gotten up. After dinner, he still went to Yuan Tiangang to learn the art of fortune-telling and face-to-face.

After a long and long talk with Sun Simiao last night and sleeping with her feet, Yuan Tiangang seemed to believe more about Zhang Xuanqing's identity as a "exiled immortal".

Especially when Zhang Xuanqing found him with the techniques of calculating the Plum Blossoms and other divination that were copied from later generations, Yuan Tiangang even had the same idea as Sun Simiao: Is the Immortal Governor deliberately trying to guide me in the name of asking for advice?

Even when Zhang Xuanqing asked him about Taiyi, Qimen, and Liuren, he showed that he didn't understand at all, and he was suspicious in his heart: "Senior must be testing my Taoist heart. I must not show any doubts, nor can I show any impatience, so that I can make my Taoist heart look down upon and not pass on my great way. Humph, I also want to test my Taoist heart and tell you that my Taoist heart is firm!"

The heart of Tao is firm... and it is firm... and it is firm...

Well, smart people generally think a lot, Yuan Tiangang is really a... smart person.

Ahem!

Probably...

I spent several days studying.

Compared with medical skills, Zhang Xuanqing learned metaphysics faster, after all, he had the foundation before.

Although he is a liar in the world, he doesn't understand anything.

Especially after mastering some of these skills, relying on his extensive knowledge and recording, Zhang Xuanqing felt that he had gradually been able to leave the industry of scammers.

As I have said before, fortune-telling is like mathematics, except that one is addition and subtraction, and the other is deducing numerology.

The so-called numerology is just some fate contexts summarized by the ancients... Of course, it is not necessary to discuss whether it was summarized by the ancients or some immortals. But as long as you master those contexts, as long as you are not a fool, ordinary people can deduce it.

However, some contexts are complex, vague, and even combined with each other and contradictory. Only by finding the real key points from many contexts can real deduction be made. What can ordinary people deduce? It is limited to proverbs such as "The morning glow does not go out, but the sunset glow travels thousands of miles".

However, according to Yuan Tiangang, the "Plum Blossom Yishu" that Zhang Xuanqing showed him was indeed the master of the collection of Yishu. Unfortunately, the calculation method of "Xin Yi" relies too much on spiritual awareness. People like spiritual awareness can use it. Not to mention calculating anything that doesn't want to be related like Shao Yong, even related ones can be calculated incorrectly.

The fundamental point is to take the things used in the hexagram. After all, the Plum Blossom Yi Number can use the things that anyone can perceive as the hexagram. However, if the spiritual sense is not sensitive, when it is time to use the time to draw the hexagram, it is strange that the right one can divine.

It was like Shao Yong. When he saw the two birds fighting for branches, he would have to climb the plum blossoms on the second day. The gardener chased them out of his mind. The neighbor's daughter fell from the plum blossoms and hurt her thighs. But if he turned a blind eye to the two birds fighting for branches, even if the neighbor's daughter came to climb the plum blossoms on the second day. Even when he saw the two birds fighting for branches, he would only call the hexagrams on the gender of the two birds, without combining time, fighting, plum blossoms, etc., he would not have been able to calculate the result.

People with sensitive spiritual consciousness will subconsciously choose the right thing to use to pick the hexagram; on the contrary, those who are not sensitive or even slower choose the right thing to use to pick the hexagram, and the number of plum blossoms will be in vain.

After learning this, although Zhang Xuanqing still studied the Yishu of Plum Blossoms, he was more careful to learn the three styles of Taiyi, Qimen and Liuren from Yuan Tiangang. In order to find the damn thief, he vowed that he must practice arithmetic to great success!

...

"Seniors are really amazing. Whether it is Taiyi, Qimen, or Liuren, they can be easily understood at a glance. Especially the book "Plum Blossom Yiju", which is even more about the relationship between heaven and man, understand the changes of ancient and modern times, and becomes a one-man statement. The Tao admires it, admires it!" In Zhang Xuanqing's bedroom, Yuan Tiangang flattered the matter seriously, but thought to himself: Maybe the immortal likes to listen to people's praise, so he pretends not to know at all, and then shows his ability to learn very quickly. I must praise him well, and praise him with joy, and then the Tao will be blessed.

Next to him, Li Chunfeng looked up at the roof, looking like I didn't know him.

Based on the contacts over the past few days, Zhang Xuanqing knew that although Li Chunfeng didn't like to talk, he didn't like to look at the roof. Only when Yuan Tiangang did something embarrassing would he look at the roof and pretend that he hadn't seen anything.

It was just nightfall, and it had been seven or eight days since before. In the past few days, Zhang Xuanqing and Yuan Tiangang have been communicating. Zhang Xuanqing teaches Yuan Tiangang how to sleep... Bah, it is the stinging dragon sleeping pill technique; Yuan Tiangang teaches Zhang Xuanqing how to numerology.

Li Chunfeng kept listening to it, only occasionally expressing his opinions.

Compared to the three of them, Sun Simiao and Liu Shenwei have been much more busy these days, especially Liu Shenwei, who is responsible for the meals of five people alone, and has asked Zhang Xuanqing to complain more than once.

According to usual habits, after dinner, Zhang Xuanqing would discuss with Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng for an hour or two, but today he was interrupted by Liu Shenwei.

"Uncle Shi, please tell you something?" Liu Shenwei pushed open the door and glanced at the people in the room with a thief, looking at Zhang Xuanqing with a funny look on his face.

Zhang Xuanqing was surprised: "What's the matter?"

Liu Shenwei's eyes turned: "It's nothing. It's a good holiday tomorrow. Do you want to be a master... Well, do you want to go shopping on the street?"

Yuan Tiangang saw that he had something hidden and took Li Chunfeng away and said, "Brother Zhang, since fellow Taoist Liu has something to ask you, Xiaodao will go back with his disciple first. Let's talk about the science of numerology tomorrow."
Chapter completed!