Chapter 32: When the fortune teller Qing'er turned back, she happened to look into the eyes of the old fortune teller.

Originally, when they passed by, they still had dull eyes, but now when they looked at each other, they found that the old man's eyes were a little clearer. Looking down his eyes, Shang Qing'er suddenly felt that he

There seems to be endless stories in his eyes, pulling people into a whirlpool.

She stared at God and finally pulled her gaze back.

"Young Master, let's tell your fortune." The old man smiled faintly. He stretched out his hand that looked like a dead branch, picked up the lotus tube placed on the table, shook it back and forth, and made out one after another.

A crisp sound.

Instinctively, Shang Qing'er wanted to leave, but at this moment, her body seemed to not obey her orders, and she unexpectedly sat on the stool opposite the old man.

"What kind of fortune teller do you know?" Shang Qing'er asked. His intuition told him that this fortune teller was definitely not an ordinary fortune teller. "What if the fortune teller is not accurate?" Shang Qing'er's whole body radiated a wave of aura.

There was a kind of violence, a kind of bloodthirsty madness, which made both Hongzhuang and Baozhen feel scared.

"I've only done fortune-telling twice in my life, and my predictions were accurate every time." The fortune teller put down the fortune teller in his hand and smiled at Shang Qing'er.

"I'm asking you for a hexagram." Shang Qing'er agreed. "How do you plan to calculate? Is it a word test? Drawing lots? Or reading a fortune teller?" Shang Qing'er has quite a lot of research on hexagrams, especially when he travels through time.

After here, when she had free time, she would read some books about the Book of Changes from time to time.

"Young Master is wrong. I neither do fortune-telling, draw lots, nor read words." The old fortune teller smiled again, and this smile touched the beard at the corners of his lips. At this time, his eyes looked deeper.

"You fortune teller, you don't do fortune telling, you don't know fortune tellers, and you don't draw lots. What the hell are you doing? Aren't you trying to deal with my young master? Be careful, I'll call a few people and destroy your fortune teller."

Baozhen was unhappy at this time. She stretched out her hand, pointed at the fortune teller and cursed.

She had seen this fortune teller before. She always saw him sitting here with his eyes closed and silent. No one asked him to tell fortunes. She didn't expect that he would start talking nonsense today.

"Little girl, you can't live up to the expectations of heaven, but you can't talk about heaven." The old man raised his face and glanced at Baozhen. His sharp eyes shocked Baozhen. She was dressed in men's clothing and was actually being raped.

He saw it and it seemed that this fortune teller was really powerful.

"Baozhen, step back." Shang Qing'er whispered and dismissed Baozhen. "May I ask, master, how do you tell fortunes?" Shang Qing'er became curious.

"With a drop of your blood, can you tell your past and present lives?" The old man's words made Hongzhuang's eyes widen.

But seeing Shang Qing'er smile, he stretched out his hand, took out a long and thin stick from the old man's stick, pointed it at his finger, and pierced it hard without blinking his eyes while pricking it.

It was as if it was not her who was being stabbed, but someone else.

The bright red blood fell on a piece of white paper on the table. In just the blink of an eye, the bright red blood on the white paper turned into a phoenix that was about to fly. Then, the phoenix flew across the sky.

As it gets bigger, a drop of blood doesn't mean much, but the phoenix is ​​half the size of a palm.

Hongzhuang and Baozhen were both surprised. Even Shang Qing'er himself became unbelievable. Could it be that this old man is the legendary god?

"Young Master, come here." The old man waved towards Shang Qing'er and motioned for her to come closer. Then, he whispered in Shang Qing'er's ear. Hongzhuang and Baozhen, who were close to Shang Qing'er,

, unexpectedly could not hear a word.

As she listened, Shang Qing'er's expression changed. She didn't believe that this old man actually told her all about her past and present lives.

He said, "You are destined to be a golden phoenix, but you live in a common people's family. Your destiny does not match, so you have to change to an official family." These four sentences may not seem to have much meaning. However, they contain endless content.

Guanjia, in this era, the common people's name for the emperor's family was Guanjia.

"Master, I don't want to stay here. I want to go back. Is there a way back?" Upon hearing this, Shang Qing'er asked anxiously. She was really tired of staying in this place. There was no Internet and no transportation.

Developed, and more importantly, there are many people here that she doesn't like.

"You can't go back, so just stay here with peace of mind." After the old man finished speaking, he smiled again. "Okay, the divination is over, and I have closed the stall." After saying that, the old man planned to collect the things.

"Master, why don't you want money for fortune telling?" Shang Qing'er found it unbelievable. This old man told fortunes not for money, so why did he do it?

"I have only calculated three hexagrams in my life. The first hexagram was for the former emperor and empress. Her destiny was extremely precious. The second hexagram was for the current imperial concubine. Her destiny was to be bitter first and then sweet.

.The three hexagrams were given to the young master. The young master’s destiny is naturally full of nobility. The old man also only had the three hexagrams in his life, so I wanted to take something. I also took it away. This can be regarded as the hexagram gold that I asked the young master for. But I couldn’t help it.

I am destined to meet the young master, so I will give him a gift." But the old man suddenly waved his hand, and the white paper stained with Shang Qing'er's blood suddenly flew up, and then landed on Shang Qing'er's chest.

After a while, the piece of paper disappeared and nothing existed.

"Master, what do you mean?" Shang Qing'er asked again, this master is a bit crazy, isn't he?

"Young Master, please go back and take a look. I'm gone, Young Master, take care of yourself." But while he was talking, the old man had already packed his things. He stood up, carried his simple luggage, and walked away slowly, blinking.

In the meantime, he disappeared at the end of the alley. Where can I find any trace of him?

"Master, what are you talking about?" At this moment, Baozhen came up and started fighting. Strangely enough, she and Hongzhuang clearly saw the old man's lips moving, but they couldn't hear any words.

"Nothing said, let's go." This prediction made Shang Qing'er feel particularly uncomfortable. She had a mixed feeling. These days, she tried to find a way to leave here, but to no avail, the old man

If she said that, all her hopes were completely dispelled.

"Sir, don't believe his words. I think this old man is clearly a lunatic." Hongzhuang could see that Shang Qing'er was not happy, so she comforted her.

"It's nothing, he didn't say anything." Thinking about it, the old man didn't want Baozhen and Hongzhuang to hear anything, just because he didn't want to cause more trouble for himself.
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