At the night market, in front of the fortune-telling stall.
After writing a word, the liberal arts student immediately put down the brush in his hand, then smiled slightly and said to the old blind man: "Old sir, I've finished writing."
Seeing the word he wrote, a group of liberal arts students behind him immediately laughed unkindly, "Mao Feng is such a loser. Who doesn't know that the simpler the word, the harder it is to read it? His
You are deliberately trying to embarrass others."
"Yes, but I don't think he is cruel enough. I think it would be even more cruel if he wrote the word '一'!"
"Damn it, can you still have some humanity? Is it really okay for you to treat an old man like this? But... I like it!"
"..."
Long Cheng looked at these guys speechlessly. When he went out to Daming Mansion, these people seemed to be moving closer to Guan Feng, which was really a headache.
But the student named Mao Feng was even more wicked. He knew clearly that blind people couldn't see people's fortune telling. After he finished writing, he didn't say what words he wrote. He just said that he had finished writing. This clearly shows that he was
It's embarrassing for others.
Just when Long Cheng couldn't see it and wanted to ask for help, who knew that the old blind man seemed to have his own thoughts. He raised his hand and slowly touched the rice paper on the table, then took it and blew on it.
, after the ink on the paper was completely dry, he reached out and touched it carefully.
Seeing this move, the students in the liberal arts college were all shocked, "Let me go, what kind of operation is the boss doing? Can he still find out what Mao Feng wrote on the paper?!"
However, the old blind man did not disappoint them. After touching the paper for a moment, a smile of understanding appeared on his slightly dark face, and then he said: "If I touched it correctly, guest officer wrote
It must be written with the word '文'!"
"Hiss... you can really touch it. How did he do it?"
"This boss has something special, it's not simple!"
"Mao Feng, be careful, I feel like you might really fall into trouble here today!"
"Go away, you can't expect me to do well!"
Although several students were a little surprised, they didn't really take it to heart.
Long Cheng was also a little curious as to how the old blind man found out the words on the paper, so he took a closer look, and also picked up the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table one by one and examined them carefully.
, he found that there was nothing wrong with the brush and paper, but the ink seemed a bit thick and thick.
He dipped his hand again, then rubbed it with two fingers, and found that there was some graininess in the ink. After observing this, Long Cheng understood.
The old man's ink is thicker, and some other things may be added to it, so after the customer finishes writing and blows it dry, the entire handwriting will have a slightly raised feeling and become more three-dimensional.
As long as your fingers are sharp and you have been exercising for many years, it is not difficult to find out what words are written on the paper. It is as easy as touching mahjong.
The old man is obviously such a master at touching words.
However, Longcheng sees through things without telling them. After all, this is people's ability to make a living, and there is no need to expose them.
After the old man found out that it was the word "文", he continued: "Wen can represent literati, clerks, and literati... These three are related to books. Obviously, the guest officer should be a scholar."
Mao Feng thought about it carefully and found that he was indeed a literary major, a calligraphy major, and a student of the liberal arts college. It would not be wrong to say that he was a scholar, so he replied: "Old sir, what do you mean?
Yes, I am a scholar. Then try again, where do I come from?"
puff……
As soon as Mao Feng asked this question, several liberal arts students behind him suddenly became angry.
Someone lowered their voice and laughed and cursed: "Mao Feng, you have gone too far. This is so unethical. You are not even from this world. You still let people guess where you come from. Are you doing any harm to me?"
Mao Feng was a little proud, and turned around in a suppressed voice: "Nonsense, if I don't get out of trouble, if this old gentleman really detects it, you can give that thousand gold hexagram gold!"
Everyone in the liberal arts academy stopped talking, but their eyes immediately stared at the old blind man with sharp eyes. Now everyone wants to see how this old gentleman will solve the mystery next.
After the old blind man listened to Mao Feng's question, he didn't really care. He just nodded in response and then carefully touched the paper again.
He touched and said: "The handwriting written by the guest officer is square and powerful, steady but not dry, which shows that the guest officer has received guidance from famous experts or received formal teaching, and the font is a formal script. This is generally only compared with those in Shendu."
Popular. So if I guessed correctly, the guest officer should be from the God City!"
"Um?!"
After listening to the old blind man's analysis, everyone in the academy was really shocked. Mao Feng was so frightened that he jumped up from the table on the spot.
Could it be that there is also a city of gods in this world?!
Longcheng was a bit unbelievable now.
If we were talking about touching characters before, it was just some methods and skills of the old blind man, but now the latter actually found Mao Feng's origin with a piece of paper and one word. This is a bit evil.
Moreover, looking at the relaxed expression of the other party when touching the words, it all feels too easy, as if the other party did it without even exerting any effort.
Why is this question so difficult?!
He immediately restrained his contempt, and then seriously asked for advice: "I dare to ask, old gentleman, how on earth did you know that my junior brother is from the capital of the gods? Could you really tell it based on that one word?
of?"
The old blind man smiled slightly, looking a little mysterious, and then he stretched out a hand and made a tick on the table. The meaning revealed two words: Give money!
Long Cheng's mouth suddenly twitched slightly.
Originally, they came to this fortune-telling stall just to join in the fun and get some clues. Who would have thought that they would meet the true god. Before they could get the clue, they ended up getting a thousand fortune-telling gold. Where is this?
Reason.
Mao Feng's face turned a little green at the moment, and he even whispered: "How about we run away quickly? He can't see him anyway, so he won't be able to catch up with us!"
"..."
Everyone else in the liberal arts academy gave this guy a blank look.
You are really not a human being!
Fortunately, Longcheng was relatively reputable. After thinking for a moment, he took out a jade pendant from his body and handed it to the old blind man, and said: "Old sir, this jade pendant of mine is worth two thousand gold, so I would like to ask
Please answer the question I just asked, using this word by the way. I also want to ask you to help me test it. I have a junior brother who got separated from us before entering the town. I wonder if you can still help me.
Find out his position. This jade pendant is the hexagram gold for these two questions. What do you think?"
"no problem!"
After the old blind man received the money, he happily agreed, and then he began to solve the problem: "Then I can answer your second question now. Your junior brother, if I guessed correctly, he
Now I should be a guest at Gaofu not far from here..."
Hearing this, some students from the School of Liberal Arts couldn't help but interject: "Wait a minute, old gentleman, you haven't even finished your second question yet. How did you know that my junior brother went to Gaofu? You should
You’re not fooling us, are you?”
The old blind man said without changing his expression: "Because before you came, your junior brother came to me to take a calligraphy test. He asked me where he should go after entering the town this time, so I gave him
Pointing at Gaofu."
"ah?!"
No one in the liberal arts college would have thought that there would be such an answer.
Dare Qing Guan Feng also took a calligraphy test before they came?!
Long Cheng frowned, but then he noticed another problem and asked: "Old sir, how can you be sure that the person who tested your calligraphy before is our junior brother?"
Hearing this, the old blind man grinned, looking very happy, and said: "Then I have to answer you from the first question. Didn't you just ask me how on earth I could detect your origins with just a piece of paper?
Yes? Then I will tell you now, because someone told me all this in advance."
"What, someone told you? Who was that person?"
"He said his name is 'Susheng Xiaomeng'!"
"???"
Long Cheng and all the liberal arts students were stunned on the spot.