Zhang Xuezhou can peek into memory fragments of someone's past through the Dating Technique, but he cannot peek into that person's future.
To the uninitiated, what these people want is a future they cannot see or touch.
Every physiognomy is a challenge for Zhang Xuezhou, which requires him to organize his words to make people believe in the accuracy of his physiognomy.
Of course, Zhang Xuezhou doesn't mind using people to practice the Dingren technique as long as he can perform the technique normally.
As Zheng Wukong's favorite disciple, Yi Yan looked a little dumbfounded, but this woman was very outstanding.
The other party is only one year younger than Zhang Xuezhou, and his cultivation level is only one level lower than that of Zhang Xuezhou, and he is at the middle level of the True Spirit Realm.
For young people in their twenties, the True Spirit Realm is actually a very good level, and can even be considered the best.
As long as they are not compared with monsters like Wuchao, these people can be considered geniuses.
Zheng Wukong obviously took great care of this female disciple. She was willing to join forces with Chunyu Tiying and told the story of the pulse. The reason for this was closely related to Zhang Xuezhou's ability to perform physiognomy on the concubine.
"Come on, come on, don't panic, don't worry, sit down, let's talk!"
Zhang Xuezhou did not directly perform the magic on Yi Yan as soon as he came up, but chatted casually with Yi Yan.
He gestured for the ladies to take their seats, and also indicated that Zheng Wukong and Chunyu Tiying did not need to stare at him, and could also take their seats and wait for the results slowly.
"My medical skills are promising, and our fortune-telling skills are similar," Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile, "We can predict bad luck by looking at each other's faces!"
"Do I also want to show you my face?"
Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's words, Yi Yan quickly stretched out his hand.
Her face couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and her eyes looked up and down at Zhang Xuezhou.
"Face is important too," Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
"Then...is it convenient for you to look at my face like this?"
Like the wooden man that Zheng Wukong had used for demonstration before, Yi Yan stood up and then bent his body down, taking on the posture of an iron bridge.
She faced upward, and then stared blankly at Zhang Xuezhou, as motionless as a wooden figure, allowing Zhang Xuezhou to observe her face as carefully as possible.
"Oriental Bachelor, please meet me," Yi Yan muttered.
"My martial arts skills are good," Zhang Xuezhou praised.
"Yi Yan is good at some of the dexterous techniques of our Xuanhu Sect. She has good qualifications in martial arts. It's a pity that our Xuanhu Sect's martial arts development is average!"
After hearing Zhang Xuezhou's praise, Zheng Wukong was a little proud, but also a little regretful.
"The clavicle technique and bone forging technique of the Xuanhu Sect are both excellent techniques," Chunyu Tiying praised.
"These techniques are derived from the connection of the meridians and acupoints. They can only strengthen the body, but they are of no use." Zheng Wukong shook his head repeatedly and said: "No matter how much you forge the collarbone, it can't withstand one sword!"
"The force exerted on the physical body is still excellent!"
Chunyu Tiying agreed and didn't try to flatter him. After all, the Xuanhu Sect's ability to fight and kill was really not that good.
She and Zheng Wukong discussed a few words back and forth, while Zhang Xuezhou chatted with Yi Yan for a while.
When he was sure that Yi Yan was in a relaxed state of mind, he muttered something and pointed a finger at the opponent's Yintang.
In just an instant, memory fragments poured into Zhang Xuezhou's thinking and perception.
He saw the scene of Yiyu collecting medicine and treating diseases in the mountain village. He saw Yiyu going through all kinds of difficulties to get into Zheng Wukong's family and diligently studying and reciting medical books. He also saw Yiyu holding a purple gourd with a touch of gold in his hands in a daze. …
The memory fragments in these memory fragments range from the age of sixteen to more than 20 years old, but there are no memory fragments of Yiyan before the age of sixteen.
This was the first time that Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to see the recipient's complete past under normal circumstances.
The content in these memory fragments does not have much special value, which makes it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to organize his language to deceive people.
This made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little regretful, but he felt that he was still too complacent.
If Yi Yan hadn't been beaten to amnesia, resulting in the loss of memories before the age of sixteen, then it would have been the other party's cultivation that made it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to see everything.
This is the first time that Zhang Xuezhou has released the Dingren technique on a True Spirit Realm monk, which may have made it difficult to fully adapt to the technique.
Fragments of memory kept floating past like fleeting moments, and finally brought Zhang Xuezhou back to reality.
He looked at Yi Yan, who was lying on the iron bridge, and retracted his outstretched fingers.
"How about it?"
Zheng Wukong left Chunyu Tiying behind and asked Zhang Xuezhou anxiously as he was retracting his skills.
"This..." Zhang Xuezhou thought for a moment and said, "She must be destined!"
"Why is there a gourd in fate? Please explain it clearly," Zheng Wukong said.
"There are only so many!"
Zhang Xuezhou waved his hands repeatedly.
He didn't know what the gourd meant to Yi Yan, but he couldn't pick out any useful elements from the memories of Yi Yan's endorsement of collecting medicines and treating diseases. This was almost something that normal medical students would experience, even if Yi Yan had experienced thousands of years of experience. Hard work leads to a deep impression, which also has no refining value.
Accordingly, Zhang Xuezhou had to make up an answer that said, "There is a gourd in your fate."
"This is a prophecy, and it can only remind you so much," Zhang Xuezhou warned: "Don't interfere indiscriminately and ruin this prophecy, lest it will be difficult for Yi Jie to turn the corner when encountering trouble in the future!"
For Zhang Xuezhou, who is well versed in pseudo-psychology, confusing things and having an intimidating effect can effectively achieve his purpose of lying in physiognomy.
In short, he can only do this. He can't handle any questioning. As long as he continues to question, he will be cheating.
Accordingly, Zhang Xuezhou used Yi Yan as a shield, which was extremely effective in blocking Zheng Wukong's mouth.
"Yiyi, you are destined to be lucky, remember, you are destined to be lucky!"
Zheng Wukong had no choice but to pull Yi Yan, who was still a little dazed in Tie Banqiao, to his feet, and repeated Zhang Xuezhou's words twice before entrusting Yi Yan to him.
Zheng Wukong didn't feel anything about Zhang Xuezhou's words. He only felt that Zhang Xuezhou's words were ordinary, but Yi Yan's blank expression was a little more complicated than words.
"Thank you, Bachelor of the East, for your advice!"
Yi Yan bowed respectfully and thanked him, and then retreated behind Zheng Wukong.
"It always feels a little weird!"
Zheng Wukong recited something.
He didn't feel much about Zhang Xuezhou's prophecy. He just felt that saying four words was no big deal.
But the respect given by the concubine cannot be faked.
Zheng Wukong knew very well how serious he was as a student. Without enough reasons, Yi Yan would not be in this attitude.
Obviously, these four words Zhang Xuezhou impressed Yi Yan.
"Physiognomy, hum, physiognomy!"
He hummed a few times, but in the end he couldn't figure out why.
If Anti-Zhengyi thinks it's good, then it's good. As a teacher, he can't say anything.
"It's really like a mountain apart!"
Even if she saw Zhang Xuezhou's physiognomy again, Chunyu Tiying didn't understand it.
It was also difficult for her to understand her own level of magical power. She couldn't help but sigh because she couldn't see through the nature of Zhang Xuezhou's technique.
If the skills used in fighting can make everyone qualified to criticize, and medical skills and other skills can give the most intuitive display, physiognomy will always be so confusing.
Zheng Wukong had seen Zhang Xuezhou protect Wang Fugui from disaster, and Chunyu Tiying had experienced Zhang Xuezhou's physiognomy in the palace.
But now it is Yi Jie's turn.
Except for Yi Yan's own reaction, the bystanders looked lonely and didn't understand anything in the end.
