In a corner of a certain city in Baixia City, a group of people were crowded together.
These people stretched their heads and looked into the innermost part with expectant faces. Their eyes were full of hope, anxiety and longing...
However, his movements were very restrained, he stood obediently, and even spoke very quietly.
It was a rare time for Wang Twenty-one to come to this market, and he saw this strange scene from a distance.
He rubbed his chin, without even thinking about finding his consciousness.
Unexpectedly, he was frightened and took it back as soon as his spiritual consciousness touched it.
Even so, someone in the crowd had already noticed it and glared at him fiercely.
Wang Twenty-one shrank his neck.
Hey, that's too sloppy. It's really reckless to use your spiritual consciousness to scan other people casually.
Especially since he is just a minor cultivator at the third level of Qi Cultivation. Although the opponent's cultivation level is not completely invisible, the other person's cultivation level is higher than him, at least a mid-level Qi Refining cultivator who has reached the fifth level of Qi Cultivation.
Although he relies on his family and is not really afraid of them, it would be too embarrassing for him if he couldn't settle things if he caused trouble at will.
But what are they looking at?
After a pause, he still couldn't help but move closer. He was at the end of the queue obediently, but his eyes were looking around.
This way, he saw something about it.
At the end of the crowd, I saw a black flag leaning to one side, no one paying attention.
He squinted and saw large blood-red characters printed in the middle:
Divine calculation.
There is also a line of eye-catching small words on the side:
Three hexagrams a day, one hexagram ten spiritual stones.
Wang Twenty-one immediately felt physiologically unwell.
Black flag and blood word?
Is it possible that there is a demon cultivator here?
Although Tao, demons, Buddhas and demons coexist in their wasteland continent, Tao and demons have never coexisted peacefully since ancient times.
Apart from other things, just look at Kaiming Island, a land bordering Taoism and Demons...
It was a famous place of exile.
If any of the disciples of the sect made a big mistake, just throw him over there, haha, don't even think about living.
Divine calculation? !
Fortune teller?
Do monks also believe in fortune telling?
In fact, as long as you reach a certain level of cultivation, you will automatically be aware of your destiny, so why do you need to ask others for help?
This behavior really aroused his curiosity.
He didn't dare to disturb him with his consciousness, so he only stretched his neck and looked into the crowd. Well, there was a young woman sitting faintly?
The monks' eyes are very good.
Even though it was quite far away, he squinted slightly and looked:
Forehead!
Unremarkable.
Wang Twenty-one curled his lips and lost interest.
With a dark complexion, a bun on the back of his head, a wooden hairpin, and a long dark red robe, he could vaguely tell that he was at an intermediate level of Qi Refining.
His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
At first glance, it was obvious that she had set up a soundproof array or something like that around her.
But he doesn't look like a demon cultivator.
She seemed well-liked.
At this moment, the Taoist priest in Chinese attire sitting opposite the woman stood up, causing a commotion in the crowd.
I saw the Taoist priest in gorgeous clothes put a storage bag on the fortune teller's table, took a step out, and then, the Taoist priest's respectful and joyful voice came:
"Fairy Hong, after listening to your words last time, I really avoided the disaster. Today I came here specifically to express my gratitude and prepared some small thank you gifts. It was not a sign of respect, but I didn't expect it. Today I accept your advice again. I'm really ashamed. .”
Sheng Hongyi stood up, she smiled slightly, showing her white teeth, which gave her a somewhat convincing temperament:
"You're welcome. Since it is a thank you gift from fellow Taoist Zhang, I will accept it. Remember what I just told you. As long as it does not exceed a radius of three hundred kilometers, I can guarantee that you will not only be safe this time but also return home with a full load.
Senior Zhang cupped his hands and said, "That's that."
He left with a happy face.
Seeing Sheng Hongyi stand up, the crowd started to commotion again, and the person at the front couldn't wait to greet her:
"Fairy Hong, I've been waiting for a long time. Do you think you can make a prediction for me today? The road ahead is really bleak. Fairy Hong can be said to be the last straw for me."
With a sincere tone, Wang Twenty-one stood at the end and couldn't help but feel moved.
As the man in fine clothes left, the friendly and joyful smile on Fairy Hong's face disappeared without a trace.
She put the storage bag that Senior Zhang put on the table into her sleeve pocket and then said:
"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, the three hexagrams are full today, so I'll be early next time."
Sheng Hongyi just used her consciousness to sense the storage bag. Well, there are two hundred spiritual stones. Fellow Taoist Zhang just now was so polite and a good person.
In this case, she can take a rest tomorrow.
She refused without hesitation. As she spoke, she put away the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and three dusty copper coins. Then she picked up the table and the small horse and prepared to stuff them into the storage bag one by one.
The man seemed anxious, his eyes widened, as if he was about to explode at the next moment.
Wang Eryi stood behind and gloated: Oh, let me pretend, is it too much?
This fellow Taoist has a deep aura. He is at least a high-level Qi refining monk. Can you withstand it? !
Anyway, Wang Twenty-one's first impression of "Fairy Hong" was very bad.
For one thing, even though she has such an ordinary appearance, she still has the atmosphere of the market. Wang Eryi is a child of an aristocratic family, so he thinks she is very vulgar.
In addition, she is also a Qi Refining monk, why is this woman so arrogant and can make people look at her like stars and moons?
He just thought it was a liar.
Humph, you're just putting on airs, are you hitting the wall this time?
However, the next moment, the smile on the corner of Wang Twenty-one's mouth froze.
I saw the "old man" bowing with a red face:
"I'm too reckless. What about tomorrow?"
Sheng Hongyi waved her hand: "If we can't do it tomorrow, I will retreat to rest tomorrow."
Wang Eryi sneered in his heart: What's wrong? To talk about laziness in such a high-sounding way?
Just open your mouth and say something pretentious. Where is the loss? Still in retreat?
vomit!
Unexpectedly, what he thought was not what everyone thought, and the people queuing up around him just followed her advice and said one after another:
"Fairy Hong, just go into seclusion, we will come back when you come next time."
The "old man" also waved his hands repeatedly:
"It's the old man who's being abrupt. Fairy Hong, please have a good rest. The old man lives near here. I'll line up earlier next time."
In this way, Sheng Hongyi showed her smile. She smiled lightly, and the early morning sunshine happened to fall on her body. The skin on her face was delicate and shiny, and her facial features suddenly became lively and bright. Wang Ershiyi shook his eyes, and unexpectedly Think it looks pretty?
He closed his eyes and opened them again. The woman was lowering her head to pick up her black flag, which was dusty.
His expression returned to normal, and you knew that he had probably gone blind just now.
Just as he was stunned for a moment, the crowd actually dispersed. Sheng Hongyi walked out against the crowd. Wang Eryi's heart moved and he grabbed her.
Sheng Hongyi squinted her eyes and looked at the people below. She had been steadily setting up a stall in this market for more than three years. Ever since she became famous, no one dared to stop her so abruptly.
She was so annoyed that she wanted to go to the west of the city to grab a wave of spiritual rice that was cheap for two spiritual stones per liter. The market was about to open soon.
She squinted her eyes, and there was dissatisfaction in her voice:
"Why are you stopping me?"
