The night is rich.
Bai Ze made up his mind and headed straight towards the direction of Prince Liang's Mansion. King Liang is the uncle of the current king of Zhou Dynasty, and the Liang family itself is a Longhai family. Because of the vast area of his residence, there are only five hundred large and small buildings.
So Bai Ze walked in the direction without worrying about not being able to find a place.
After throwing away the three girls with bad intentions, Bai Ze began to wander around carelessly again. But it seemed that God was deliberately trying to make things difficult for him. Just after a while, another uninvited guest came to his door.
But unlike before, the person who came to him this time was not a Huaichun girl, but an old man dressed as a Confucian scholar, wearing a square scarf, a commoner Confucian shirt, a pair of soap boots, and a goatee. But he was using a chess piece of bluffing and deceiving "three hexagrams in one day to calculate all the mysteries".
"This little friend, stay here!" The fortune teller came towards him. When he saw Bai Ze, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if the old bustard who had not visited him for a long time was finally about to open his business. His face was full of red light, and he took three steps and two steps, blocking Bai Ze's way. .
When Bai Ze saw that man dressed up, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
After all, he is also the second generation descendant of the Zhongzhou Sword Emperor's lineage. Even his master Xie Xuan does not dare to use the banner of "calculating all mysteries". The old man in front of him is a ruthless person, and he does not choose anyone when he cheats. , how dare you tease him!
"Old sir, I wonder why you are blocking the way down?" Bai Ze thought in his heart, but his words were enough to give the fortune teller face.
"My little friend, I see that you have a dignified appearance and an extraordinary bearing. There is an image of a soaring dragon hidden in the clouds above your head. Given time, you will definitely be a heroic figure famous in all nine states!" The fortune teller held a flag in one hand and stroked the goat's beard with the other. So said.
"You are so lucky?" Bai Ze couldn't hold back and laughed directly, "To be honest, sir, I have had the ambition to reach the clouds since I was a child, and I want to become the new swordsman in the world of Kyushu! Today I heard that I Sir, could it be that I really have the talent of a swordsman?"
The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this guy to be so thick-skinned. It could be said that he would be as bright as a little sunshine. But the old gentleman had also seen big scenes, and he quickly calmed down. He made a fist with his left hand and put it in front of his mouth. He coughed lightly and sighed heavily, "Oh, what a pity!"
When Bai Ze heard this, he immediately became excited. He stared at the fortune teller and asked him: "Old sir, what's the pity?"
"It's a pity for me. Although my little friend is very lucky, his appearance now..." The fortune teller gave up.
"Old sir, what's wrong with you down there?" Bai Ze chuckled inwardly, but with a worried look on his face, "Old sir, please speak nicely and give me some pointers!"
"Alas!" The fortune teller sighed again, "Little friend, I see that your hall is dark, I am afraid that a disaster is coming!"
"Ah?" Bai Ze didn't show it on his face, but he felt a little thump in his heart.
If Bai Ze wants to believe that this old man really has the ability to tell fortunes, he doesn't believe it. After all, spying on heaven's secrets is not tolerated by heaven. In the Jiuzhou arena, fortune tellers have always had almost no old age to speak of. As powerful as the old sword emperor Chen Wangsheng, known as the strongest fortune teller in the Tiansuanzi lineage in Zhongzhou, he could not escape the fate of violent death in his later years.
The mystery within it is within the reach of very few people.
But in the end, Bai Ze still felt uneasy. The events that have happened recently seem to have their own secrets. Whether it was Hong Luan who suddenly kidnapped him without hurting him at all, or the girl in black who suspected that he was a ghost tonight severely injured him. If the Aurora Sword Seal hadn't been accidentally activated, he would have been seriously injured. I'm afraid Bai Ze's consciousness has been swallowed by the dragon soul.
There seems to be a huge conspiracy involved in this.
But Bai Ze was helpless, but he had no idea what the people behind the scenes wanted to do.
Logically speaking, Bai Ze didn't believe that the fortune teller in front of him could tell the truth. But Bai Ze is suspicious. What if this old man really has some skills?
still……
Bai Ze's eyes suddenly turned gloomy when he looked at the fortune teller. Could this old man's origins be related to the mastermind behind the scenes? Otherwise, how could he know that I was in danger?
Or maybe this person is just a charlatan who is just telling nonsense and should not be taken seriously.
"That's it, little friend." Seeing Bai Ze's solemn look, the fortune teller lowered his voice and whispered in Bai Ze's ear, "I am destined to you, so I will give you a discount! I will count one hundred low-grade spiritual stones for you. Last hexagram.”
"What, a hundred low-grade spiritual stones?" Bai Ze thought he heard wrongly and repeated.
"Yes." The fortune teller showed an incomprehensible smile, stroking his beard and nodding, "How about it? It's cheap enough, little friend. If I hadn't had a good relationship with you, at least this would be the number."
As he spoke, he held out three fingers.
"Could the old gentleman be teasing me?" Bai Ze said with a smile, "All my belongings are only three taels of silver! The old gentleman actually wants a hundred spiritual stones for one hexagram? Immeasurable Heavenly Lord."
At that time, Bai Ze's words of "Infinite Heavenly Lord" were equivalent to "Fuck your mother". This old man really dares to raise a price! You must know that this spiritual stone is a wonderful treasure for monks! Spiritual stones are the essence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and cannot be found except in famous mountains and rivers, caves, heavens and blessed places.
The place where spiritual stones gather is the spiritual veins. The place where the spiritual veins run vertically and horizontally is also called the dragon vein. The reason why Yunhai Xianmen dominates the northern realm is closely related to the fact that there are ninety-nine and eighty-one great dragon veins under the sect. Immortal disciples practice in the sect, and because of their numerous dragon veins, their cultivation speed is several times or even dozens of times faster than that of casual cultivators in the world!
Ordinary sects, even if they occupy a dragon vein, dare to be called the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
As far as Bai Ze knows, there is a spiritual formation in the Yunhai Immortal Sect that draws together many dragon-veined spiritual energies to form the Secret Mansion Cave. The spiritual energy is so rich that it can be liquefied into a spiritual lake. The spiritual energy in the Secret Mansion Cave Sky gathers into fog and remains there all year round.
The core disciples of the Immortal Sect can enter the secret cave to practice. After a few months of seclusion, they will have the effect of practicing for several years, or even more than ten years!
Moreover, some of the Taoist sect's many magical formations rely on higher-grade spiritual stones or even top-grade spiritual stones as their foundations. Otherwise, relying only on the person setting up the formation's true energy, I am afraid that even if the true energy is exhausted and consumes him alive, he will not be able to open the formation!
The preciousness of spirit stones can be seen from this.
Even though the Yunhai Xianmen family has a great cause, all sects prohibit the development of the Xianmen dragon veins. Most of the spirit stones used by the sect come from the spirit stone veins in the Borderlands in the north.
The fortune teller asked for a hundred spiritual stones with just one word. Even if it was a low-grade spiritual stone, it was enough for Bai Ze to take off his pants and not be able to afford it.
Bai Ze's reaction also startled the old man. He looked repeatedly at the young man in black with disbelief. He seemed to have never expected that this boy was so poor and couldn't even afford a hundred lower-grade spiritual stones.
"It doesn't make sense." The fortune teller muttered in his heart, "This kid is also the future hope of the Yunhai Immortal Sect. He is the next peak master of Zuowang Peak, one of the top seven in the Immortal Sect, and the fourth son of the famous Immortal Sect. First of all. Why are you so poor? Could it be that Chunyangzi is also a picky person who is reluctant to even invest in the seeds of the Immortal Sect? "
Or is this guy a miser who plucking his feathers?
"Little friend, this is wrong." The fortune teller stroked his goatee with an enigmatic look. If you didn't look at the flag in his hand that said "Three hexagrams a day, you can tell all the secrets", how many fortune tellers are there? He said in a bluffing manner, "This is a secret." He pointed to the sky, shrank his neck, and said in fear, "Don't reveal the secret! I'm telling you this fortune, and you have to bear the cause and effect. A mere hundred spiritual stones is a loss-making business. If I hadn't seen that I had a good relationship with my little friend, and others would have asked me to tell the fortune, I wouldn't have been able to do it."
Bai Ze looked troubled and hesitant.
When the fortune teller saw this, he thought something was wrong. This guy is probably a miser, otherwise it wouldn't make sense! No matter how picky Chunyangzi is, he still won't be so stingy as to be the proud one who is related to the future fate of his Yunhai Immortal Sect!
"Old sir." Bai Ze leaned close to the fortune teller's ear, glanced left and right, and whispered, "That's it. I also think that my husband and I have a good relationship! This hexagram, I'll think about it, and I have to calculate it! But on my body There are not that many spirit stones. All in all, there are only three."
When the fortune teller heard this, his eyes widened.
"But," Bai Ze said again, with a very embarrassed look on his face, "I have to keep these three spiritual stones for marrying my wife, and use them as my wife. So, since I am so close to the old gentleman, why don't I give them all to you?" All my money will be given to the old gentleman. How about the old gentleman helping me with this fortune?"
As he spoke, the boy in black stretched out three fingers rather painfully.
The fortune teller's goatee curled up in anger and he also held out three fingers.
"Three taels of silver." Bai Ze looked at the old man solemnly, "Old sir, this is all my net worth!"
The fortune teller's old face twitched, and his expression was like a painter's dyeing plate, constantly changing. Then he couldn't bear it anymore, snorted heavily and walked away.
"Old sir, don't leave!" Bai Ze was so excited that he hurriedly caught up and grabbed the fortune teller's sleeve, "If you think it's too little, at best! I'll add a spiritual stone!"
"You kid, you are so stingy! You look like a miser!" the fortune teller yelled, and tried to pull open his sleeves, "It is true that a gentleman is known for his righteousness, and a villain is known for his profit! Let go, I will not count this prediction!"
"Old sir, you are too stubborn!" Bai Ze said, "Seeing that the time has come, your three hexagrams this day are not in vain. How can you be a gentleman if you don't make money?"
Bai Ze wanted to say that he would forget everything if he had money, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to insult him like this, so he held it back.
"You kid, how dare you argue with me about the ways of a gentleman?" The fortune teller was so angry that he wanted to slap Bai Ze to death, and snorted heavily, "How much benevolence, justice and morality do you have in your heart?"
"No!" Bai Ze argued, "How can benevolence, righteousness, and morality be measured in pounds? The sage said that everyone has the four fundamentals of heart, and a wise man should not lose his ears. Although the boy is not a wise man, he can be compassionate, shy, and hateful. The four fundamental concepts of resignation and right and wrong are still there.”
"You!" The fortune teller was speechless by Bai Ze. He suddenly turned around and pointed at Bai Ze with one hand, his face turned red, "You really piss me off!"
