Huh? News coming? Is it Xin Yaoguang or the "group"?
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and sat on the square wooden chair that had been left in the shop when he saw light ink words appearing on the Taoist scriptures:
[Zhao Yuanyang: Huh? Why are there so many names on this paper? Line up on top? 】
It was news from the group... Ji Ping'an was not surprised and showed a pleasant smile.
The most important function of the Taoist scriptures donated by Xin Yaoguang is actually "messaging". After asking Jiang Jiang, he discovered a new use of Taoist scriptures:
That is to say, the Taoist scriptures can be copied and imitated by themselves. They have no other abilities and can only be used as "Hongyan Chuanshuan".
And sending text requires consuming the user's own spiritual energy.
To put it simply, what Ji Ping'an holds is the "Taoist Master Page", and what is sent out are the "sub-pages", which are pinched together to form something similar to a "chat group".
Before leaving the divine capital, Ji Ping'an ordered Huang He to send "Zi Ye" to the geniuses of several sects.
The purpose is also very simple:
Through communication with these people, we can exchange and master more information with each other. Ji Ping'an has no skills and is only in Yuhang, but he also needs a channel for the trends in other state capitals.
A group of people have established intersections with each other in the Tao realm and belong to the same circle.
It is also necessary to establish a small circle:
Even from the most utilitarian point of view, as geniuses, in a hundred years, each other will become the successors of their respective sects.
Then... it is normal for a group of future representatives of the sect to form a separate circle.
Therefore, after learning that Ji Ping'an had the means to send messages from thousands of miles away, everyone readily agreed.
Today, there are a total of 10 people in the entire "group", with two representatives from each group.
However, during these days, the two of them were either busy on the road or in retreat digesting the harvest of the grand prize, so they did not have any private chats.
The "group chat" function was only opened in the morning of Ji Ping'an, so a group of people probably haven't reacted yet.
Sure enough, as Zhao Yuanyang sent the first message, the entire simplified version of the "chat group" suddenly became lively.
[Han Qingsong: Could it be that this is the 'group' mentioned before? Writing directly means appearing in the group. If you want to message someone individually, just touch the name at the top... right or wrong? 】
Tsk, pretty boy, you are fishing for money... Ji Ping'an is very impressed by this handsome scholar who looks like a boy and a girl, and knows that the best way to anger him is to treat him as a woman...
[Zhong Tongjun: You can’t ask directly like this, the reference is not clear. Who you want to ask, you have to draw a symbol, like this@Ji Ping’an]
The female musician is more attentive than the men in the group and remembers the "communication rules" conveyed by Huang He.
Ji Ping'an saw this and used his pointing pen to enter the spiritual element to write:
[Ji Ping'an: What Zhong Daoyou said is good, you can speak freely here in the future]
[Qu Chuchen: It’s wonderful. This Taoist Heavenly Book is really mysterious. Well, since it can be used to write handwriting, can it also be used to outline paintings? 】
As he spoke, the young painter quickly drew a brilliant bouquet of flowers, which attracted everyone's admiration.
The original emoticon package... Ji Ping'an smiled, thinking that this earthy flower would be perfect if paired with a dynamic "Good morning, family"...
[Zhao Yuanyang: @吉平平, have you arrived in Yuhang? Wait for me to come over and play with you]
The little girl is now learning and selling.
During these days, she was retreating to the Beast Control Sect, and then according to Luan Yu's arrangement, she would come to Yuhang City to "experience".
Ji Ping'an thought about it and didn't hide it. He replied that he had arrived, but did not report the specific location.
We still need to be more cautious, but with the power of the Beast Control Sect in Lanzhou, if we really want to go to war to find him, it will indeed be difficult to hide it.
Zhao Yuanyang was immediately very happy and looked forward to going to Yuhang for training.
In another room, Zhao Yuanji, who was also peering at the screen silently, had a lemony look on his face and gritted his teeth.
[Holy Son: Huh? Is this a group? It's quite interesting. It just so happens that this holy son has now entered the realm of Qingzhou. He happened to kill a river demon and gained the respect and worship of a group of people. You don't have to be envious. He killed the demon and eliminated it. This is what I, a Taoist monk, should do, so there is no need to praise me, I really don’t need to...]
No...this is not a time when demons were rampant hundreds of years ago. There are so many monsters for you to encounter...I'm afraid you didn't search for them deliberately when you arrived to show your holiness...
Everyone complained in their hearts, seeing through it but not speaking out.
The Holy Son has already led the team into Qingzhou?
That's right, Qingzhou is closer to Zhongzhou, and further east is Donghai State. However, since Ji Ping'an pushed that side as the national master in the old year, the remaining monsters in the East China Sea have rarely come ashore, and almost Isolated from the mainland.
Therefore, the Holy Son's team may have passed through Qingzhou and then headed north to Beiguanzhou.
Seeing that there was no movement in the group for a while, the Holy Son confidently thought that these people were ashamed and speechless after seeing his great achievements, and couldn't help but feel very proud.
As for Luo Huaizhu, although she was also in the group, she never bubbled up. Ji Ping'an guessed that she was concentrating on her practice and didn't notice at all... which fit the profile of a "Taoist idiot".
[Zhao Yuanji: Haha, don’t you mean sharing information with each other? It’s really boring without any valuable information! 】
The cold and arrogant young man sneered angrily.
The Holy Son felt that he had been insinuated: Isn't it worthless to slay demons?
Just as he was preparing to make a long speech, Ji Ping'an spoke:
[It has only been a short time since Lingsu recovered. The next period of time may be the stage where the Jianghu incident will blow out. 】
He comforted him first and then said:
[However, it is not that there is no information to share before this. Master Puru once told me some secrets about the elders of the masters here]
Master...the elder’s secret? !
Seeing this line of words, a group of people became energetic. Even Zhao Yuanji, who deliberately provoked trouble, and the pretentious Holy Son pricked up their ears.
It is human nature to be obsessed with gossip.
Especially gossip about people close to you... Just think, who doesn't want to hear the gossip and secrets of their elders?
It just so happened that Ji Ping'an lived for a thousand years and knew nothing but countless secrets.
Although most of them involve higher levels and are ancient.
But when he was in seclusion in his later years and studying astrology, in order to hone the "Dayan Secret Technique", he did frequently practice with strong men from various major sects and use astrology to spy on each other's secrets.
He immediately wrote:
[For example, why is Qi Hongmian grumpy and irritable? And always wear the same outfit? This is related to a shameful experience when she was fifteen years old. 】
The Zhao brothers and sisters were shocked and their eyes were burning.
[For example, the dean of Huaiyuan was once punished by his wife to kneel down because he struck up a conversation with a female monk. 】
Han Qingsong and Qin Leyou, who was diving to peek at the screen, breathed rapidly, and the hand holding the Taoist clone trembled.
[For example, there is a secret door hidden in the former residence of Painting Saint Mo Lin, which was left by the painting Saint Zhang Sengyao in the past. His authentic work is hidden in it, which he was not willing to break during the battle to become a saint. Picture scroll]
Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun stood up suddenly, unable to calm down.
[For example, when Xin Yaoguang was a girl, she lived briefly in Qintian Prison and left a diary, which recorded many contents. If made public, it would be enough to ruin her reputation.]
In the Qingzhou Inn, the Holy Son's eyes shone with excitement, his whole body convulsed with excitement, and he typed:
【Say it! Talk about it carefully! 】
A group of people echoed and started to refresh the screen, but Ji Pingan smiled faintly and said:
[These secrets are of great value, how can they be shared for free? You must also work hard to collect information, and you can exchange it with me later]
The picture is poor and the dagger can be seen.
Ji Ping'an wants to use the countless secrets in his belly to whet his appetite and let the geniuses of various factions work for him.
Although it is difficult to obtain core information, based on his knowledge, as long as these people provide him with the latest developments in various states, Ji Ping'an can use past memories and "astrology" to make deductions.
Address the lack of intelligence acquisition on other state capitals.
It's a pity that the Southern Tang Dynasty is too far away from the demons and barbarians, and is controlled by the Buddhist and demon tribes respectively. It is temporarily difficult to reach them, so they can only focus on the Dazhou realm first.
A group of people were scratching their hearts like a cat that had been cut off, but they also understood the principle of "fair trade" and stopped entangled, preparing to pay attention to the trends in the world, and then exchange unimportant information with Ji Ping'an.
For a moment, the entire group chat became quiet——
We are both geniuses, our schedules are full, and we don’t have a lot of time to hang out with each other.
"Bang!"
Just when Ji Ping'an folded up the Taoist Scriptures and prepared to put them away, suddenly the back door of the shop was knocked open.
The girl in the pink skirt came over angrily, and slapped the "pages" of the Taoist scriptures in her hand on the table. Yu Yu glared at Ji Ping'an:
"What do you mean? Why can't I speak?"
Yu Yu was furious.
As a saint, she was also in the group. At first she was enjoying the discussion, but when she wanted to speak, she found that she couldn't send it out.
Ji Ping'an blinked and said innocently, "Maybe it's because of the poor signal."
He wouldn't say that he blocked her speaking function.
The main reason is that she is worried that her brain will twitch and the addresses of her group will be exposed.
Yu Yu looked suspicious and didn't understand, but the girl didn't hesitate and asked enthusiastically:
"What exactly is my master's diary that you are talking about?"
"..."
Tsk, these two traitors that Xin Yaoguang accepted are incredible.
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…
In the end, Ji Pingan didn't tell her the answer. Yu Yu left angrily, and Ji Pingan didn't bother to pay attention.
Leaving the task of cleaning up the residence to Huang He, he patted his butt and left Laoliu Street.
Facing the sun that was gradually setting in the west, I followed the direction in my memory, walked through the streets, and crossed the arch bridge. During this period, I let Jiang Jiang breathe for a while. When I finally arrived at the north bank of the Qinhuai River, east of the Confucian Temple, it was already dusk.
The setting sun was mostly hidden under the horizon, and only a few rays of sunlight passed through the ubiquitous willow trees in the city and shone on his face wearing a bamboo hat.
"This is where you want to go? Where is this?"
Next to Ji Ping'an, Jiang Jiang, who was dressed in a wizard's uniform and whose painting style was out of place, was floating with his feet not touching the ground. His slightly dull eyes looked around curiously and asked.
Her body was translucent, and the people on the surrounding streets turned a blind eye to her presence.
This is some kind of clever Taoist illusion that can hide her appearance. According to Jiang Jiang, only the monk sitting in the well can slightly sense her, but he can't see through it.
She can only be seen in the sky-viewing realm.
Ji Ping'an said "Yes", looked at the huge buildings in all directions in front of him, and said with emotion:
"Jiangnan Gongyuan. The place where scholars take scientific examinations. It is also the largest Gongyuan in the Great Zhou Dynasty, bigger than the one in the capital of the gods. Well... you must know about the scientific examination. Scholars from major prefectures become scholars after passing the Tongsheng Examination. , you can enter the local county school to study. The provincial examination is held every three years in Gongyuan in various places. If you pass it, you will be promoted. As for the higher-level 'competition examination', you have to go to Shendu to participate."
Jiang Jiang said:
"The book says that in the past when the Zhou Dynasty was established, the Emperor built the Jiangnan Gongyuan in order to appease the major noble families in the south of the Yangtze River. There were 20,000 dormitories in it. It is usually used for county school teaching."
You know this little thing very well... Ji Ping'an nodded in approval.
He came here specifically, of course, not for the scientific examination, but to find someone.
To be precise, he came to activate the "hidden officials" of the "Dark Web" in Yuhang City. Considering that Xin Yaoguang had probably been aware of his control of the Dark Web for a long time, it was not a secret.
Therefore, he did not shy away from Jiang Jiang.
Then he would walk towards the majestic red painted door and say, "Hide it for me too."
Jiang Jiang glanced at him and waved gently, so Ji Ping'an's body became translucent, and he walked into the Gongyuan generously without anyone noticing along the way.
After entering, there are clear pools on both sides. Walking forward, you can see the dormitories on the east and west sides.
After walking for a while, a river appeared in front of it, dividing the Gongyuan into two parts, the front and the back, with a Feihong Bridge spanning it.
When Ji Ping'an walked onto the bridge, the sun had completely set and darkness enveloped Yuhang. He happened to see a square, three-story wooden pavilion in front of him with lights lit.
…
Gongyuan is where the county school is located, and the official who manages the county school is named "Xue Zheng" and has a rank of eight.
When Song Xuezheng walked step by step towards his court, famous scholars along the way stopped to salute and respectfully addressed him as "Xue Zheng".
Song Juren, who was over fifty years old and had a stern look on his face, had his hands behind his back. He was wearing a light green official robe that was clean and tidy without any wrinkles. He nodded slightly as a response as he walked.
The students didn't feel ignored, they just felt normal.
It should be noted that although the Song family is not a wealthy family, it is a family that has been scholarly for hundreds of years. Although there are few celebrities in the family, generations of family heads have been officials in Gongyuan.
It can be said that almost all the scholars in Yuhang can be considered his disciples, and in the past few hundred years, there have been more than dozens of famous officials who have come out of Jiangnan Gongyuan?
The so-called master of heaven and earth, Song Juren only guarded this Gongyuan. With his connections, he was enough to become a big shot in Yuhang City.
It's a bit exaggerated to say that Yu Hang was shocked when he stamped his foot, but the connections and energy he could use, both covertly and covertly, were indeed impressive.
However, what even the closest family members did not know was that in addition to the official status of "Xue Zheng", Song Juren also had another official status.
In fact, because he hasn't used it for so long, he almost forgets it sometimes.
"Dong dong."
When he stepped on the stairs, walked up to Mingyuan Building step by step, arrived at his courtroom, and raised his hand to push open the door, his pupils shrank suddenly.
He was shocked to see a figure wearing a bamboo hat sitting behind his desk in the dim room, holding a scroll and reading, as if to relieve his boredom.
"who?"
Song Xuezheng was startled and subconsciously backed away, just because the other party's dress really didn't look like a scholar, but more like a Jianghu person.
However, as he retreated, the double wooden doors behind him suddenly closed automatically with a "snap", and they could not move no matter how hard he pulled, as if they were being welded to death by invisible forces.
Song Xuezheng's heart trembled, and he vaguely realized something. He saw the man behind the table slowly put down the book.
With a snap of his fingers, the candlestick on the desk ignited by itself, and the warm yellow light illuminated the pen stand, inkstone, scrolls of paper, and the antique porcelain vase on the bookshelf at the back...
And the man in the bamboo hat, but the face under the bamboo hat that seemed to be shrouded in mist could not be seen through.
As the man in the hat said his next words, the big shot in Yuhang City suddenly changed his expression:
"Yuhang is a hidden official, Song is incorruptible?"
Hidden official!
Song Qinglian felt his scalp explode, and a numbness ran along his spine and penetrated Tianling.
Like Han Bachi, Song Qinglian had also been hiding for too long, and because he was in an officialdom and was not a practitioner, the deepest secret buried in his heart was suddenly revealed, and his whole person was frightened by the huge horror.
There are many thoughts in my mind, and I am not sure who the visitor is and how he knows his identity.
It wasn't until Ji Ping'an dropped a jade plaque on the table and illuminated it by candlelight that a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the eyes of this eighth-grade civil servant.
He took a few steps forward and carefully held up the jade plaque with slightly trembling hands and looked at it for a long time. His heart was beating wildly and his Adam's apple was rolling. He suppressed the surging emotions. He stared at the black mist under the bamboo hat and recited the "secret code" in a deep voice. :
"My son Wang Teng."
...Ji Pingan was silent for a moment and said:
"The posture of an emperor."
Song Qinglian's face suddenly turned red, and he could not maintain his posture due to the huge shock. He put his legs together, bowed deeply, and said in the most pious and solemn manner:
"Song Qinglian, the hidden official of the ninth generation of Yuhang, meets the sword holder!"
Dark web sword bearer!
This "superior" whom he had only heard from his late father but had never seen before was also the true "core" of the dark web.
Song Qinglian never thought that he would meet the legendary sword holder for the first time in this way and on such an occasion, and he had mixed feelings for a while.
Ji Ping'an sat back in the mahogany armchair, folding his hands, looking at the other person as usual, his pupils overflowing with green light, using magic to spy on the other person's emotional changes.
After confirming that this "mortal" Yin Guan was just in shock and awe and had no evil intentions, Ji Ping'an nodded slightly and said:
"Get up and answer."
Song Qinglian quickly stood up carefully, lowered his hands nervously, and asked:
"May I ask what your orders are?"
No questions, no greetings, just get to the point... Ji Ping'an was quite satisfied and directly expressed his intention:
"Investigate the meteorite that crashed the day before yesterday, whether there are any debris, and whether there will be changes in the world in the near future. You and others must collect intelligence. Any abnormality in the city, whether it is an event or a person... must be reported."
Something unusual in the city?
Song Qinglian was secretly frightened. It was conceivable that it was unusual to be able to attract the personal attention of the legendary sword holder who had not been seen for decades and launch a dark network investigation.
"Subordinates, please keep this in mind!"
Song Qinglian immediately agreed and said: "After my subordinates investigate, if they find anything, how should they report it to your Excellency?"
Ji Ping'an said calmly: "I will come to look for you from time to time."
Does this mean that the sword holder will be permanently stationed in Yuhang? Song Qinglian understood the meaning behind it and respectfully agreed.
But there was no sound for a long time. When he carefully raised his head, he was shocked to find that the man in the bamboo hat was no longer in the room, and even the jade plaque on the table had disappeared without knowing when.
Everything just now seemed like a dream.
Song Qinglian was not surprised. He knew that this was a method in the cultivation world. He stumbled back to the desk and sat down. He gasped for breath and realized that his forehead and back were covered with cold sweat.
He is just a mortal, and what he is good at is officialdom. The rules of "Baidao" are completely opposite to those in power in the underground world like Han Bachi.
The frightened feeling subsided slightly. At this time, footsteps and knocks came from outside the door, and then a crisp female voice:
"Daddy."
Song Qinglian hurriedly adjusted his clothes and regained his composure: "Come in."
The door creaked open, and a charming girl in her late twenties with delicate features walked in. She carried a mahogany food box and said with a smile:
"Mom made chicken soup. Seeing that you didn't come home, I brought you some."
Song Qinglian shook his head: "You want to go out for a walk."
Delivering soup is a job for servants in the house, so there is no need for the only daughter to deliver it in person.
Master Xuezheng saw through his daughter's little thoughts at a glance and couldn't help but sigh:
"Why do you want to have fun all day long and learn more from Pei's second sister? If you can learn two or three points, you will be relieved as a father."
His daughter has a close relationship with the second Miss Pei, the talented girl from Manjiangnan, and he knows this.
Miss Song puffed up her cheeks, put down the food box, opened the lid and said:
"My daughter is not bad either, and Mrs. Pei has been restless these past two days, so I didn't bother her."
"What's wrong with Mrs. Pei?"
Song Qinglian was surprised that he hadn't heard the news, "Could it be Mr. Pei, so what?"
Pei Qian returned from the capital of God not long ago, causing a small sensation among the powerful circles of Yuhang.
No one expected that Pei Sanshao, who was traveling for the first time in the world, would reach the end of the competition and get connected with the geniuses of the five major sects.
You must know that although the Pei family is a large family, it also has many martial arts practitioners, who are not weaker than ordinary sects.
But compared with the five major sects, it is completely inadequate.
Miss Song muttered:
"It's not him. It's said that the head of the Pei family has been away for a long time and has not returned yet. There is no letter. I don't know the details."
Song Qinglian squinted his eyes, secretly noted this, and prepared to issue an order to investigate through the dark network later.
"Eh?" Miss Song looked surprised, "Dad, why are you sweating so much? Your clothes are also wrinkled."
Although it is midsummer, it is not hot today, especially since my father has a personality that can be described as obsessive-compulsive disorder. His clothes are usually not wrinkled or dirty at all.
Song Qinglian picked up the spoon and drank chicken soup to cover up: "It's nothing."
Miss Song was suspicious, and the charming girl murmured in her heart: Daddy is so weird today.
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There was no agreed method of conveying the information. First, Ji Ping'an had not yet thought of a suitable channel. Second, he also needed to investigate Song Qinglian.
After all, after Han Hu intercepted and killed him, Ji Ping'an was not sure whether the Yuhang dark network also needed repairs.
When we returned to Laoliu Street, it was already dark. After a few people's efforts throughout the afternoon, the entire courtyard could not be said to be brand new, but it was no problem to live in it.
In the next few days, Ji Pingan and Yu Yu split up and wandered around the city all day to get familiar with the city. Huang He and Mu Yaoyao stayed behind to decorate the shop.
Three days later, the newly renovated store officially opened. The name "Gua Guan" was given by Ji Ping'an and was called "Yijingzhai".
Neighbors on the same street came to congratulate them. One of them, a calligraphy and painting shop owner with small eyes who resembled Lin Yongjian, said with emotion:
"Boss Li is young, but he has the ability to predict things. He is also a master of Taoism. I am disrespectful, but the name of this shop is probably a bit highbrow."
The expression of high emotional intelligence: highbrow and low-key.
Translation of low EQ: garbage.
The calligraphy and painting boss is not optimistic about Ji Pingan's shop for three reasons.
The first is the location. The whole store is a little out of the way, but considering it is a divination shop and the food is not crowded, it is not a big problem.
The key is that a person is too young. As the saying goes, "If you talk a little, you can't do anything." In these days, people's demand for divination is still very strong, but Ji Ping'an is too young, so it is difficult to be convincing.
On the contrary, if he is an old man with a long beard, wearing a Taoist robe, and has an air of immortality, he will feel capable at first sight.
Thirdly, the name of the store is incomprehensible without explanation. It is not clear enough.
Just like writing a storybook, the title of the book is incomprehensible, who can understand it? On the contrary, the title of the book is directly: The God of War returns and finds his daughter living in a doghouse...
Absolutely sold out.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said nothing, not caring whether the business was good or bad.
He even wished that business was bad, and then every time business came to his door, it would involve practitioners. That would be good.
If business is too good and a lot of trivial matters arise, he will be annoyed to death.
Once all the firecrackers were set off, it was open for business, and Ji Ping'an stepped into the store to sit down.
Huang He moved out a Gua table and placed it at the entrance of the store. On it was placed a divination tube with Gua divination sticks, and underneath was a cloth embroidered with Tai Chi diagrams, with a large Chinese character "Gua" written in it.
This is called "real object cover", that is to say, if people see this thing from a distance, they will know that the shop is for people to tell fortunes.
It's interesting to say that Ji Ping'an is clearly a star official, and he uses astrolabe derivation for divination. But these days, the moon star official is exclusive to the imperial court, so in order to hide his identity, he is a Taoist priest on the surface and uses Taoist fortune telling. Dharma door.
But having said that, the "astrology" of the Xingguan system was indeed evolved by him based on the hexagrams of Taoism. It comes from the same source, but astrology is more accurate and mysterious.
"Sir, I'll go and get busy later." Huang He said.
Ji Pingan nodded. On the first day, he decided to sit in the hall in person, but he saw an old woman walking in at the door.
Not a stranger, but also a neighbor on Laoliu Street. Her husband's surname is Wang. Her husband died young and she was the daughter-in-law she only married two years ago.
"Aunt Wang, what's going on? Are you here to take care of my business?" Ji Ping'an greeted with a smile.
Aunt Wang looked like a typical commoner, with gray hair. She sat on the stool opposite him with a reserved expression: "Mr. Xiao Li, are you really good at telling fortunes?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "It doesn't look like it?"
Aunt Wang didn't say anything, obviously she also felt that he was too young and unreliable.
Ji Ping'an had a down-to-earth character in his previous life and said with a smile:
"Let's do this. As the first guest, I won't charge you any money and will give you a divination for free."
Aunt Wang's eyes lit up. There was no reason not to take advantage. She immediately took out a crumpled piece of paper from her sleeve and said with a sad face:
"This is the birth date of my daughter-in-law. She has been married for more than two years. Her stomach has no reaction at all, and she can't even lay half an egg. She went to the doctor at the medical center and took a few pills, but nothing happened. Yes, when do you think the old lady can have a grandson? Is there any chance?"
Ha... The inability to have a child is not necessarily the wife's problem, it could also be your son's fault... Ji Ping'an complained in his heart.
However, this was the case in the feudal dynasty. Although he had taken many measures to improve the status of women, in the final analysis, due to the limitations of productivity and production relations, some things could not be changed by him as a national teacher with a single order.
Do you really think that if you take out a bunch of modern technologies, you can enter modern civilization? The difficulty is higher than ascending to the fairyland.
Therefore, among the people, women are often blamed for fertility problems.
Ji Ping'an didn't feel that this problem had anything to do with "practitioners", but he still sighed softly when he looked at the old woman's expectant eyes.
Pick up the birth date and horoscope, convert it into the corresponding "star" in your mind, and perform a simple horoscope.
On the surface, he raised his wrist and pretended to do some calculations.
Then he let out a light sigh, glanced at the old woman in surprise, and said:
"You can get pregnant by early winter at the latest or early autumn at the earliest."
Aunt Wang was overjoyed, with a smile on her face: "Mr. Xiao Li, didn't you coax me?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and pushed back the note: "If it's not allowed, you can come to me when the time comes."
Aunt Wang was overjoyed, thanked her happily and left.
The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop in front of the store shook his head and left, feeling more and more that this little boss was unreliable.
He has seen many fortune tellers, and even the most famous "Zhou Banxian" in Yuhang City does not dare to be so sure.
It's not long before early autumn, and even if winter comes, it will only be a few months away. If you can't get pregnant by then, Mrs. Wang will come over to make trouble to see what you should do.
Fortune telling is all about vagueness, how can it be so conclusive? Still too young.
Ji Ping'an didn't care what his neighbors thought. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He looked at the deserted door without any worry and silently closed his eyes to practice.
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There were no other guests all morning. After lunch, Ji Ping'an came back and continued to sit in the hall. Anyway, it didn't delay his practice.
As a result, we didn't wait long this time, and a young lady came outside the door. She looked at the plaque of "Yijingzhai" from a distance, and seemed a little unsure. After hesitating for a long time, she walked in carefully.
Ji Ping'an was slightly startled and retreated when he saw Ji Ping'an, but Ji Ping'an opened his eyes and said with a smile:
"Does the guest have something to predict?"
When the young lady saw this, she was too embarrassed to leave, so she had no choice but to come in and sit opposite.
She was about 24 or 25 years old. She was wearing a common gray-blue sarong. Judging from her hair accessories, she was married, which was normal for this era.
She is quite beautiful in appearance, a little timid, and is a typical "Jiangnan little woman".
The eyebrows are anxious, the complexion is dull, the mood is abnormal, and the sadness and worry are strong... Well, there is a high probability that something unexpected has happened... Ji Ping'an makes a simple judgment based on his face.
The young lady hesitated for a moment, then said softly:
"I heard someone said that a new divination shop has opened here. I wonder what the price will be for finding people?"
Ji Ping'an pointed to the price items on the table:
"Birth, old age, illness and death, weddings and funerals, wind and rain, dreams, palmistry...marriage career...ten pieces of gold are given once. If it is to look at the house's feng shui, etc., the price is additional. In addition, our shop will tell fortunes. If there is no match, even a thousand gold coins will be paid. No reception.”
The young lady ignored the last words and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the price of ten coins. She thought it was very cheap and said worriedly:
"It's like this. My husband works in the escort agency in the city. He went out to the city a few days ago for escorts. He said it was not far away and he would be back in a few days. But I still don't believe it. I went to the escort agency several times and people said that none of them came back. ……I……"
She did not continue to say the next words, her eyes were already red.
The escort... disappeared outside the city... Ji Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he realized that this might be the clue he was looking for.
He immediately put out three copper coins with a smile, stared at his real "first guest", and said:
"Let's have a divination."
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ps: The typos were corrected first and then corrected. This chapter is densely packed with foreshadowing. .
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