Mr. Word Breaker took out an old cloth bag from the side, untied the rope, and asked Cui Yi to pick up the words. Cui Yi reached in his hand, picked up a piece of paper, opened it gently, looked at the words on it, and lowered his eyebrows in silence.
"What's the word?" the gentleman asked hurriedly.
Cui Yi said slowly: "This is the word 'disaster'... Please calculate my future. I hope that sir will tell the truth and not hide it. I will not listen to lies."
Mr. Splitter bowed deeply and replied: "Brother, treat me with sincerity, and I will never let you down. However, although the original meaning of this word is not good, when you break it down, it is a good omen for you."
He pointed with his hand: "Look, the word "disaster" is the word "evil" with the middle part. The "one" is placed on the evening sky, which is intended to stop the appearance of twilight and to save the sign of decline; the middle part on the other side is "人" It coincides with '口', and the word '口' extends to both sides, just like a black gauze hat, which means becoming an official because of words, and being placed among people, it means being used in the court, and one will be rich and noble."
Cui Yi was overjoyed when he heard this and thought to himself: 'This gentleman has some real ability! The so-called becoming an official because of words, isn't it because I persuaded Mr. Ye to marry my sister, so I got to tell the truth? It seems that the future will be prosperous! As for reversing the decline, it probably refers to the destiny of the country. The sun sets over the mountains. My surname is Cui. There is a mountain above. Isn’t it a sign of rejuvenation for the country? 'So I became even more ecstatic.
"But there is still something sinister hidden in it." The gentleman read a few more words and couldn't help but click his tongue. "When people add an extra touch to their black gauze hats and add superfluous things, they are overly complacent, which is not a good thing. You must be cautious, otherwise you will be ruined. Tired of the future.”
Cui Yi smiled and said: "I have always been cautious and modest. What's more, I am a commoner and have no academic title. I have no official career. It's just a game."
"You mean, the villain's word test is ridiculous." Mr. Splitter lowered his head and said.
"Absurd? Haha, you must be wrong," Cui Yi laughed easily, "Not only do I not think it is ridiculous, I also think you are doing a good job! It's a pity that no one knows about your talent. I'll help you invite some guests over. , are you willing?"
After hearing this, Mr. Splitter immediately stood up from the stone bench, lifted his clothes and wanted to bow, but Cui Yi saw him and held him up with both hands. He burst into tears and held Cui Yi's arm tightly: "My benefactor helped me so much, it's hard to repay him! Dare you ask my benefactor’s name!”
Cui Yi glanced around quietly with his peripheral vision, and then replied: "My name is Zeng Yuan, and I live in the capital. You don't need to call yourself a benefactor. I can't bear it."
Mr. Splitter wiped away his tears, moved the signboard, and took Cui Yi to his seat: "Brother Zeng, I'm just afraid that I'm not capable enough and can't handle so many people, so I'll be laughed at."
"It's okay. I'm also quite good at divination. If you give me two pieces of paper, put them in a cloth bag and let the guest touch them. He will definitely be happy and give you an extra tael of silver. It's also possible."
Mr. Splitter never expected to meet such a divine man. His eyes widened and he impatiently tore down two pieces of paper and gave them to Cui Yi to write. I saw him blowing a breath, picking up his pen, and wrote the words "Cui" and "Yi" for the teacher to see.
"What... does this mean?" The gentleman was confused.
"This is a prophecy suggested by Yi Shu. It is a secret that must not be leaked." Cui Yi closed his eyes, shook his head, and spoke in a nagging tone.
This gentleman had never learned Yi Shu before, so he had no choice but to obey and poured out the rest of the paper except for these two words.
Cui Yi walked out of the alley and returned to the street on the pretext of looking for customers.
"Ten texts for divination, ten texts for divination! Who wants to tell fortunes?" Cui Yi walked up and down in front of the palace, shouting at the top of his voice, and repeated it more than a dozen times.
The old servant guarding the door was tired of hearing this. He held a cattail leaf fan in his hand and waved it as if to shoo away flies: "Go away! You are a young boy who is a magician at a young age. How can you be successful in the future!"
Cui Yi pretended to be surprised, turned around and bowed: "Old man, I have offended you a lot. I am not a magic stick, but I just see that the energy of the palace is declining, so I am lingering here."
"Nonsense!" the old servant was furious, "Do you believe I will call the servants to come and beat you up?"
"Don't be angry, old man," Cui Yi bent over and apologized to him, "Just ask me a few questions about whether it's accurate or not. I'm afraid my life and death are not as important as the fate of the prince."
"I'm too lazy to waste my time. I just want to ask you: As a half-immortal, you should be able to guess everything. Has King Yi ever sent a letter from the capital?"
Cui Yi pinched a few fingers and counted lightly: "The letter has arrived."
"What did you say? What happened to you?"
"King Yi is in a period of trouble. He has nothing to gain this year. He offers the prey of last year's auspicious time. Rui and E are in conflict and must compete for the throne. If he wants to use this to meet the emperor, he will bring the elephant of competition to the court. Fortunately, the emperor's energy is temporarily available. If evil spirits are suppressed, nothing will happen for a while, but there will be a big disaster in the future.”
Although the old servant didn't know much about divination, everything he predicted came true. He immediately became speechless. After a moment, he asked in a trembling voice: "How can the prince avoid this disaster?"
Cui Yi smiled from the bottom of his heart: "You come with me."
The old servant followed him closely every step of the way, and he sneaked into the alleyway before he saw the sign-splitting man still standing next to the signboard, saluting from a distance.
"Old man, this is my younger brother, and he is here to tell fortunes with me. I am outspoken and speak like a sword, which makes everyone dislike me, so I am left in the cold." Cui Yi took the old servant and asked him to wait. He sat down on the stone bench honestly. The old servant just nodded there, and for some reason, a cloth bag suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"Tear it apart...take it apart?" When the old servant thought that this would be related to the safety of the entire palace, he couldn't help but feel extremely nervous and his heart was beating suddenly.
"That's right." Cui Yi nodded.
So the old servant grabbed it hard, took out the word Cui Yi, and put it in the palm of his hand.
"Okay! This hexagram is a symbol of breaking disasters!" Cui Yi laughed like crazy and slapped the old servant on the shoulder, almost causing the old man to fall down. "You only need to go back with these two words and ask Those who have read books in the mansion will naturally know this!"
"How much money will you give me?"
"You don't have to say it yet. When you realize the beauty of these two words, you will thank me profusely!"
Mr. Splitter heard something strange and took a look at Cui Yi's expression: he was nodding to himself with a proud attitude. He seemed to see something from it, but he didn't know what it was. That day, the three of them bowed and went away, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes and a pair of ears behind the wall.
It turns out that the two eyes and ears have been chasing Cui Yi all the way here, and the strong man is responsible for tracking Cui Yi. He originally arrived here with great interest, but found nothing, so he had to return angrily, taking the information about this person back and discussing it with his colleagues.
