Night, Chang'an.
The old man wandered to a step and sat on the edge of the bridge. When the vendors on both sides saw him, they all greeted him politely.
The old man also raised his head, as if he heard them and responded to them.
The little girl skillfully set up a stall in front of him, then pulled up a small bench and sat down, holding her chin and looking at the passers-by.
Today is not an important holiday, but there are still a lot of people hanging out at night.
The bustle of feasting and feasting has nothing to do with the grandfather and grandson. Their simple and shabby fortune-telling stall remains as deserted as ever.
Occasionally, a few curious passers-by took a closer look and were dissuaded by the words written on the fortune-telling stall.
"A hundred taels...gold tells fortunes, ward off disasters...solve problems and seek peace?"
A well-dressed passerby with a luxurious face curiously looked at the words written on the old man's fortune-telling stall. After reading it, he was completely shocked.
The owner of a sesame seed cake stall next to the old man's fortune-telling stall looked at him meaningfully, and then waved him over.
Passers-by came to the sesame seed stall owner and kept turning their heads to look at the old man who was dozing off.
The sesame cake stall owner lowered his voice, walked up to him, and said carefully, "That old man is actually a liar. You must not believe a word he says!"
"How do you say this?" a passerby asked in confusion.
Although he felt that the owner of this fortune-telling stall was crazy about money, and he needed so much money to tell his fortune, he was not sure whether the owner of the sesame seed stall next to him had any problem.
The shaobing stall owner was about to speak, but found that the old man had turned to look at him. As if he had thought of something, the shaobing stall owner swallowed back the words that had reached his lips, and then just shook his head.
Seeing his appearance, passers-by suddenly became very curious. I really want to know what means this old man has to dare to offer fortune telling for one hundred taels of gold.
Although there are many fortune-telling stalls in Chang'an City, all under the name of Qingcheng Mountain, although they don't have any extraordinary skills, unlike what they promote, they have all kinds of fancy skills, but they can always get away with it. Eat.
Because their asking prices are very low, with so many people walking around on the street every day, there will always be one or two who are willing to spend money to teach themselves a lesson, or just let these fortune tellers guess correctly.
However, this old man's idea was obviously different. He offered such a sky-high price from the very beginning, directly dissuading countless potential customers.
I saw the old man thinking that he would not open for three years and open for three years. The passers-by were ridiculed, and he didn't believe that someone with such spare money would tell fortunes at such an unseemly-looking vendor.
"I want to see if this old fortune-teller can do a fortune-telling. Let me see how clever this fortune-telling method worth a hundred taels of gold is!" A passerby bought a sesame cake from the sesame cake stall owner. Then he found a bench and sat down, staring at the fortune-telling stall.
The sesame cake stall owner looked at the passers-by and didn't know what to say, and had a bad feeling in his heart.
The owner of the sesame cake stall vaguely remembered that when the old fortune teller first came to this street to set up a stall with them, the fortune teller written on the stall was to tell fortunes for ten taels of gold.
At that time, they were still surprised that stall owners like them, who worked hard from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, might not be able to earn ten taels of gold, but this old fortune teller actually wanted to reach heaven in one fell swoop.
As you can imagine, no one is willing to spend such a sum of money on a little-known vendor.
Seeing that the old man did not have any business for ten days and a half, several of the vendors also persuaded him, asking him to take it step by step and lower the price first, so as to at least give one or two nagging old ladies a chance. .
After it becomes somewhat popular, there is no rush to slowly raise the price. However, they have been in Chang'an for so long, and they have never heard of any fortune teller who dared to offer such a high price.
Naturally, the old man ignored their advice and still set up a stall here on time every night with prohibitive prices.
No one expected that someone would actually pay him to tell his fortune in the end.
It is said that it was a rainy night and most of the people setting up stalls had left. Only he and his granddaughter were still on the street.
Someone saw an old man holding an umbrella getting a fortune teller from him, and still paid in person.
From that day on, the price at the old man's fortune-telling stall directly became one hundred taels of gold to tell one's fortune.
The surrounding vendors also looked at the old man with a strange light.
Some are curious, others are jealous.
"I don't believe it. It's already a hundred taels of gold, and there are still people who are stupid and rich enough to go to this old liar to tell fortunes!" The sesame cake stall owner thought secretly in his heart.
The same thought was born in the hearts of passers-by who were sitting and eating sesame seed cakes.
But to their surprise, the old man suddenly stood up and said something to his granddaughter, and then the two of them immediately started to pack up the stall they had just set up, as if they were ready to close it down.
Just when the sesame cake stall owner and passers-by were full of doubts, a slightly older figure suddenly came to the old man's stall holding an ordinary oil-paper umbrella.
The sesame cake stall owner and passers-by were all surprised. They didn't notice how the old man appeared.
"Everyone else is eager to have customers come to their door, so they can make money. Why are you still avoiding customers?" The old figure stretched out a hand and pressed it on the stall.
Both the old man and the little girl trembled, and the movements of their hands stopped instantly.
"Why do you, a prime minister, have trouble getting along with me, an ordinary citizen? There are so many fortune tellers in Qin Tian Jian, why can't you just find someone to take home and tell you every day? Do you have to find me?"
"What? Now that you are doing business at the stall, are you still thinking about how to drive away the customers? Don't you still want to do my business?"
If a minister of the court could stand here and see the face of this old figure, he would definitely be in awe and would never argue with him like this old man.
This old figure is none other than the old Prime Minister Wang Daofan.
However, at this time, the sesame cake stall owner and passers-by were all confused. They really couldn't figure out why the old man who was just about to close the stall and leave suddenly sat down with a depressed look on his face, and the man holding an umbrella People also sat down, it seemed...
Could it be that someone really wants to spend so much money to tell fortunes from this old man?
The next moment, something even more surprising happened to them.
The old man took out a thick stack of banknotes and placed them in front of him. Then he took the lottery tube from the reluctant old man's hand.
"I heard that you were telling a story in the tavern today, and you were talking about the martial arts competition between the disciples in Qingcheng Mountain. I want to know, who defeated the son of the spear king in the end?" Wang Daofan looked at the old man with a smile on his face and said.
The old man stared closely at the dirty lottery tube in Wang Daofan's hand.
The red paint on the surface of the stick tube has been worn away, and there are several holes. The bamboo sticks inside are also this long and that short, and they look very worn.
"The one who defeated him was Wu Yun, the child adopted by the great elder Wu Fan." The old man said calmly.
Wang Daofan nodded and said, "This Wu Fan is also loyal to Qingcheng Mountain. It can be seen that he teaches Wu Yun with all his heart. There are really many good talents among the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain this time, again. The dream belongs to Wu Yun again, so he should be the Taoist disciple of Qingcheng Mountain this year, right?"
Wang Daofan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old man. However, the old man shook his head slowly.
"It's not him, it's a dream!"
"Liao Meng? Chun Meng Liao Wuhen, it's a good name." Wang Daofan smiled lightly, "Is he more evil than Wu Yun and Jue Yun?"
The old man smiled, and then said slowly, "Wu Yun and Liao Meng are both Wu Fan's disciples on the surface, but Wu Yun is still very unconvinced in his heart that Liao Meng is the Taoist disciple of this generation. Therefore, He had never made a move before, just to let Meng Meng take action first. Then he would gain more experience in fighting against him in the future.
However, he couldn't hold it back in the end, so he took action and defeated Jueyun within a hundred moves. It has to be said that the battle between Jue Yun and Wu Yun was really a fight between a dragon and a tiger. It was so exciting that it almost represented a classic battle among young people in the entire Kyushu martial arts world. Whether it was Wu Yun's painstaking palm thunder or Jue Yun's North The ground gun can be regarded as a role model for young people in the martial arts world.
Unfortunately, after his battle with Jue Yun, he repeatedly called out to Meng to fight. As a result, Meng didn't see him, but he called out a little talisman.
Yes, Liao Meng has already practiced Zhenglei Qinglian, the supreme mental method of Qingcheng Mountain. Only those who have practiced Zhenglei Qinglian can control the talisman and seal to such a level. It is said that if you practice to a great extent, you will not only be able to control this Talisman Master from thousands of miles away like your arms and fingers, but you will also be able to multi-task and control multiple Talisman Seal Masters at the same time.
Zhenglei Qinglian's ability to control objects is self-evident. However, very few people have mastered it in Qingcheng Mountain over the years. This is just because the threshold for its cultivation is too high. It requires cultivators to practice all the 106 kinds of talismans and seals in Qingcheng Mountain. To the point of perfection..."
"Oh, really? Then it seems that this dream is really amazing. His talent seems to be even higher than Wu Fan's before!" Wang Daofan nodded with deep approval.
At this moment, a snapping sound was heard, and a bamboo stick flew out of the bamboo stick in Wang Daofan's hand and fell to the ground.
The little girl who had been sitting next to him quickly picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to the old man.
The old man stretched out his skinny hand to hold the bamboo stick and looked at it, "I wonder what you want to count?"
Wang Daofan put down the lottery tube and was silent for a long time, "I want to calculate, how long do I have to leave?"
The old man raised his head and took a deep look at him and said, "If you want to leave, nothing can keep you."
"There will always be fetters. If this city really wants to keep someone, there will always be all kinds of excuses, just like you, isn't it the same?" Wang Daofan sighed and said, "These days I I always have trouble sleeping, and I can feel that some people are coming back soon, very soon..."
"It's none of my business. You've asked what you need to ask, and I've said what you can. The money belongs to me, so I can do whatever I want. I'm going to close the stall and stop doing business!" The old man waved his hand impatiently, and the little girl on the side also directly picked up the money on the table.
Wang Daofan smiled, stood up and said, "You have to give me an accurate answer. When will it be?"
The old man glared at him, looked at his umbrella and said, "Wait for the rain in ten years!"
