Volume 1 Chapter 911: Word Divination

Chapter 911 Word Test

Zhang Ain waited patiently. Seeing that the fortune teller stopped talking again, he asked in a low voice: "Didn't he fall asleep again?"

"No, no! Have you ever seen anyone sleeping with their mouth open?" The fortune teller replied quickly. Zhang was afraid of what he was thinking: I guess this guy doesn’t know how to read faces, forget it, there’s no need to be serious with him, so he stood up and said, “Forget it, never mind.”

"That won't work. You have to settle the money after you give it to me. I can't owe others anything." The fortune teller was quite determined. "Then forget it." Zhang Ai said helplessly. The fortune teller hesitated for a while and said: "Your face and palm lines are very wonderful. If you match them with the horoscopes, you should be able to make a good diagnosis. But if you forget the horoscopes, I am a very responsible person and cannot talk nonsense. How about this? What do you think of our review?"

"Okay." Zhang Ain replied. He had already determined that this guy was unreliable and left it to the fortune tellers.

"Okay, write me the first word that comes to mind right now." The fortune teller suddenly shouted. Thanks to Zhang's determination, he was not frightened. He lowered his head and searched carefully on the table and said, "You don't have pen and paper here."

"Then tell me, why doesn't such a big man know how to adapt?" The fortune teller was very reasonable.

Zhang Ain was too lazy to argue with him and said: "Afraid." It was his name and the first word that came to his mind.

The fortune teller finally calmed down and looked at Zhang Ain's face carefully, even more carefully than when he looked at his face just now. He said calmly: "Using the word "fear" to explain luck is nothing more than good or bad, but how can everything in the world be judged in such a simple way? ? The book says that a blessing in disguise is not a blessing. Luck changes invisibly and without reason. The blessing at this time may be the disaster tomorrow. It is difficult to explain in words. However, if you are asking for luck, it means you are not satisfied with your luck. There’s really no need to explain, people will ask for whatever they need. If I say this, I’m just trying to trick you.”

The fortune teller took a breath and continued: "If you want to understand luck, you must first understand your character. Every word and deed can affect your luck. I asked you to say words. If you say the word "fear" without thinking, it shows that there are many things to worry about. In terms of the meaning of the words, The white heart is empty and does not understand the world. It is afraid of people or things that you do not understand. In terms of the word shape, the word "fear" is split, one side is heart and the other side is white, which means that it emphasizes feelings and simple thinking. Mr. Guan has a strong character, is confident, kind, polite in his words, and generous in giving money. He is not an ignorant boy who has no regard for worldly affairs. It shows that Mr.’s fear is not a fear of confusion or fear, but a fear of concern and worry. "

Having said this, the fortune-teller looked at Zhangwei and saw that his face was expressionless, and continued: "The word "fear" not only means to be afraid, but also to make someone afraid. In other words, Mr. has a certain power and can scare others. , coupled with the fact that the husband is eager for justice and the gift is to help me out of trouble, taking the above points together, I can see that the husband values ​​friendship and has strong strength, and is a good person. Good people want to seek luck, but they are frustrated when encountering difficulties. Ask for relief. So I don’t need to worry, Mr. Luck, for you, is where your heart is and where your righteousness lies. Don’t worry about the troubles you encounter.”

"In other words, what you call bad luck is actually brought on by yourself. If you don't worry too much and don't bother doing things, you won't encounter problems that are difficult to solve. But since you worry about it, you will encounter some troubles. , but you get more, so you will always be afraid of trouble, but keep walking towards trouble." The fortune teller Luo said in a long way and didn't stop here.

Zhang Ain listened with a smile and said to himself: "You can really say it. Although everything you said is right, saying it is the same as not saying it." When the fortune teller stopped, he smiled and said: "In other words, my luck is still the same. Good or bad, the so-called trouble is just something I caused, and even if I cause trouble, I don’t have to worry about it, because it will be good for me?”

The fortune teller nodded and said yes: "If you didn't have so many troubles in the past, you wouldn't be like this today." Zhang Awei asked casually: "What am I like today?" The fortune teller avoided answering, looked at him and said softly One sentence: "You are the first person I have come across to tell fortunes since I set up a stall." His tone was different from before, as if he knew something.

Zhang Awei asked: "Who am I? What kind of person am I? Do you mean I'm kind? Can't people with good intentions tell fortunes?"

The fortune teller smiled and did not answer his question. Instead, he pointed at the little black bird on Zhang Ai's shoulder and said, "This bird is not bad." After the black bird Suzaku shrunk its body, it was smaller than a fist. Now it is standing on his shoulder. For a long time, he remained motionless, as if he were fake.

Zhang Ain turned his head to look at the bird and replied: "Of course not bad." The fortune teller then moved his eyes to his right hand. There was a small green dragon in the cuff wrapped around his arm. The fortune teller's eyes seemed to be able to see through clothes. He paused for a while and then looked away and said, "You are very good. You are one of the few good people I have ever met. I hope you live a long life."

Zhang Ai was confused when he heard what he said. He always felt that the fortune teller had something to say, as if he was hiding something, and he seemed to know himself very well, so he said: "Just say the word "fear" in your mouth, and I will say it." Become a good person?”

The fortune teller chuckled, put on an unpredictable and profound posture and said softly: "What do you think?"

Zhang Awei looked at the fortune teller carefully, looked at it for a while and said: "What did I say? You are a fortune teller, I am not. However, I spent twenty taels of silver anyway, please give me a solid account, you Don’t you know how to read faces at all? How can you explain a few words?”

The fortune teller pretended to be angry and said: "Nonsense! The ancestor has been inherited for thousands of years. He has judged gods and ghosts and judged yin and yang. He is the number one fortune teller in the Yan Kingdom. How dare you underestimate me and slander me? Let me tell you, I would be very angry. If it weren't for the lack of money, , I will definitely throw twenty taels of silver into your face."

Zhang Pa continued to stab him: "The number one fortune teller in the Great Yan Kingdom? Is this how the ten thousand year legacy is passed down? Nine out of ten are wrong?"

"That was because the boy had low knowledge and did not understand the world, so he misinterpreted my words. Are you the same as them?" the fortune teller argued.

Zhang Pa laughed. The more he talked, the more he felt that there was something wrong with this fortune teller. It seemed that he was not just a fortune teller. He was shocked when he left the city just now. It was in this place. Maybe it was related to the fortune teller.

He separated his soul to explore his body again, but unfortunately he still found nothing. The fortune teller's body was empty, without spiritual breath, and he was an ordinary person. Judging from his appearance and clothes, he was also an ordinary person, and a very ordinary person. He did not have the rich and comfortable life of brocade clothes and delicacies, nor did he have the chic and unrestrained world of a cultivator. He was just a working class, with dust on his face and clothes, and he wanted to be rich and noble.

He laughed at himself in his heart. It seemed that he not only saw a ghost today, but also became suspicious. He bowed and said, "I am a rude boy. Thank you for your kind words. Goodbye."

The fortune teller did not keep him. He smiled and said goodbye. Zhang Pa walked towards the east gate again. He tried to probe with words and scan the fortune teller with his spiritual sense, but nothing came out. He had to give up. But he didn't know that the fortune teller was staring at his back and said softly, "You are still a little impatient."

Zhang Pa walked out of the city and planned to go back to Tianlei Mountain to think about it. There is a saying that there is strength in numbers. He wanted to gather all the disciples in the mountain to think of a solution together. He didn't believe that nearly 100,000 disciples couldn't think of a way to save Hai Ling?

At this time, he no longer thought about separating Hai Ling from the magic formation, nor did he think about finding masters to reset the magic formation. He wanted to ask the disciples if there was any way to block the passage. As long as the fish-headed monster on the other side of the passage couldn't come out, everything else would be easy.

After leaving the city, he walked a few miles east and came to a deserted place. Just as he was about to fly into the air, he suddenly heard a miserable cry. Zhang Pa was curious and used his spiritual sense to check. Then he sighed. There were many unfair things in the world. What surprised him most was that no matter where in the world, there were bad people wherever there were people. There were really countless weirdos.

He flew over and saw a high mountain more than ten thousand meters away. There was a road under the mountain. At this time, there were more than a hundred people on the road. On one side were fierce bandits with swords and sticks, more than sixty people, and on the other side were four guards and more than forty women and children. These four people had good martial arts and dared to fight desperately. With the help of the carriage to block them, they could barely fight to a draw with the other side. But this draw was only temporary. As long as the bandits surrounded them, they would definitely die.

There were more than twenty guards running away in the distance, ignoring their companions being robbed and only caring about their own lives.

There were several huge trees across the road in front of the carriage. Behind the trees were three tall horses with three fierce bandits sitting on them, one wearing soft armor, one dressed as a scholar, and one with his arms open. On the other side of the huge tree were bandits attacking the guards. When Zhang Pa arrived, several people on both sides had died, and more than a dozen were injured.

The four guards were fighting desperately and had no time to care about the women. A group of women were shouting in panic, and some fled far away. More of them just stayed in the carriage or sat on the ground crying. Most of them were young women, and there were a few girls. The shouts Zhang Pa heard were from them. There were more than a dozen carriages across the road, some carrying people or goods, and they had all stopped at this time. The horses pulling the carriages were restless. Unfortunately, there was no way forward, so they were trapped together, and some property was scattered beside the carriages.

There were many bandits and few guards, so some of them set their sights on the women. A dozen bandits jumped out, each holding a woman and walking towards the giant tree, shouting, "Brother, give these to the younger ones, there are better ones behind."

The man with his arms open said angrily, "Hurry up and do it. If you miss one, I will kill you."

A dozen bandits hurriedly pushed the women in their hands to the ground, leaving two guards, and the remaining few surrounded them again. At this time, Zhang Pa arrived and shouted to stop. The sound was as loud as thunder, and both sides who were fighting were frightened and stopped and looked over. Several women were frightened by the shouting and fainted on the ground.

The situation in front of him was clear at a glance. It was a robbery by bandits. But Zhang Pa was worried about killing by mistake, so he came to the killing field like a light smoke, kicked all the bandits away one by one, and then said to the robbers, "Send the people back."

His actions were clean and neat. In a moment, he kicked away more than 20 fierce bandits in the front. The other bandits found something wrong and took the initiative to retreat a distance and stood in a circle. The leader of the bandits knew that he had met a master, and the scholar bowed and said, "Greetings to all the brothers of Jiyashan Zhifeng Village. My brother is doing something, so as the saying goes, whoever sees it gets a share. Please wait for a moment, and wait for us to do the good thing, and then leave a big gift for you."