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Chapter 153 Terrible (4K)

"Fangyuan, do you think this hexagram gold can still be collected?"

Brother Wuji looked at the embarrassed Zhao Qun, and started talking in a low voice with the little Taoist priest beside him.

Fang Yuan frowned in a daze, thought for a moment and said, "Ten yuan of Guajin, I have already received it. But looking at the situation, I feel that there is no hope for thanking the gift."

Gu Changsheng was a little embarrassed listening to the discussion between the two behind him.

The fortune teller almost lost his life, so what kind of thank you gift is needed... Not losing money is not bad.

"Okay, the daily hexagram, this is the end of today. Let's go." Looking around, Gu Changsheng raised his voice and said.

The surrounding Zhengyi monks were very cooperative when they heard the words, and they all dispersed.

When the crowd dispersed, Gu Changsheng turned his gaze to Zhao Qun and sighed inwardly.

Crossing the robbery failed, although the robbery did not kill Zhao Qun, it still forcibly cut off his realm.

Even though there was a foolish Taoist who taught it on his behalf, Zhao Qun still fell from the foundation establishment to the early foundation establishment stage.

Thinking of this, Gu Changsheng suddenly frowned, and a wise light flashed in his eyes.

Eh?I seem to have figured it out!

To complete the golden elixir of building the foundation and cross the tribulation, of course, it is a breakthrough; but if the foundation establishment fails to pass the calamity, and it falls to the early stage of foundation establishment, isn't the realm of practice also broken!

Who said that breaking through the realm is upward?Isn't it considered a breakthrough to go down...

Gu Changsheng immediately regained his confidence in Dayan Technique.

He walked up to Zhao Qun and helped him up, patted his shoulder to express his relief, and was about to say something to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qun, who failed to cross the tribulation, was very open.

He smiled quite nonchalantly, and said aloud: "If I wasn't a monk Zhengyi, or the old heavenly master came later, I wouldn't be able to survive the failure of this tribulation. It's just a re-cultivation. Compared with life, I can't survive." Little things."

After a pause, Zhao Qun continued: "Little Martial Uncle's calculations are really accurate. If you say that you will cross the calamity immediately, you will pass the calamity immediately. I will come to you when I encounter problems in the future."

After finishing speaking, he struggled to get up from the ground, saluted Gu Changsheng very respectfully, and then forced himself to leave.

Looking at Zhao Qun's back, Gu Changsheng was quite surprised and watched him go away.

When Zhao Qun's figure completely disappeared from sight, Gu Changsheng turned his head and began to pack his things. The little Taoist Fangyuan helped him move the tables and chairs back into the fan pavilion.

"Tomorrow is still this time, let's rest today." Feeling the empty aura in his body, Gu Changsheng spoke to Brother Wuji and the little Taoist.

Then he turned and walked towards his own house.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and walked back as if he remembered something.

He took out two one-piece steel coins from his pocket and handed them to Brother Wuji. Gu Changsheng said aloud, "The agreed [-]% is for today. You two should share it among yourself."

After all, he left without turning his head.

Brother Wuji looked at the two steel coins in his hand, wanting to cry but not crying.

Why did Fangyuan get the Xuanyuan Pill yesterday, but it turned into two steel forges with him...

Seeing him standing still, the little Taoist Fangyuan timidly took a steel coin from Brother Wuji: "Brother Wuji, each of us has one~"

With a long sigh, Brother Wuji tightly clenched the iron in his hand, and left Fan Pavilion angrily.

……

Gu Changsheng returned to his room, closed his eyes, breathed out cross-legged to recover his spiritual energy.

When he opened his eyes again, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and he hurriedly made a video call to Song Qinghuan.

In the end, after a few words, someone came knocking on the door suddenly, and the knocking sound was very hasty, which seemed a bit hasty.

"Little Martial Uncle, Little Martial Uncle! Open the door!"

It was the voice of the little Taoist Priest Fangyuan.

Gu Changsheng hung up the phone, frowned and opened the door, looking at the panting little Taoist priest.

Seeing that the door was open, Fangyuan pulled him up and ran away without saying a word, just kept saying "the signboard is smashed".

Gu Changsheng, who was confused, followed the little Taoist priest, and arrived at the door of a strange house in a short while.

The door of the house was wide open, and there was a lot of people inside.

"Little uncle, senior brother Lin Yun is back, and he's inside."

At this time, the little Taoist priest Fangyuan rested his hands on his knees, panting and explaining the situation inside to Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng frowned when he heard this: "Didn't he go to the south and wander all the way? Why did he come back so soon?"

After speaking, the two walked into the room.

"Little Martial Uncle's calculations are really accurate, but it's a bit unlucky."

"Yes, yes."

In the room, many people gathered around a bed, discussing with one another.

Gu Changsheng frowned, and coughed heavily to get their attention.

Seeing this, the righteous monks in the room shut up at the speed of light, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

With his hands behind his back, Gu Changsheng walked to the bed, looked at it intently, and was startled.

The person lying on the bed was Zhang Linyun.

Zhang Linyun's face was like gold paper, his eyes were dull, his arms were obviously broken and just connected, and the hair on his head was obviously missing a few strands.

……

Gu Changsheng instantly understood what Fang Yuan meant when he said "the signboard has been smashed".

After a while, he asked embarrassingly, "What's the matter?"

Hearing Gu Changsheng's voice, Zhang Linyun looked at him slowly, with an extremely complicated expression.

With a long sigh, Zhang Linyun began to talk about what happened to him in the past few days.

After receiving Gu Changsheng's advice of "walking south", Zhang Linyun seemed to have a feeling, and wandered directly to the south.

From the time I went out, everything went wrong, and small situations continued.

Later, it was even more outrageous. He was walking well on the main road, but the car just hit him in the face...

After dodging the desperate pursuit of a large truck for the third time, Zhang Linyun finally realized something.

Weighing the pros and cons, he left the city, thinking about enjoying the natural scenery, which is also very good for physical and mental comfort.

As a result, Zhang Linyun strayed into a series of illusion arrays before taking a few glances at the natural scenery.

The phantom array is extremely dangerous, it can be called a narrow escape.

Maybe it's because of Fu's fate, he found the eye of the formation by mistake.

After breaking through the phantom formation, Zhang Linyun was dying, and then he found a bamboo slip and several bottles of pills.

With the bamboo slips and elixir, Zhang Linyun had a bumpy journey, and he managed to return to Zhengyiguan.

"Until the last few steps when I returned to Zhengyi, I was frightened. I was afraid that something might happen. It's really not easy for me~"

Zhang Linyun ended his story with a long sigh.

Then, he stared blankly at Gu Changsheng, but a seven-foot man had tears in his eyes: "Little uncle, didn't you say that if you walk in the south, you will definitely get something?"

Seeing the grievance on Zhang Linyun's face, Gu Changsheng was at a loss for words.

At this time, there was an angry voice from the door.

"Lin Yun, if I'm not wrong, the bamboo slips you got should be a magic technique that has been lost for a hundred years. Your little uncle did the calculations right, and you have gained a lot."

Everyone in the room looked at the door, only to see Ling Xiaozi walking in with a smile all over his face, looking in a good mood.

Hearing Ling Xiaozi's words, Gu Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he raised his slightly lowered head again.

Ling Xiaozi walked into the room, looked at the bamboo slips carefully, and finally nodded: "I guessed right, Lin Yun, you boy is lucky."

Gu Changchang breathed a sigh of relief, patted Zhang Linyun, who was already a little confused, and walked away through the crowd.

The steps were swaggering, and the arrogance was extremely arrogant.

The little Taoist Priest Fangyuan trotted along and followed, his face full of admiration.

……

Early the next morning, Gu Changsheng came to Shan Pavilion as usual, ready to start today's deception... No, fortune-telling.

Sitting at the door, he soon welcomed his first client.

Looking at the cultivator in front of him, Gu Changsheng looked very strange, and asked aloud, "Zhao Qun, why are you here again?"

……

Zhao Qun smiled a little embarrassedly: "I came here to try my luck. I didn't expect that the brothers would give me the opportunity when they saw me. I happened to have something I wanted to ask, so I just had the cheek to do it. Sit down."

At this moment, the little Taoist Priest Fangyuan approached Gu Changsheng's ear and whispered, "There are a lot of people here today, but none of them want to tell their fortunes, and they all say they can't count."

"Isn't our hexagram gold only 10 yuan? Thank you gifts are all based on our ability, there is no regulation. How could it not be counted?" Gu Changsheng frowned, feeling that this statement was extremely absurd.

The little Taoist replied: "They say that others ask for money for fortune-telling, but little uncle, you are desperate for fortune-telling, so you can't afford it."

***
This is slander, blatant slander, the only sentence in Gu Changsheng's mind.

The little Taoist priest Fangyuan didn't notice his expression, and continued: "Some people say that your fortune-telling is a bit like the doctor who cured the hunchback in the joke."

Gu Changsheng's face completely darkened.

He'd heard the joke before.

A doctor said that he cured hunchback with a 100% success rate.So a patient paid for his treatment.

The doctor brought two door panels, put one on the ground, asked the patient to lie on it, and pressed the other door panel on top of the patient.Finally jump up and jump like hell...

The patient's hunchback was cured and his back became straight, but he died.

The patient's family was dissatisfied with the result and asked the doctor to settle the score, but the doctor opened his eyes and said, "You just say whether his back is straight! As for whether he died or not, that's none of my business."

……

"Where does my fortune-telling look like that doctor?" Gu Changsheng asked very dissatisfied.

The little Taoist Fangyuan clapped his fingers and explained to himself.

"You fortune-told Senior Brother Lin Yun and Senior Brother Zhao, and the results were both correct, but both of them almost died; just like that doctor, your fortune-telling is accurate, and you don't care about anything else."

Outrageous!

Gu Changsheng was furious, wouldn't it be good if he did the calculation correctly?What does it have to do with a fortune teller like him!
With a cold snort in his heart, he glanced at the crowd.

Putting away the emotions in his heart, Gu Changsheng turned his gaze to Zhao Qun who had been waiting for a long time, and asked, "It's okay, what do you want to do today?"

"Didn't I re-train, and I have the opportunity to re-select a major Taoism. I am a little uncertain whether to choose the wood system or the metal system, so I want to ask you."

Zhao Qun made a bow, and his attitude was very polite.

When it comes to major matters of cultivation, Gu Changsheng was very cautious, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you choose a new Daojue? I remember that you didn't practice the Fire-type Daojue?"

With a trace of embarrassment on his face, Zhao Qun said in a low voice: "Didn't you also see the effect of the practice... I'm afraid that if I don't change my major to practice Taoism, I will fail the next time I cross the tribulation."

……

Not without reason.

Gu Changsheng was a little bit emotional before, it took him three years to complete the foundation establishment, and after so many years of practice, the result was outrageous.

If it is because it is absolutely inappropriate to major in Taoism, it is justified.

But Gu Changsheng still had some concerns, and continued to say with a frown: "Spells must suit one's own conditions, and there is no fortune-telling to calculate them."

"I also asked the master, and the master said that my physique is relatively...balanced, and I am the same in everything. That's why I wanted to ask you."

A well-balanced physique means mediocre aptitude... Zhao Qun's master is also a wonderful person who knows how to take care of his apprentice's self-esteem.

Having said all this, Gu Changsheng couldn't refuse anymore, so he closed his eyes and began to use the Great Evolution Technique with all his strength.

"Don't tell me, it's not auspicious fortune-telling for my little uncle, but the Dayan Technique really does seem like that."

"Little uncle is also very accurate in divination, it's a pity..."

There were whispers among the crowd of onlookers.

The sound reached Gu Changsheng's ears, and he was so breathless that he was practicing Taoism.

Gathering his mind, he isolated the interference from the outside world and focused on running the Great Evolution Technique.

After a long time, Gu Chang let out a long breath, and the aura in his body stopped vibrating.

Opening his eyes, he looked a little suspicious, but he still gave his answer: "You are suitable for sword cultivation."

"what?"

When Zhao Qun heard this, he doubted his ears.

"Little uncle, I have never used a sword..."

Gu Changsheng shook his head and said nothing.

He didn't bring his own wooden sword, so he looked at the crowd and asked aloud, "Does anyone have a sword? I'll borrow it."

After all, he was looking at the junior uncle, so he still had some face. As soon as Gu Changsheng finished speaking, a monk threw a seven-foot sword over him.

Gu Changsheng made a move, and the sword fell into his hand. After testing the weight of the sword, he nodded.

This is an ordinary iron sword, suitable for light and heavy, even beginners can use it.

Passing the iron sword to Zhao Qun, Gu Changsheng said, "You can dance a few times as you like, to see how you feel."

Zhao Qun took the sword, pulled the sword out of the scabbard very clumsily, and swung it lightly.

Watching him dance the sword, Gu Changsheng's frown relaxed.

Ingeniously not working.

This is how Gu Changsheng feels now.

Zhao Qun did have some talent for swordsmanship, but Gu Changsheng felt bursts of sword intent emanating from him just by waving the iron sword slightly.

"The speed of the sword is faster, and the strength of the sword is stronger."

Gu Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, and spoke to Zhao Qun.

Zhao Qun did as he was told, and his speed increased a lot. The sound of the Xuantie sword piercing through the air became one piece, causing the surrounding audience to exclaim.

The cultivator who borrowed the sword felt the intent of the sword in the field, and his face was full of surprise: The sword in other people's hands seems to be much more powerful than in his own...

No one expected that Zhao Qun had such a talent for sword training.

Seeing Zhao Qun's miraculous performance, the quick-witted person has already looked at Gu Changsheng.

Their hearts were full of enthusiasm, and they planned to come early tomorrow to grab a seat.

Gu Changsheng sat on the chair, opened the water fan and fanned it lightly, lowered his head and took a sip of the tea, looking like a fairy in the world.

"Okay, put away the sword, and swing the sword three thousand times every morning and evening."

Looking at Zhao Qun who was sweating profusely, Gu Changsheng said calmly.

Zhao Qun's state has fallen, and his body is weak. He has been exhausted for so long with his sword dancing.

Hearing the little master's words, his movements slowed down.

At this time, a scene beyond everyone's expectations appeared in front of them.

Unable to withstand the ravages of the sword intent, the iron sword suddenly shattered.

The incident happened suddenly, Zhao Qun was exhausted again, and the fragments of the iron sword pierced into his body.

Gu Changsheng drank the tea from his mouth and spat it out in one gulp.

He came to Zhao Qun's side in a blink of an eye, took out the pill and fed it to him.

Seeing the little Taoist priest standing still, Gu Changsheng yelled in a low voice, "What are you doing in a daze, are you looking to see if there is a medical center or something?"

The little Taoist priest Fangyuan just woke up from a dream, and pointed to the guidebook blankly: "It's less than 500 meters to the south."

Gu Changsheng mentioned that Zhao Qun used his body to transform into wind, and took him to the hospital.

At the door of the fan pavilion, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After a long time, someone in the crowd made a sound.

"Little uncle's fortune-telling is indeed fatal..."

　I have been suffering from a cold and low fever for the past two days, and I didn’t fall asleep last night, my body couldn’t bear it anymore...

　　I'm really sorry, yesterday and today were both [-] words, and tomorrow will be [-] if nothing unexpected happens.

　　After the cold is cured, the [-] update will be resumed...

　　Ps. It is the first time to try [-] chapters, to see the reactions of readers...

　　
　
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