The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 150 Meet the Sword Holder, the First Guest of the Gua Hall (Da Zhang asks for a guaranteed monthly ticket)
Huh?News?Is it Xin Yaoguang, or in the "group"?

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows, and sat in the shop on the square wooden chair that was originally left behind, and saw the light ink words appearing on the Taoist scriptures:

[Zhao Yuanyang: Huh?Why are there so many names on this paper?In a row at the top? 】

It's news from the group... Ji Ping'an was not surprised, showing a pleasant smile.

The most important function of the Taoist scriptures presented by Xin Yaoguang is actually "communication".After asking Jiang Jiang, he discovered a new usage of Taoism:
That is to say, Taoism can be copied by itself, without other abilities, it can only be used as a "swan goose pass book".

And to send text, it needs to consume the user's own spiritual energy.

To put it simply, what Ji Pingan holds is the "Mother Page of Taoism", and what he sends out is the "Sub Page". When they are kneaded together, it becomes something like a "chat group".

Before leaving Shendu, Ji Pingan ordered Huang He to send "subpages" to Tianjiao of several sects.

The purpose is also very simple:
Through communication with these people, they can exchange and grasp more information. Ji Ping'an has no skills and is only in Yuhang, but he also needs a channel for the movements of other state capitals.

A group of people have established intersections with each other in the Dao 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 Tianjiao, in another hundred years, each other will become the successors of their respective sects.

Then... a group of future representatives of the sect would form a circle alone, and it would be perfectly normal.

Therefore, after learning that Ji Ping'an had the means to communicate thousands of miles away, everyone readily agreed.

Today, there are a total of 10 people in the entire "group", each sending two representatives.

However, during this period of time, they were either busy on their way, or retreated to digest the harvest of the grand prize, and did not chat privately.

The "group chat" function was only activated by Ji Ping'an in the morning, and a group of people probably haven't reacted yet.

Sure enough, following Zhao Yuanyang's first message, the entire simplified version of the "chat group" suddenly became lively.

[Han Qingsong: Could it be that this is the 'group' mentioned earlier?To write directly is to appear in the group, and if you want to message someone alone, you can just touch the name at the top... right? 】

Tsk, you're still fishing, little boy... Ji Ping'an was very impressed with this handsome scholar who looked like a boy and a girl, and knew that the best way to provoke him was to treat him like a girl...

[Zhong Tongjun: You can’t ask directly like this, the reference is not clear, who do you want to ask, and you have to draw a symbol, just like this@ Ji平安]

The female musicians were more careful than the men in the group, remembering the "communication rules" conveyed by Huang He back then.

Seeing this, Ji Ping'an used his finger as a substitute for the pen, and crossed into Lingsu to write the text:

[Ji Pingan: What Zhong Daoyou said is good, everyone can speak freely here in the future]

[Qu Chuchen: Wonderful, this heavenly book is really mysterious, um, since it can write handwriting, can it also outline paintings? 】

As he said that, the young painter quickly drew up a bunch of splendid bouquets, which attracted everyone's amazement.

The original emoji... Ji Pingan smiled, thinking that this earthy flower would be perfect with a dynamic "Good morning family"...

[Zhao Yuanyang: @吉平安, have you arrived in Yuhang yet, wait for me to go and find you to play]

The little girl is learning and selling now.

During this period of time, she retreated in the Beast Master Sect, and then according to Luan Yu's arrangement, she would come to Yuhang City to "experience".

Ji Pingan thought about it, but didn't hide anything, and replied that he had arrived, but did not report the exact location.

We still need to be more cautious, but with the power of the Beastmaster Sect in Lanzhou, if we really want to go to war to investigate him, it is indeed difficult to hide it.

Zhao Yuanyang was very happy immediately, and he was looking forward to going to Yuhang for training.

In the other room, Zhao Yuanji, who was also silently watching the screen, had a face like a lemon, and gritted his teeth.

[Holy Son: Huh?Is this a group? It’s quite interesting. It just so happens that my holy son has now entered the Qingzhou territory. He happened to kill a river demon and gained the respect and worship of a group of people. You don’t have to envy me, kill demons and eliminate demons It is what my Taoist cultivator should do, no need to praise, really no need...]

No... This year is not hundreds of years ago when demons were rampant. How could you bump into so many monsters... I'm afraid you didn't search for them deliberately when you went to a place, and used them to show off your holiness...

Everyone complained in their hearts, seeing through but not telling the truth.

The Holy Son has already led the team into Qingzhou?
That's right, Qingzhou is closer to Zhongzhou, and further to the east is Donghai Prefecture. However, since Ji Pingan promoted it as a national teacher in the past, the remaining monsters in the East China Sea have rarely come ashore. in a state of isolation from the mainland.

Therefore, the Holy Son's team may have passed Qingzhou, and then went north to Beiguanzhou.

Seeing that there was no movement in the group for a while, the Holy Son confidently thought that it was the group of people who saw their great achievements, felt ashamed and speechless, and couldn't help being very proud.

As for Luo Huaizhu, even though she was also in the group, she never made a fuss. Ji Pingan guessed that she was concentrating on her cultivation and didn't notice at all...in line with the "Taoist" persona.

[Zhao Yuanji: Hehe, didn't you mean sharing information with each other?There is no valuable information at all, it is really boring! 】

The cold and arrogant young man mocked coldly.

The Holy Son felt that he was alluded to: Is it worthless to kill demons and demons?
Just as he was preparing for a long speech, Ji Pingan spoke:
[It's only been a short while since Lingsu recovered, and the next period of time may be the blowout stage of Jianghu incident. 】

He comforted him first, and then said:

[However, before this, it is not that there is no information to share. Piru Guoshi once told me some secrets about the elders of the teachers here]

Master... the secret of the elders? !
Seeing this line of writing, the group of people became energetic. Even Zhao Yuanji, who was deliberately provoking trouble, and the pretentious Son of God pricked up their ears.

It is human nature to be obsessed with gossip.

Especially gossip about people close to you... Just think, who wouldn't want to hear the gossip secrets of the elders?
It just so happened that Ji Ping'an lived for 1000 years, nothing else, but knew countless secrets.

Although most of them involve higher levels and are ancient.

But when he retreated in his later years and studied astrology, in order to polish the "Da Yan Tian Ji Jue", he did frequently practice with experts from various factions, and pry into each other's secrets through astrology.

Immediately wrote:
[For example, why is Qi Hongmian grumpy and irritable?And always wear the same outfit?This is related to a humiliating experience when she was 15 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, just because he flirted with a female monk. 】

Han Qingsong and Qin Leyou, who was diving to watch the screen, were short of breath, and the hands holding the clone of the Taoist scriptures shook.

[For example, there is a secret door hidden in the former residence of the saint of painting in Molin, which was left by Zhang Sengyao, the saint of painting in the past. It contains his authentic works, which he was not willing to break during the battle of becoming a saint. picture scroll]

Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun suddenly stood up, unable to calm down.

[For example, when Xin Yaoguang was a young girl, she lived in Qin Tianjian for a short time, and once left a diary, which recorded a lot of content. If it was made public, it would be enough to ruin her reputation]

In the Qingzhou inn, Shengzi's excited eyes sparkled, his whole body convulsed with excitement, and typed:
【Say it!Speak carefully! 】

A group of people echoed and started swiping the screen, but Ji Pingan smiled lightly and said:

[These secrets are of great value, how can they be shared for free, everyone must try their best to collect information, and you can exchange information with me later]

See the picture poorly.

Ji Ping'an just wants to use the countless secrets in his stomach to whet his appetite and let the talents 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 dynamics of the state capitals, Ji Pingan can use past memories and "astrology" to make deduction.

Solve the situation of insufficient intelligence acquisition for the remaining state capitals.

It's a pity that Southern Tang and Yaoman are too far away, and they are under the control of Buddhism and Yaozu forces respectively, so it is difficult to touch them for the time being, so we can only pay attention to the realm of Dazhou first.

A group of people were cut off like cats scratching their hearts, but they also understood the principle of "fair trade", so they stopped entanglement, and prepared to pay attention to the trend of the world, and then exchanged unimportant information with Ji Pingan.

For a moment, the entire group chat fell silent——

Both are proud of each other, the schedule is full, and there will not be a lot of time.

"Dangdang!"

Just as Ji Pingan folded the Taoist scriptures and was about to put them away, suddenly the back door of the shop was knocked open.

The girl in the pink skirt walked over angrily, and slapped the "sub-page" of the Daoist scriptures on the table in her hand. Yu Yu glared at Ji Pingan:
"What do you mean? Why can't I just talk?"

Yu Yu was furious.

As a saint, she was also in the group. At first, she watched the discussion happily, but then she wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't post it.

Ji Pingan blinked and said innocently: "It may be because of poor signal."

He wouldn't say that he blocked her speech function.

The main reason was that she would lose her mind and reveal the addresses of her group.

Yu Yu looked suspicious and didn't understand, but the girl didn't struggle and asked with great interest:
"What's the matter with my master's diary you said?"

"..."

Tsk, these two traitors that Xin Yaoguang accepted are absolutely dead.

……

……

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 job of cleaning up the house to Huang He, he patted his ass and left Laoliu Street.

Facing the sun that is gradually falling to the west, following the direction in memory, crossing the street, crossing the arch bridge, and releasing Jiang Jiang to let the wind pass through the wind, and finally arrived at the north bank of the Qinhuai River, east of the Confucian Temple, at dusk.

Most of the setting sun was hidden under the horizon, and only a few rays of sunlight passed through the willow trees everywhere in the city and shone on his face wearing a bamboo hat.

"The place you are going to is here? Where is this?"

Next to Ji Ping'an, Jiang Jiang, dressed in a wizard's costume, was floating with an incompatible painting style. His feet hadn't touched 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 existence.

This is some kind of clever Taoist illusion, which can hide her appearance. According to Jiang Jiang's words, only monk Sitting Well can sense her a little, but he can't see her through.

Only the Heaven Watching Realm can see her.

Ji Pingan said "En", looking at the huge building complex in all directions in front of him, he said with emotion:
"Jiangnan Tribute Academy. The place where scholars take scientific examinations is also the largest Gongyuan in Dazhou, which is bigger than the one in the capital of God. Well... you must know about scientific examinations. Scholars in major prefectures, after passing the children's examination, become scholars. , you can enter the local county school to study, and the township examination is held every three years in the tribute colleges in various places. If you pass it, you will be a candidate. As for the higher-level 'general examination', you have to go to Shendu to participate."

Jiang Jiang said:

"The book says that in the past when the Great Zhou established the country, the emperor built this Jiangnan Gongyuan to appease the major gentry in the south of the Yangtze River. There are [-] rooms in it. It is usually used for teaching in county schools."

You know it well... Ji Pingan nodded approvingly.

He ran here specifically, not for scientific research, of course, but to find someone.

To be precise, it is to enable the "hidden officials" of the "dark net" in Yuhang City. Considering that Xin Yaoguang probably has already noticed that he is in charge of the dark net, it is not a secret.

Therefore, he did not shy away from Jiang Jiang.

He walked towards the imposing red-painted gate and said, "Hide it for me too."

Jiang Jiang glanced at him and waved his hand lightly, so Ji Ping'an's body also became translucent, and just like that, he stepped into the tribute courtyard without anyone noticing along the way.

After entering, there are clear water pools on both sides. Walking all the way forward, you can see the houses on the east and west sides.

After walking for a while, there is a river in front of you that divides the Gongyuan into two parts, the front and the back, and a Feihong Bridge across it.

When Ji Pingan walked onto the bridge, the sun had completely set and darkness enveloped Yuhang, and he happened to see a square three-story wooden pavilion in front of him lit up with candles.

……

The Gongyuan is where the county school is located, and the official who manages the county school is named "Xuezheng" and ranks eighth.

When Song Xuezheng was walking towards his court step by step, a number of scholars along the way stopped and saluted one after another, calling him "Xuezheng".

Over fifty years old, Song Juren with awe-inspiring eyes had his hands behind his back, and his light green official robe was clean and tidy without any wrinkles. He nodded slightly as he walked as a response.

The students don't feel neglected, they just feel normal.

It should be known that although the Song family is not a wealthy family, it is a scholarly family with hundreds of years. Although there are few outstanding figures in the family, the heads of generations have all served as officials in the Gongyuan.

It can be said that almost all the scholars in Yuhang are his disciples, and in the past few hundred years, there are more than dozens of famous officials who have come out of Jiangnan Gongyuan?

The so-called heaven, earth, monarch, relatives and teachers, Song Juren only guarded this tribute courtyard, and relying on his connections, he was enough to rank among the big men in Yuhang City.

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that Yuhang's shock was stomped, but the relationships and energy that can be used are indeed impressive.

However, what even the closest family members don't know is that besides the official status of "Xuezheng", Song Juren has another layer of official status.

Even, because he hasn't used it for so long, he sometimes almost forgets it himself.

"Dong dong."

When he stepped on the stairs, walked up the Mingyuan Building step by step, arrived at his own court, and raised his hand to push open the door, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I was shocked to see that in the dim room, behind my own desk, there was a figure wearing a bamboo hat, reading a book, as if trying to relieve boredom.

"who?"

Song Xuezheng was startled, and retreated subconsciously, just because the other party's attire really didn't look like a scholar, but more like a Jianghu person.

However, while he was retreating, the double wooden doors behind him suddenly closed automatically, no matter how he pulled it, they would not move, as if welded to death by an invisible force.

Song Xuezheng's heart trembled, he vaguely realized something, and saw the man behind the desk slowly put down the scroll.

With a snap of his fingers, the candlestick on the table ignited by itself, and the warm yellow light illuminated the penholder, inkstone, scroll, and antique porcelain vase on the bookshelf behind it...

And the man in the bamboo hat, but the face under the bamboo hat that seems to be shrouded in mist is the only one that can't be seen.

And as the bamboo hat man uttered the next sentence, this big man in Yuhang City suddenly changed his face:
"Yuhang Yinguan, Song Qinglian?"

Hidden official!

Song Qinglian felt his scalp explode, and a numbness went down his spine, piercing through Tianling.

Like Han Bachi, Song Qinglian also hid it for too long, and because he was in the officialdom and not a practitioner, he was suddenly discovered and buried in his heart. The deepest secret, the whole person was awed by a huge horror.

There are many thoughts in my mind, I am not sure who is coming and how to know my identity.

It wasn't until Ji Pingan threw a jade tablet on the table and illuminated it by candlelight that a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the eyes of this eighth-rank civil servant.

A few steps forward, with slightly trembling hands, he held up the jade tablet carefully and looked at it for a long time. His heart was beating wildly, his Adam's apple was rolling, suppressing the turbulent emotions, staring at the black mist under the bamboo hat, he said the "signature" in a low voice. :
"My son Wang Teng."

... Ji Pingan was silent for a while, and said:
"The posture of the great emperor."

Song Qinglian's face suddenly flushed red, and the whole person was unable to maintain his demeanor due to the huge shock. He put his legs together, bowed deeply, and said with the most pious and solemn gesture:
"Song Qinglian, the hermit official of the nine generations of Yuhang, see the sword-bearer!"

Dark Net Swordsman!
This "superior" that he only knew about from his late father, but never met before, is also the real "core" of the dark web that must spare no effort to complete the other party's request in the mission of the secret official of the dark web.

Song Qinglian never thought that in this way, on such an occasion, he would see the legendary sword-wielder for the first time in his life, and he felt mixed feelings for a while.

Ji Ping'an leaned back in the mahogany armchair, folded his hands, looked at the other party as usual, his pupils overflowed with blue light, and used spells to spy on the other party's emotional changes.

After confirming that this "mortal" hidden official was only in shock and awe and had no evil intentions, Ji Pingan slightly nodded and said:
"Get up and answer."

Song Qinglian hurriedly stood up cautiously, lowered his hands nervously, and asked:
"May I ask what your lord's order is?"

No questioning, no pleasantries, straight to the point... Ji Pingan was quite satisfied, and directly expressed his intentions:
"Investigate the fall of the flying star the day before yesterday, whether there are wreckage, and the recent changes in the world. You must collect information. Any abnormalities in the city, regardless of events or people... must be reported."

Anomalies in the city?

Song Qinglian was secretly frightened. It is conceivable that the sword-wielding swordsman who has not been seen in the world for decades can personally pay attention and start a dark web investigation. It is conceivable that it is absolutely extraordinary.

"Subordinates, remember!"

Song Qinglian immediately agreed, saying: "After the investigation, if you find anything, how should you report it to your lord?"

Ji Pingan said indifferently: "I will come to look for you from time to time."

This means that the sword bearer will be permanently stationed in Yuhang?Song Qinglian interpreted the meaning behind it, and respectfully agreed.

But there was no sound of people for a long time, and when he carefully raised his head, he was surprised to find that the person in the bamboo hat had long since disappeared from the room, and even the jade plaque on the table had disappeared at some point.

Everything just now was like a dream.

Song Qinglian was not surprised. Knowing that this was a practice method, he staggered back to the table and sat down, panting heavily, only to realize that his forehead and back were covered in cold sweat.

He is just a mortal, and what he is good at is the officialdom, the rules of the "white way", which is completely opposite to Han Bachi, who is in power in the underground world.

The frightened feeling subsided slightly. At this time, there were footsteps and knocks on the door, and then a crisp female voice:

"Daddy."

Song Qinglian hurriedly straightened his clothes and regained his composure: "Come in."

Squeak, the door opened, and a young girl of twenty-eight years old with delicate features walked in, carrying a mahogany food box, said with a smile:

"Mother made chicken soup. Seeing that you haven't come home, I brought you some."

Song Qinglian shook his head: "You want to come out for a stroll."

Sending soup, the work of servants in the mansion, how can there be an only daughter to deliver it in person.

Master Xuezheng saw through his daughter's small thoughts at a glance, and couldn't help sighing:

"Why do you want to have fun all day long, learn more from Second Sister Pei, as long as you can learn two or three points, you can rest assured as a father."

He knew that his daughter had a close relationship with the second Miss Pei, that talented woman from all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Miss Song puffed her cheeks, put down the food box, lifted the lid and said:

"My daughter is not bad, and Mrs. Pei has been living in peace for the past two days, so I didn't bother."

"What happened to Mrs. Pei?"

Song Qinglian was surprised, he hadn't heard the news, "Could it be the third son Pei so what?"

Not long ago, Pei Qian returned from God's Capital, which caused a small commotion in Yuhang elite circles.

No one expected that Pei Sanshao, who was walking the rivers and lakes for the first time, would end up at the end of the grand prize and get on the line with the arrogances of the five major sects.

One must know that although the Pei clan is a big family, the clan also has many martial arts practitioners, which are not weaker than the general sects.

But compared with the five major sects, it is completely unqualified.

Miss Song read brokenly:
"It's not him. It's said that Patriarch Pei has been away for a long time, but he hasn't returned yet, and he hasn't received any letters. I don't know the details."

Song Qinglian squinted his eyes, and secretly made a note of this, and prepared to issue an order to investigate through the dark net.

"Huh?" Miss Song showed surprise, "Why are you sweating so much? Your clothes are still wrinkled."

Although it is midsummer, it is not hot today, especially with my father's character of obsessive-compulsive disorder, usually his clothes are not wrinkled or dirty.

Song Qinglian picked up the spoon, drank the chicken soup to cover up: "It's nothing."

Miss Song was suspicious, and the delicate girl murmured in her heart: Daddy is so weird today.

……

……

There is no agreement on the method of conveying information. First, Ji Pingan has not thought of a suitable channel. Second, he also needs to investigate Song Qinglian.

After all, Ji Pingan couldn't be sure if Han Hu intercepted and killed him back then, whether the Yuhang darknet also needed to be repaired.

When I returned to Laoliu Street, it was already dark. After a few people's hard work all afternoon, the whole small courtyard could not be said to have a new look, but it was no problem to live there.

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, while Huang He and Mu Yaoyao stayed behind to renovate the shop.

Three days later, the newly renovated shop officially opened. The name of "Gua Guan" was chosen by Ji Pingan, and it was called "Yi Jing Zhai".

Neighbors on the same street came to congratulate, and one of them opened a calligraphy and painting shop, and the small-eyed owner who resembled Lin Yongjian said with emotion:
"Boss Li is young, he doesn't want to have the ability of divination, and he is still a Taoist master, so I'm sorry, but the name of this shop is probably a bit high-brow."

High EQ statement: high-spirited and low-spirited.

Translation of low emotional intelligence: rubbish.

The owner of calligraphy and painting is not optimistic about Ji Ping'an's shop for three reasons.

One is the location, the whole store is a little bit off, but considering that it is a divination restaurant and the food is not crowded, it is not a big problem.

The key is that people are too young, as the saying goes, "You can't do things well if you don't talk about it." These days, the people's demand for divination and divination is still very strong, but Ji Ping'an is too young, so it is difficult to be convincing.

On the contrary, if an old man with a long beard wears a Taoist robe and looks like a fairy, he will feel capable at first glance.

The third is the name of the shop. If you don't explain it, you can't understand it. It's not clear enough.

It's like writing a storybook novel, the title of the book is inexplicable, who can understand?On the contrary, the title of the book is directly: Return of the God of War, I found my daughter living in a kennel...

Absolutely a hit.

Ji Pingan smiled and said nothing, not caring about the success or failure of the business.

He even wished that the business would be bad, and then every time a business came to his door, practitioners would be involved, that would be good.

If the business is too good, it will cause a bunch of trivial matters, and he will be annoyed to death.

Once the firecrackers were all set off, even if it opened, Ji Pingan stepped into the store and sat down.

Huang He moved out a hexagram table and placed it at the door of the store. On it was a holder with hexagram sticks inserted, and underneath was a cloth embroidered with Taiji pictures, with a big "gua" character written in it.

This is called "real thing cover", that is to say, when people see this thing from a distance, they 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 his divination uses astrolabe deduction, but this year the moon star official is exclusive to the imperial court, so in order to conceal his identity, he is a Taoist priest on the surface, and he uses Taoist fortune-telling. method.

But speaking of it, the "astrology" of the star official system was indeed evolved by him based on the hexagrams of Taoism back then, and it came from the same source, but astrology is more accurate and mysterious.

"My lord, I'll be busy later." Huang He said.

Ji Pingan nodded. On the first day, he decided to sit in the church himself, but saw an old woman walking in the door.

Not a stranger, but also a neighbor of Laoliu Street, her husband's family name is Wang, her husband died early, and her only son was a young daughter-in-law who married only two years ago.

"Aunt Wang, what's the matter? Come to take care of my business?" Ji Pingan greeted with a smile.

Aunt Wang is a typical commoner, with gray hair, sitting on the stool opposite him, with a reserved expression: "Mr. Li, are you really good at fortune-telling?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Not like it?"

Aunt Wang didn't say a word, obviously thinking that he was too young and unreliable.

Ji Pingan had a down-to-earth personality in his previous life, and said with a smile:

"How about this, as the No.1 guest, I won't charge you, and I 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 worried face:

"This is the horoscope of my daughter-in-law's birthday. The little daughter-in-law has been married for more than two years. Her stomach didn't respond at all, and she couldn't even lay half an egg. I went to the doctor in the hospital to see it. Use, when do you think the old woman can hold a grandson? Is there any show?"

Heh... Not being able to have a child may not be the daughter-in-law's problem, it may also be your son's inability... Ji Pingan complained in his heart.

But the feudal dynasties were like this. Although he also took many measures to improve the status of women, in the final analysis, due to the constraints of productivity and production relations, some things cannot be changed by him as a national teacher.

Do you really think that with a bunch of modern technology, you can run into modern civilization?The difficulty is higher than Ascension Immortal Realm.

Therefore, among the people, fertility problems are often blamed on women ignorantly.

Ji Pingan didn't feel that this kind of problem had anything to do with "practice", but he still sighed softly when he looked at the expectant eyes of the old woman.

Pick up the birth date horoscope, convert it into the corresponding "star" in my heart, and simply perform astrology.

On the surface, he raised his wrist and pretended to pinch.

Then he let out a sigh, glanced at the old woman unexpectedly, and said:

"At the latest in early winter, at the earliest in early autumn, you will be able to conceive."

Aunt Wang was overjoyed, with a smile on her face: "Mr. Li, you didn't coax me?"

Ji Pingan smiled and pushed back the note: "If you are not allowed, you can come to me when the time comes."

Aunt Wang was overjoyed, she thanked her repeatedly and left.

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop at the door of the shop shook his head and left, feeling more and more that this little boss was unreliable.

He had seen a lot of fortune tellers, and even the most famous "Zhou Banxian" in Yuhang City didn't dare to be so sure.

It's not long before early autumn, and even if it's winter, it won't be a few months, and you won't be able to conceive by then, so the old Mrs. Wang will come to make trouble to see what you will do.

Fortune-telling pays attention to ambiguity, how can it be so conclusive?Still too young.

Ji Pingan didn't care what his neighbors thought, picked up his teacup and took a sip, looked at the deserted gate without worry, and practiced silently with his eyes closed.

……

There were no other guests all morning, and after lunch at noon, Ji Pingan came back and continued to sit in the hall, which would not delay his cultivation anyway.

As a result, this time, after waiting for a long time, a young lady came to the door, looked at the plaque of "Yi Jing Zhai" from a distance, seemed a little uncertain, hesitated for a long time, and then walked in carefully.

When he saw Ji Ping'an, he was startled slightly, and retreated a little, but Ji Ping'an opened his eyes and said with a smile:

"The guest has something to do?"

Seeing this, the little lady was embarrassed to leave, so she had to bite the bullet and come in and sit opposite.

She is about 24 or [-] years old, wearing a common gray-blue sarong, and judging from her hair accessories, she is already married, which is normal in this age.

The appearance is fairly beautiful, a little timid, and belongs to the typical "little girl in the south of the Yangtze River".

Irritated brows, dull complexion, emotional disturbance, strong worry and worry... Well, there is a high probability that something happened... Ji Pingan made a simple judgment from his face.

The little lady hesitated for a while, but said softly:

"I've heard people say that a divination center has been newly opened here. I don't know how much it will cost to find someone good or bad."

Ji Pingan pointed to the price item on the table:
"Birth, old age, sickness and death, weddings and funerals, wind and rain, dreams, palmistry... Marriage and business... ten pennies once, if you look at the house's feng shui, the price will be calculated separately. In addition, this shop uses divination to see fate. Not welcome."

The little lady ignored what was said later, and was relieved when she saw the price of Shiwen. She felt that it was very cheap, and said worriedly:
"It's like this. My husband works in the bodyguard bureau in the city. He went out of the city to walk the bodyguard a few days ago. 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 bodyguard bureau a few times, and people said that no one came back. ……I……"

She didn't continue to speak, her eyes were already red.

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.

Immediately, he smiled and threw out three copper coins, staring at his "first guest" in the true sense, and said:

"Let's do a divination."

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ps: The typo was changed first and then changed, this chapter is full of foreshadowing. .

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