Fortune Teller

"The Master said: At thirty you will be established; at forty you will not be confused; at fifty you will know your destiny..."

In the school, the crisp sound of children reading could be heard.

A white-haired figure on crutches walked past the school. The figure was slender and had a face like a crown jewel. He also held a cloth flag in his hand and read: Side characters, Suan Guo.

Pedestrians passing by showed contempt when they saw the words on the banners.

"Where does this charlatan come from? He even wrote the words wrong and still dares to test the words and tell fortunes?"

The white-haired figure glanced at the passers-by, with a disapproving look on his face, and shouted: "There is a god three feet above my head. I am the best at fortune-telling. I seek wealth for the sake of profit, and I know what is in my heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pedestrians around him all started to avoid him. They all avoided the white-haired figure like a tiger or a leopard, fearing that this charlatan would entangle them and ask for money.

"I'm a fortune teller, not a beggar, why are you hiding so far away?" The white-haired figure sneered, stopped shouting, and walked straight to the tavern at the end of the road.

It was still early in the morning and the tavern had just opened.

The waiter at the door opened his mouth and yawned, then saw a white-haired figure walking leisurely into the store.

"Old man, what do you want to eat? Our store has beef and mutton, bamboo leaves, green knives, and grilled knives..."

Just as he was talking, the waiter came around to the white-haired figure. When he saw his appearance, he showed a look of shock, and even forgot the usual words!

The white-haired old man in front of him was clearly a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was still a bit immature, and the beard around his mouth had not grown.

"Waiter, please have one portion of each of the most expensive dishes. In addition, give me a bowl of the famous broad-cut noodles in your store first," the white-haired young man said repeatedly, "I'm hungry after walking all night. !”

"You are kidding me," the waiter muttered while wiping the table: "The wide-cut noodles in our restaurant are a new dish that the chef just made two days ago. We haven't even had time to include the recipe yet. How can it be famous far and wide?"

"If you are not famous now, you will be famous in the future. Otherwise, why would I come all the way here?" The white-haired young man glared at the waiter, "Stop talking nonsense and let the cook do it quickly. I'm very hungry."

The waiter didn't dare to be nagging anymore and hurriedly walked into the backyard.

Soon, a bowl of hot noodle soup was served, and the rich aroma hit the tip of his nose. The white-haired young man was so excited that he immediately picked up his chopsticks and started swallowing.

Outside the tavern, an old man and a young man appeared at some unknown time.

The old man has gray hair and a withered face, but there is a divine light between his eyes, as if he is an immortal who has existed in the world for a long time.

"Ayue, the person who can save your life is in the store." The old man said solemnly.

The girl's face was pale, and her pretty face could not conceal her deathly aura. "Grandpa, what I was poisoned by was an ice snake poison. Can anyone really cure it?"

"If others can't, he can certainly do it." A hint of reluctance flashed in the old man's eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant. "If he couldn't save you, he wouldn't have appeared in this tavern."

An old man and a young man walked into the tavern. In the huge hall, only the white-haired young man was eating and drinking without caring about his image.

"I once learned from ancient books that there is a clan in the world, which calls itself the Destiny Clan." The old man smiled and looked at the girl beside him, "Ayue, do you know what the Destiny Clan is?"

The girl shook her head, "I've heard of both the Qiang people in the north and the Yi people in the south. But the Destiny people? It seems I've never heard of them."

"What a destiny clan, we should call it a short-lived clan." The white-haired young man snorted coldly and continued to eat the food. His palms were stained with oil and he didn't care.

"As the saying goes: Standing at thirty, no confusion at forty, knowing destiny at fifty, and the destiny clan knows destiny from birth, similarly, they are born to be fifty years old." At this point, the old man glanced at the white-haired man meaningfully The young man said, "Ah Yue, the young master in front of you seems to be about the same age as you, but in fact, he is actually sixty-five or six years old!"

"Ah, if they are born to be fifty years old, wouldn't it mean that they can only live for one or twenty years?" the girl exclaimed.

Seventy-year-olds are rare in ancient times. How many people in the world can live to be seventy years old? The Destiny clan has also been deprived of fifty years of life, how many more years can they live?

"That's right, this clan has insight into the secrets of heaven and has the ability to change destiny against the will of heaven, so the heavens punished them by depriving the Tianming clan of fifty years of life," the old man said, as if he knew the destiny clan well, "Ayue, you Think about it, can someone who even God is jealous of save your life?"

"Of course it is possible." The girl stared at the white-haired young man with wide eyes and round eyes, with a look of anticipation on her face.

"Don't look at me, I can't even save myself," the white-haired young man waved his hand and pointed to the cloth banner behind him, "If you can't save your life, you can do a word test."

"Okay, I'll take a calligraphy test."

The old man strode forward, swiped his fingers on the desk a few times, and carved out a clear text.

If the knights in the world saw this method, they would be shocked.

With just one finger, you can carve handwriting on a hardwood table without causing any noise. Even a master who specializes in finger strength may not be able to do it.

"Good calligraphy." The white-haired young man raised his head and took a look. "The pen is like a dragon and a snake. As the saying goes, a little bit is suspended in the air and the dust is collected. The alphabet of the old man is well written and wonderfully written!"

"Hey, hey, hey, do you know how to read?" The girl quickly stepped forward, pointed at the handwriting on the desk and shouted, "This is obviously a poisonous word."

The white-haired young man seemed a little embarrassed and touched his nose, "When a woman is poisoned, it hurts just like giving birth to a baby. In fact, it's almost the same."

"You're the one who wants to give birth!" The girl obviously had a bad temper. When she heard the young man's nonsense, she almost rushed up and slapped him, but luckily she was stopped by the old man.

"Ah Yue, please don't rush into me, sir." The old man bowed to the white-haired young man, "The Destiny clan was deprived of fifty years of their lifespan when they were born, and they were ignorant before they were five years old. The total number of years they have truly lived is nothing. How can I learn to read and write in ten years?”

"But no matter what word I write, sir, you know what I want!" The old man said solemnly, "May I ask, sir, if there is an explanation for this word?"

The white-haired young man raised his head and stared at the girl, "The poison of the ice snake has penetrated into the bone marrow. If you had come a few days earlier, there would be herbs on the North Mountain that could cure you, but now..."

The old man and the girl couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen carefully.

"Ahem, actually, I know a coffin shop that has a fine pair of golden nanmu. If you mention my name, you can get a 20% discount." The white-haired young man shook his head, "There is a coffin shop three hundred miles away. Shanzhen, the one on the east side of the street.”

"Sir, please save my granddaughter's life." The old man's face suddenly darkened.

Why is this young man in front of me completely different from what is recorded in ancient books?

Could it be that he spent thousands of taels of silver and went through all kinds of troubles to ask the miracle doctor Lu Xiang for advice, only to end up with a charlatan?

That’s not right either, the old man immediately shook his head.

What a charlatan, how could he tell at a glance that the girl had been poisoned by the ice snake?