Hsu Fengnian rubbed his forehead and stood up, but he didn't leave.
It was the Mount Hui woman who had walked out of Lv Zuting. Even though she wasn't wearing her world-shaking purple robes today, a certain Jianghu person with good status still recognized her first.
Then, she was like a flood dragon entering an ant's nest. The people in front of her couldn't help but move to the side.
Yuchi Liangfu stopped and cupped his fists with a smile. "Alliance Master Xuanyuan."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng turned a deaf ear to him and walked past the three of them.
Yuchi Liangfu also seemed to be used to this. He stood in place and waited for the owner of the Moonless Tower to walk a dozen steps away before continuing to walk forward.
Yuchi Niuquan couldn't help but turn his head and glance at her. That legendary woman who had made countless heroes of Liyang River submit to her purple robes.
Of the Thirteen Champions of Auspicious Talisman, she alone held three of them.
It was rumored that she had once rejected the current emperor, and even rumored that she comprehended immortality by watching the snow for a night on the Bull Mound.
Yuchi Niuquan murmured in a small voice, "She really is a beautiful woman, but cold as ice."
Yuchi Liangfu hurriedly glared at his daughter.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked straight to the old Daoist's stall. The latter swallowed his saliva and didn't know what to do.
She looked down at the silent Elder Immortal Wu and calmly asked, "Is it effective?"
The old Daoist wasn't blind, nor was he deaf. After learning of this beautiful woman's unique identity, he didn't have the guts to have any devious thoughts even if he were to suddenly become a true Daoist Daoist Master.
Xuanyuan Ziyi's mood swings in the Great Snow Plateau were known to almost everyone in Liyang.
She dared to obstruct Wang Xianzhi of Martial Emperor City on Guangling River. She dared to obstruct the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian, outside Great Peace City. She dared to obstruct Cao Changqing outside Great Peace City.
She dared to act so crazily because she was Xuanyuan Ziyi.
No matter how big Liyang River was, how many people could be so unreasonable and crazy?
Thus, when the old Daoist heard her question, he braced himself and replied with trepidation, "Reporting to Alliance Master, it's not very effective."
He really didn't dare to boast. If he didn't meet her requirements, wouldn't he be digging his own grave with a hoe?
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's lips twitched. "Oh?"
The old Daoist knew that things were not going well. He quickly said, "It works most of the time, but I can't guarantee that it will work every time!"
Hsu Fengnian, who was watching from the side, admired the old Taoist's quick-wittedness from the bottom of his heart. In any kind of swindling in the world, the most important thing was to be able to make the words sound. Only then could one be in an invincible position.
Ordinary people couldn't do technical work.
Unfortunately, he was embarrassingly short of money and had no way to reward her.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was expressionless. He reached out and grabbed the bamboo tube that contained 108 marriage sticks. He raised his arm slightly and shook it gently.
Her wrist, which was as smooth as jade, slowly twisted.
Every time the pot turned, the old Daoist's heart would tremble.
In the past, it meant that he would receive a hundred copper coins, but now, it was very likely that he would lose his life.
Finally, a stick jumped out of the bamboo tube.
After she twisted it, she slowly said, "'Two lives in one body, a lonely shadow'. What number is it?"
The old Daoist even had the thought of dying.
Did this lousy stick still need him to interpret it?
The old Daoist almost collapsed on the bench. He said with a trembling voice, "It's the eighty-fourth lot."
On the verge of death, the old Daoist suddenly had an idea. He gathered his courage and said loudly, "Alliance Master! This is exactly the kind of situation where it doesn't work! "
Many kind-hearted pilgrims nearby broke out in cold sweat for the old Daoist.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng threw the stick back into the bamboo tube and continued to turn it.
The old Daoist stared at the bamboo tube without blinking. He muttered in his heart, praying to all the immortals, buddhas, and bodhisattvas. Not to mention the Zhenwu Great Emperor in Wudang, he didn't even forget the local temple in his hometown in River Province.
However, when the woman said the second lot, the old Daoist's heart was completely dead.
"Hoping for a fish from a tree, but in the end, you won't get it."
She still asked, "What number is it?"
The sweat-drenched old Daoist sighed softly and said weakly, "It's the fifty-fourth lot."
She held the stick in one hand and the tube in the other. She didn't throw the stick back into the tube, nor did she say anything. She narrowed her long and narrow red phoenix eyes.
The old Daoist lowered his head and said dejectedly, "My lot isn't working."
The old Daoist didn't even dare to call himself a poor Daoist anymore.
She secretly glanced elsewhere. After a moment of hesitation, she began to shake the bamboo tube for the third time.
A bamboo stick gently fell on the table.
The old Daoist closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
He heard the cold voice above his head. "Divination determines doubts. If you don't doubt, how can you divine?"
The old Daoist, who was already on the verge of collapse, was in a daze. He didn't come back to his senses for a moment.
Someone replied on his behalf, "The eleventh lot, the middling lot."
The old Daoist, who finally came back to his senses, was ecstatic. He said in a heart-wrenching voice, "Alliance Master! It's a neutral lot. It's really a neutral lot! "
The old Daoist cried tears of joy.
The world was like this. After going through the gates of hell and returning to the world of the living, he believed that as long as he had a mouthful of cold water to drink and a cold steamed bun to eat, it would already be a great blessing.
She sank into contemplation. After smiling, she unexpectedly shook the bamboo tube for the fourth time. Everyone said that things shouldn't be done more than three times, but she still shook the bamboo tube for the fourth time.
This time, the old Daoist, who had probably resigned himself to fate, somehow found the energy to look left and right, trying to find the benefactor who previously helped him explain the lot.
However, it was difficult to find in the vast sea of people.
This time, after Xuanyuan Qingfeng drew the bamboo stick, he didn't report the contents of the lot. Instead, he looked at it and handed it to the old Daoist. Like the most ordinary person who asked for a lot, he asked, "What's the meaning?"
The old Daoist trembled as he took the bamboo stick. He answered loudly, "Winning lot! Winning lot! Winning lot … "
The old Daoist only repeatedly signed the two words in a loud voice.
She didn't get angry. After waiting for the old Daoist to calm down a bit, she continued to ask, "What's the meaning?"
The old Daoist raised his sleeve to wipe his tears. He stood up with difficulty, held the lot with both hands and bowed. With a terrified expression, he said, "Reporting to Alliance Master, this lot is the 96th lot. 'Perhaps ten years, perhaps seven or eight years, perhaps five or six years, perhaps three or four years.' This lot says that when it comes to marriage, haste makes waste. You must wait patiently."
The old Daoist didn't forget to say, "It's not necessarily accurate. It's not necessarily effective."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng neither agreed nor disagreed. He reached out his hand.
The old Daoist hurriedly handed the bamboo stick to this terrifying woman who was like the King of Hell.
Then, she said something that shocked everyone. "Your divination is quite effective. Very good."
She lowered her head and put down the bamboo tube. She took out three lots in succession. Two of them instantly turned into fine powder after leaving the bamboo tube.
As a result, she only left two lots.
She raised her head and looked at the old Daoist who looked like he had just climbed out of an elephant washing pool. After thinking for a bit, she said, "You solved the fourth lot for me."
The old Daoist couldn't help but widen his eyes. His lips were dry.
He heard her slowly say, "One hundred taels of gold, one Daoist secret manual, one house in Beiliang's Lingzhou, and one guest position on Mount Hui. You can choose any one of them."
The old Daoist cried tears of joy again. With tears streaming down his old face, he said, "I want to go to Mount Hui! I want to be a guest in Great Snow Plains! "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng turned and left with a cold expression.
She took the two marriage lots with her.
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