Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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There was no words all night, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was not yet bright, and Ye Chen had already left the small garden.

A new day, a new beginning.

In the early morning, Xianxian Town was thriving and full of vitality. The stalls advocated stalls, grocery shopping, food and drink, various roles staged, and a flourishing scene.

It was the restaurant again, Ye Chen appeared, wearing a robe.

This time, he did not come to drink or to make trouble, but to do business, carrying a table, holding a chair, placed on the left side of the door of the restaurant.

Looking at his table, there is a white cloth spreading on it. There is a picture of Jiugong Bagua and some dense text. There is a stick on one side of the table, and there is a white cloth hanging on the stick. Domineering side leakage reads three big characters: Ye Banxian.

That's right, what Ye Chen did was to count.

Can be sealed as a mortal, but the memory is still there, Zhou Tian ’s evolution is still there, let alone pushing the heavens and earth, not to mention divination for mortals, these things, he is most suitable to do, but for these people, But ca n’t be idle, this is also considered as an alternative practice.

"Heaven and earth conscience, there is nothing I can't do."

Ye Chen sat there, a wretched face, with a folded fan obliquely inserted behind his neck, wearing a Taoist high cap, and holding a duster in his hand. It can be said that there should be some At the beginning of the line, he had all of them, so as not to be too handsome, and to blind the passerby's dog eyes, he also stuck a white beard and gave a mole to his mouth.

"Ye Banxianer?" The passerby raised his eyebrows and looked up and down Ye Chen.

I do n’t know why, I do n’t think it ’s reliable.

"Another pretending to be a ghost."

"It's not good to dress, not to be a **** stick, young and not doing business." An old man walked on with a **** and looked disdainful. It is worth mentioning that he was really dark.

"Donator, you Yintang are black!" Ye Chen said with a beard, meaningful.

"Do you still say?" The old man scolded, "I'm born black, let's talk!"

"Older, less irritable and bad for your health."

"Hey, you little bunny." The old man came up with a violent temper, holding his **** and threatening to clean up Ye Chen. If it was not stopped by a passerby, Ye Chen's stall had probably been lifted.

The episode passes, and passers-by gradually disperse, believing that Ye Chen is a bluff.

Then, Ye Chen became cold and indifferent.

He was not in a hurry, holding his cheeks in his hands, as if it didn't matter whether he had a business or not.

This is a god, an absolute great god.

It ’s not blowing, passers-by on the street, he can see through at a glance, which will be a disaster, which will hit the Grand Canal, he can see clearly, even how much life is left, whether married or not, wife Beautiful, I did it a few times last night, and he cleared it up.

It is embarrassing that no one counts, and no one cares about him.

This is also due to the mortal world. If in the world of monks, God knows that many people will break their heads. When it comes to fortune-telling, Zhou Tian's heirs said that no one would dare to be the first.

Near noon, nobody came.

Ye Chenxu was tired, she lay on the table and fell asleep.

Soon, someone patronized.

This man is an old man. Take a closer look. Isn't it the old man in purple robes who met Ye Chen yesterday? When I heard someone was telling a fortune-telling at the door of the restaurant, I came to see it. I didn't know it. He was shocked when he saw it. He recognized Ye Chen.

Today, he is glorious.

Last night, in accordance with the cracking method given by Ye Chen, the internal force was adjusted, and the rickets have been eliminated. Moreover, the internal force has taken it to a higher level. For him, this is definitely a good fortune.

"Little friend?" Seeing Ye Chen falling asleep, the old man called softly.

Ye Chen was awakened, raised his head, slept with sleepy eyes, wiped his mouth with saliva, and saw the old man in purple robes, so he yawned, "Old man, do you have something to do with me?"

"If the little friend is short of money, he can talk to the old man, why should he be exposed to the sun and suffer here?" The old man laughed. "If the little friend wants to live in our house, it will be good and he will be treated as a guest."

"What do you know? This is called experiencing life." Ye Chen pouted.

The old man in the purple robe smiled, but didn't leave. He just sat down. "I ’m also idle. I'm tired of the little friends and give a divination to the old man. I haven't counted it again for many years."

"It's the test of the birthday character, the good fortune and the bad luck, or the marriage of Feng Shui." Ye Chen said casually.

"Or else, first measure the birthdate character?"

"You are a guest. What you want to measure, it is not up to you."

"Then the birthday character."

"When you look at the good scene, look at Yun Qiao, the golden wind leaves the sycamore tree early. On July 24th, the Yulu fairy flower galaxy is good." Ye Chen leisurely said, still holding his chin in his hands, and said casually.

"What do you mean?" The old man in purple robe said suddenly.

"The year of Renzi, July 24th, Childhood; your five elements are flourishing; the Lord of Heaven is a tree; you must have fire to help, but avoid too much soil, and your life is not bad," Ye Chen said lazily.

Here, the old man's complexion has changed.

No wonder he is so, because he hasn't said his own birthday character, Ye Chen actually knew, and it is accurate, he is not a hexagram, but, like Ye Chen, is the first.

Thinking of this, he looked at Ye Chen tentatively again, "Little friend is still good at divining?"

"It's just fur."

"This is not fur," the old man said excitedly. "Birthday characters are accurate."

"It's a good deal. Just give me some money. When you're done, just stay cool."

"No rush, no rush." ​​The old man sat upright in a hurry. "Trouble the little friend.

"Sorry, the same person only counts once a day."

"That ... the old rottenness will come again tomorrow." The old man in purple robe smiled, stood up a little reluctantly, bowed his hand, turned away, and left a heavy money bag before leaving, but he left, but But he didn't go far. He sat at the window opposite the tea house. It seemed that he was afraid that Ye Chen would run away, but this was a noble man and he had to keep an eye on him.

However, his gift to Ye Chenxing surprised the passers-by.

In Wuxian Town, no one knows that the old man in purple robes is a real martial arts master. He has great prestige, but he is very puzzled by the fortune-telling salute.

"What's the matter, Yang Ge is always saluting a fortune teller."

"This fortune-teller has a long history?"

"Well, it's a play, I'm tricking you into fortune telling."

"Don't make trouble, Yang Ge Lao Nai Yin's predecessor, how could he do such ugly things, he didn't

Lack of money. "

In the debate, Ye Chen became the object of attention.

Many passers-by gathered to give pointers.

Ye Chen calmed down, holding his chin in his hands, bored and drowsy, his eyes swayed from side to side, looking at this side and looking at that side, he always felt like a monkey, and these idle passers-by passers-by were running I came to see the monkeys, and I didn't see any money.

Quietly, it was getting dark.

However, Xianxian Town is still prosperous, the red is more beautiful, and the flowers are beautiful. The night market is the most lively. Everyone is more popular. There is always a family member on the side. Show off something, think about it, it seems that you can't do anything except eat, and, with all your thoughts, where to open a house at night.

Here, the restaurant business is still so good, the people coming in and going out are not simple.

Compared with the boom of restaurants, Ye Chen's business at the door is not ordinary deserted.

Anyone who ran for a drink would look at him before entering the door.

However, it was only a glance and he was not assured that he was a magic stick.

The world doesn't know, but the old man is old, but he knows it well.

At this moment, he was still in the tea house across from him, sitting by the window, without leaving a distance, staring at Ye Chen so directly, for fear of this dazzling god, Ye Chen was gone.

After really looking for Ye Chen to count the hexagrams, I learned that Ye Chen's extraordinary.

This is a noble person, but also a strange person, the old man of the purple robe is so recognized.

Under his gaze, Ye Chen woke up again.

The goods looked at the sky, stretched out, and began to pack their heads.

At this time, no one should count again.

When Ye Chen was about to leave, Yang Ge, who was opposite the tea house, followed in a hurry, and smiled, "Can the little friend appreciate the light and go to the house for a narrative, and let the old man do his best for the landlord."

"Speak another day." Ye Chen waved his hand and turned away.

Yang Ge is old and wants to invite each other, but Ye Chen has gone away.

This old man has great perseverance and did not give up. He quietly followed Ye Chen all the way. At the very least, he had to know Ye Chen's place of residence. It would be easier to find someone in the future.

Still, you can't let the nobleman Ye Chen run away.

Ahead, Ye Chenyou walked around, knowing that Yang Ge was always following him, and he didn't bother, but only walked along the street, eating a few bowls of clear soup noodles, and then returned to Xiaoyuan.

Yang Ge didn't dare to go in, he just looked away.

After watching for a long time, he left.

In the garden, Ye Chen was already lying on his seat, and looked up at the stars quietly.

One day in the world, speaking fast and fast, slow and slow, there is no killing in the monk world, nor is the **** smell of disgust, the life is flat, and the mood is not wavering.

He didn't get up until late at night.

Under the old tree, he closed his eyes slightly. He wanted to break through the demon's ban. It was good to be a mortal, but he was more homesick. He had been homesick for seventy years, and his homesick complex was very strong.

However, his path was too shallow to be banned.

After several attempts, he was finally honest, holding on to a fire, waiting for the king to be cleared, practicing as soon as possible, waiting for others, and making me a mortal, it was really fresh.

"Who did Fu Xi let him wait for?" In the underworld, Yan Luo looked at the Emperor in succession.

"Wait for one, he waits for someone." The Emperor said leisurely.

"This answer is tantamount to saying nothing." Yan Luo of the 10th Hall was defamated in the heart, but he did not dare to say it. He had been with the Emperor for so long. The emperor's temperament was ten of them. With this slap, he can go to space.

In fact, they had already gone up, and flew out of the world.

Just kidding, how good is Emperor Ming, he is the emperor, Zhen Gu Shuo Jin, what you think in his heart, he can hear, if you hear it, it must make these ten people happy.