I really don't know how to tell fortunes

Naturally, ordinary people cannot see Jiu Yun, she hides in the shadow created by the book, and has been harassing Wen Xi.

Wen Xi was indeed harassed a lot when she first started, but she has been living with her master since she was very young. The master is a middle-aged man who has no entertainment at all on weekdays, so he takes Wen Xi to read books.

Wen Xi quickly read it in, and no matter how much Jiu Yun bbs in her ears, she would not have heard it.

Until the head teacher walked by and took the book out of her hand.

"Get up!" Wen Xi's class teacher is a middle-aged woman, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, she looks very serious at first glance.

Wen Xi was a little dazed, she stared blankly at the head teacher, and then slowly stood up, at this time her head teacher was already flipping through the sackcloth book.

Snapped!

The head teacher flipped through the book, and then slammed it on the table in front of her: "During class, are you actually reading extra-curricular books? Or is it something feudal and superstitious?"

"I'm sorry, teacher." Wen Xi has always respected the teacher, because she was discarded when she was born, and it was the master who picked her up and raised her. The teacher is like a parent in her heart, even if the head teacher is only a teacher in the school, Wen Xi Xi will also respect her very much: "But it's not class time, teacher."

"Why is morning self-study time not class time?" The head teacher kept knocking on the table: "Did someone tell you that you can read extracurricular books during morning self-study?"

"But teacher, there are still 5 minutes before morning self-study." Wen Xi said honestly: "Isn't the time before morning self-study free? And it is written in the school rules that morning self-study is not allowed to make noise, but you can read The book I am interested in, and "The God of Maid" is not a feudal superstition..."

The homeroom teacher probably felt that his authority was being challenged, and his face was a little ugly at the time: "You are no longer in the first and second grades of high school, and the college entrance examination is about to take place, and you are still reading such feudal superstition books? Are you still talking back? How is this not a feudal superstition? Still reading physiognomy? I think I should call your parents over and ask them carefully. Did they send you to school for you to learn physiognomy? "

Speaking of this, a slightly weird smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Oh, I forgot, you are a child without a father and no mother, probably no one taught you this."

Many students laughed softly, only Wen Xi stood there blankly, without any reaction at all, she never felt sad because she was attacked because she had no father or mother, because she did not have a father and mother, but she There are masters and brothers.

"Teacher, it's wrong for you to do this."

"Don't I have the right to discipline you? If you don't think so, I can help you drop out of school now." The head teacher pushed his glasses, then sneered and threw the "Mai Shenxiang" out of the window: "This It’s not feudal superstition, what is feudal superstition? Only those liars will read this kind of stuff, why, you think you will definitely not be admitted to university, so you decided to study in advance so that you can set up a stall under the overpass?”

The students burst into laughter again, this time the laughter was louder than before.

Wen Xi argued very seriously: ""Shen Yi Shen Xiang" is indeed not a feudal superstition. Since ancient times, many scholars have written various academic books, such as "Gui Guzi", "Taixuan Jing", " "Zhouyi", "Huangdi Neijing", which involves debates, Fengshui, philosophy, and medicine, "Mai Shenxiang" never thinks that people's fate is determined by birth, but depends on people's different stages, physical appearance..."

The more serious she explained, the louder the laughter in the whole classroom. After all, in school, there are indeed very few people who dare to argue with the teacher, especially Wen Xi's words, in the eyes of many people, are simply jokes.

Wen Xi seemed to have not heard those ridicules, and was still explaining seriously: "In Li Bai's poems, who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra, the Taixuan Sutra here is about Lao Zhuang's philosophy" Taixuan Jing, it is wrong to call these unified dross and feudal superstition."

The head teacher laughed after hearing this: "You said it's not a feudal superstition, so tell me, have you learned how to face each other after reading this?"

"Understood."

"Then help me take a look." She smiled and said, "What can you see on my face?"

Wen Xi didn't realize that there was a hint of ridicule in her words. Instead, she really went to meet the class teacher seriously. In fact, she really didn't know how to meet people very well, because she couldn't learn how to do it all her life.

But she could see the qi on the teacher in charge, the qi on different people is different, for those who are about to die soon, the whole body will be entwined with black qi.

That's why it is said in physiognomy that if the Yintang is black, there must be a bloody disaster.

And if this person will encounter good luck next time, the qi on his body will appear brighter.

Nobility is yellow and purple, bad luck is black and red, Wen Xi can see everything, and she can even judge this person's next luck from the energy she sees.

"Teacher, the air is like mist, full of disasters, and full of blood. Please be careful in the next few days." Wen Xi said softly, "It's a vicious look."

The teacher in charge's face immediately darkened. He probably felt that Wen Xi was deliberately annoyed at her, so he pointed at the door and said, "Get out!"

Jiu Yun couldn't restrain herself any longer, and angrily swished her upper body out from the table: "Don't stop me, I'm going to kill her!"

Wen Xi slapped her back into the table hole without changing his face, then reached out to touch the coffin out of the table hole, put it in his pocket, and then walked out, and said sincerely as he walked: "Please be careful."

Blood entanglement can range from injuries to illnesses to death, but she is a disaster that can be avoided, as long as she is careful.

"I tell you to get out!"

Wen Xi pressed down on the coffin in his pocket. It was the real coffin that could hardly be held down. Fortunately, Jiu Yun's voice was inaudible to ordinary living people.

"Let go! I'm going to kill this old woman!"

"Things that don't know a good heart, I want to show her how terrifying the power of feudal superstition is!"

"Let go, why hold me down! I want to vent my anger on you!"

When I got outside, there was no one around, so Wen Xi asked curiously: "Why are you venting your anger on me? You are not my master or brother."

Jiu Yun finally got out of Wen Xi's pocket, saw the sun she hated so much outside, shrank back delicately: "I like you."

"Let me tell you, you and I have been married for ten generations. In this life, we should be a pair of loving mandarin ducks. Apart from mother and child, the closest people in this world are husband and wife. If I don't stand up for you, who will stand up for you?"

Wen Xi lowered her head and looked at Jiu Yun, and said after a long time, "I've seen it, but I didn't see any ten-life marriage."

"This needs to be in-depth, and after a deeper understanding, you can see that it is not good to be outside in such broad daylight? But since the master wants it, how can he follow it~" Jiu Yun Suddenly covering her face shyly, she said delicately: "Come on, I'm ready."

Wen Xi nodded: "It's not very good, so let's go back tonight and talk about it."

After listening to Jiuyun, his legs were weak at that time, and he held back the excitement in his heart and patted the corner of Wen Xi's clothes: "My God, you little villain, I really thought you didn't understand anything, you hide it very deeply, I can't wait, I don't want to wait until night! Kang busy baby!"

"I know a lot, and I've read a lot of books since I was a child." Wen Xi said softly, "But now there are many people around, it's not good to be seen by others, so wait a little longer."

"It's okay, it's okay, we can go to the toilet!" Jiuyun rolled excitedly in Wen Xi's pocket: "The toilet play is awesome! Go, go, go, everyone is in class now, no one will To the toilet!"

"But the toilet is very dirty, and what is toilet play?" Wen Xi tilted his head and asked blankly.

"It's something that makes people feel shy and comfortable." Jiu Yun hugged his coffin, blushing: "We're going soon."

"Okay." Wen Xi looked around, saw that there was no one there, and then slowly walked towards the toilet. There is no toilet on their floor, only odd-numbered floors.

So if you want to go to the toilet, you can go up and down. Wenxi walked downstairs, because it is morning reading time, so there are very few people going to the toilet.

Wen Xi didn't meet anyone along the way, she went into the toilet, and under Jiu Yun's urging, she reached the innermost compartment.

As soon as she entered the cubicle, Wen Xi was still closing the door, and Jiu Yun had already quietly hugged her waist from behind: "Wen Xi, Wen Xi... Hurry up..."

As she spoke, she suddenly covered her face: "Why are you so shy all of a sudden, huh~"

"I'll be very light." Wen Xi comforted her, then took out the small coffin from her pocket: "Can you open it directly?"

"Why do you want to open it all of a sudden?" Jiu Yun didn't understand Wen Xi's way of thinking, and asked curiously, Wen Xi looked calm: "Don't you want to have a deeper understanding?"

"My God! Are you so serious? I like it!" Jiuyun smiled and tapped the small coffin lightly with his fingers, and the coffin lid was opened quietly.

But inside is not as Wen Xi imagined, there is a complete skeleton, only a piece of bone, it looks like it should be a certain finger.

"Come on~" Jiu Yun leaned on the toilet seat, raised her hand to lift her gauze skirt.

Wen Xi held the coffin and said as he walked here: "Is there only one finger? Then how can I understand it deeply? I am very poor at phrenology. If there is only one finger bone, I may not be able to see anything. .”

Jiuyun: ...

What?