flow from evil

Meng Yunting looked at the dagger flying towards his heart, closed his eyes and waited for death, but heard a ding, the dagger seemed to hit something hard and was bounced away.

Even so, Meng Yunting still felt a pain in his chest from the shock and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the man who stepped over the threshold suddenly withdrew his foot, looked at Meng Yunting on the ground with interest, squatted down suddenly, groped on him a few times, and took the hard object off his chest. come out.

When I held it in my hand, it turned out to be a weird horoscope.

"You know fortune-telling?" the man asked.

Seeing Meng Yunting pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, he took a closer look, then reached out and touched his face carefully, and saw a handsome white face.Lian Yishuo was taken aback when he saw that it was the nagging boy next to Shan Simiao.

Meng Yunting trembled all over from the abnormally cold fingers, opened his eyes and met those sharp pupils again, so scared that he sat up quickly and moved back.

"Do you want to live?" the man asked, Ruoxi who was on the side saw him, but was taken aback for a moment, it was rare for their pavilion master to be interested in anyone.

Meng Yunting nodded.

"Then let's do the math, and if it's right, I'll let you live."

"..." After a while, Meng Yunting finally took over the horoscope in his hands. For the first time, he felt that fortune-telling was also a job that could kill someone.

The man in front of him walked up to Lian Yishuo, grabbed him by the collar and picked him up.

Lian Yishuo trembled and shouted for mercy, but he quietly pulled out the Zimu sword in his hand.Meng Yunting could see clearly from the sidelines that the guy's methods were despicable, and he showed such fear on the surface, but he wanted to lower the opponent's vigilance in order to sneak attack.

Subconsciously shouted the word "be careful", but saw that Lian Yishuo was lightly pinched by the neck by the man, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no room for retaliation.

The man's eyes turned following his voice, Meng Yunting twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, thinking that he was used to being frightened by that boy Shan Simiao, so why did he care about the safety of the enemy, it was really embarrassing.

The man withdrew his gaze and saw that Lian Yishuo was about to suffocate, so he casually threw him aside.

Lian Yishuo knew that he was not his opponent, and thought that his life might be lost today, he closed his eyes and waited for death, when he suddenly heard the other party say, "No one can buy your life, Qisha Pavilion never cares about it, but today, you Life or death depends on this little brother."

Pointing at Meng Yunting with his pale fingertips, he couldn't help opening his mouth.

"I have two boxes here, one is silver and the other is a hidden weapon. After a while, this little brother will make a fortune for you. Whether you live or die depends on your fate."

The man's tone was very excited, as if he was very satisfied with the game he designed.

But Meng Yunting turned bitter.This kind of thing that plays luck, not to mention him, even a god, I am afraid that there will be times when the calculation is missed, not to mention, he has always been very unlucky.

"Okay, let's start counting."

Meng Yunting twitched the corners of his mouth, and saw the man sitting back on the table again, resting his chin and looking at him with interest, to be precise, he was looking at the horoscope in his hand.

Bite the bullet and turned the natal chart, took out three copper coins from his bosom, shook them in the palm of his hand, meditated on the blessings of the gods in his heart, and then threw them on the natal chart.

Positive, negative, negative...

"Have you figured it out?" the man asked.

"... Right." Meng Yunting pointed to the box on the right, but his tone was not sure.

Seeing how childish he was, Lian Yishuo couldn't help whispering, "Brother Meng, you can count correctly, no... no, you can do it again."

The man didn't have such patience, and directly handed the box on the right to Lian Yishuo who was on the ground.

"..."

Lian Yishuo glanced at Meng Yunting at the side again, but Meng Yunting was looking at the mask on the man's face, while the dagger in Ruoxi's hand was already close to his neck.

Eyes closed, heart swayed, the box in his hand was slammed open for a while, but there was no movement.Trembling, he opened his eyes and looked, only to see a white ingot of silver lying in the middle.

The two let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

The man winked at Ruoxi, and Ruoxi handed the remaining box to Meng Yunting.Meng Yunting was taken aback for a moment, and then understood.

It turned out that the remaining box was reserved for him.

"Heh...hehe..." After a smirk, he threw the box out of his hand as soon as his brain got hot.

He pulled his legs out and rushed out, but felt a cool dagger sticking to the back of the vest.

My life is over!

Meng Yunting's heart tightened, but the man's voice sounded again.

"Wait." The man's footsteps were gradual, accompanied by a pleasant voice, "Why don't you do the math for me again."

Sitting opposite each other, accompanied by only a wisp of candle.

Lian Yishuo was thrown out by the opponent's sleeve, and there was a bang, which showed that the fall was not light.But at this moment, Meng Yunting was extremely envious.

Sighing softly, Meng Yunting withdrew his wandering thoughts, only thinking that he might lose his life today, but his eyes did not forget to linger on Ruoxi who was standing beside him, and asked his birthday in a daze , fiddled with a battered bamboo stick on the natal chart.

"Jisi... Ding Mao... Renshen... Gengzi..." Meng Yunting muttered to himself, and the man in front of him propped his chin and tapped his fingers on the table without haste.

"You have to take off the mask, otherwise I won't be able to see the face, so I can't count." Meng Yunting said suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, Ruoxi's face suddenly changed, and the sound of nails hitting the table stopped instantly.

Ruoxi looked at her master's expression carefully, thinking that this desperate scholar really didn't know how to live or die, even those of them who had stayed in Qisha Pavilion for more than ten years had never been lucky enough to see this man's appearance. He brought it up so easily.

The man looked at Meng Yunting in front of him, and saw that he was so frightened that his fingertips were trembling slightly, but he was holding the hexagram in his hand and staring at him persistently, as if if he didn't take off the mask, he would be It's like desecrating his fortune-telling ability.

interesting……

The man waved to Ruoxi who was beside him, and drove him out of the door. His pale and slender fingers covered the mask, but he was not in a hurry to take it off.

"You have to think about it. If you look at my face and don't count my life, then you may not be able to leave today."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, the air around him seemed to be condensed, and Meng Yunting shivered again, thinking that he should just forget about it. If this hexagram counts, he probably won't survive, so why bother wasting it? signed his hexagram.

Unexpectedly, the man on the opposite side didn't give him a chance to repent, and took off the mask in an instant.

It was a very coquettish face.

If you say that Jun Wuyi's jade face is like brickwork, and his bones are naturally formed, which is a work favored by the gods, then the person in front of him seems to have accumulated a sickly charm in purgatory after he has accumulated all the glitz and dust.The man's eyes are long and narrow, and his outline is extremely deep. The combination of his facial features, which are clearly not outstanding, unexpectedly possesses an almost fatal attraction.The most eye-catching thing is the vine-like tattoo that extends from the left neck to his face, and finally a rose flower that fades before it blooms grows on the brow bone.

Meng Yunting stared at him blankly, not knowing what he was possessed by, but he stretched out his hand bravely, and stroked the man's brow bone along the path of the tattoo.The flower looked dilapidated, but it was a bit unwilling, as if it was trying its best to bloom a lifetime of brilliance on the man's face.

"Have you figured it out?" The man did not evade, and with one thin lip, he revealed a bit of killing intent.

Meng Yunting's fingertips trembled, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, but his brows were tightly furrowed, as if it was difficult to speak.

The man's fingertips were slightly curved, and the brows were very displeased. If he raised his finger, he might have killed Meng Yunting immediately.

"Insufficient three stops and lack of protection in the palace are bad omens. In addition, you have evil spirits in your brows, and you were born at a time when your yang was declining. It should be that you have been in trouble since you were a child, causing disasters to your family, distant relatives and friends. Affectionate, even..."

"Even what?"

"Even if you are destined to be alone forever, most of the people around you, whether men or women, will die unexpectedly."

"So what?" The man smiled, "I'm in the business of killing and being killed. It's up to you, but it's very clever."

"..."

"If you don't believe it, why did you use the face of drunken flowers and shades to break the original face, and instead caused a fate that shouldn't have happened." Meng Yunting became more and more depressed, Seeing a flash of surprise in the other party's eyes, he knew that he was right.

If there is no disaster in fate, how can you believe in fate? If you don't believe in fate, how can you easily get your own turn to count.

"You got facial tattoos when you were around 20 years old, and you experienced a catastrophe of life and death at the age of 25, but this catastrophe is not over yet." Meng Yunting pointed to the rose flower on his brow bone and said, "This flower is engraved on your The place where the evil energy is concentrated, and the brow bone is where the life and soul gather, if the evil energy enters the life, it will be worse, unless..."

"Unless, what?" The man asked in a calm manner, but his eyes on Meng Yunting became sharper.

"Unless you find someone who can help you break the evil."

"Oh?"

"Let me do the math." Meng Yunting said, piled up the bamboo sticks in his hand into a gossip shape, and then turned them one by one according to the image of yin and yang, until the last one pointed to the man in front of him.

The dead wood blooms every spring, and I wish the tree would grow and sprout. At that time, people should not cut it down for firewood, and wait for the spring to bloom again.

There are about a hundred ways for a hundred people to interpret a small signature and a small verse.Naturally, Meng Yunting didn't dare to say this lightly, so he gave him the signature, and said mysteriously, "This signature requires you to comprehend it yourself, I can't break it."

The man was silent, Meng Yunting saw him staring at her, coughed uncomfortably, and put away the remaining bamboo sticks in his hand.I thought to myself that if this guy doesn't believe me anymore, I'm really at the end of my rope.After all, he only believed half of what he calculated.

"Little magic stick, what's your name?" The man suddenly asked.

"...Meng...Meng Yunting."

"Meng Yunting, I remember." After the man finished speaking, he raised his hand to put on the mask, turned around and went out.

Meng Yunting waited for him to walk a long way before realizing that he had finally saved his life. He raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then ran to Yang's house.