big master, big liar

Auspicious Inn ushered in several Gods of Wealth.

Jixiang Inn is located on the edge of Anding City, which is a boundary where birds don't shit and chickens don't lay eggs. There is only such an inn within a hundred miles inside and outside the city.

On weekdays, there are only a few poor and down-and-out merchants who settle down, and a dime of silver and a few copper coins have to be withheld.

The few who came today were very grand, not to mention the brocade clothes and gold and jade accessories on their bodies, even the attendant's hand was a whole silver ingot.

The shop waiter gritted his teeth several times before putting it into the cage reluctantly, nodding and bowing flatteringly: "Masters, do you want to stay at the shop or stay at the top? What do you want to eat?"

The guard frowned and said: "If you have any decent ones in your store, bring some. There are five rooms in the upper room, and there are a few horses outside. Remember to feed some fodder."

While the waiter nodded repeatedly, the other young masters surrounded the leader and sat down in the most secluded place in the shop.

The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was born with a good appearance and looked a little weak.His expression was calm, with a bit of arrogance of a nobleman.

He occupied a table by himself, and there was a guard standing motionless beside him, as if he was on guard. Several guards were sitting scattered around him. Although they were a few big men, there was no sound in the inn, overwhelming the waiter in the inn. Don't dare to let out the air.

Although this God of Wealth is rich, he is also quite scary.

The waiter muttered in his heart.

Unfortunately, this season's business is very cold, and there are no first customers in the store, only these evil spirits are left here. A good inn is as cold as a cellar, which makes people very sad.

At this time, a person came in through the door.

This man was dressed a little strangely. He was wearing a white shirt that was washed yellowish, and he was wearing a pair of hemp shoes. On the top of his head, there was a bun on the top of his head, and an elm hairpin was inserted. Half of the dust whisk on his hand fell off. The white wisps are so sparse that it is ridiculous, and there is only one face with a handsome face, which is quite fairy-like.

As soon as the waiter saw him, he became happy: "Sir, you're back? What's the calculation today?"

The man smiled and dusted off the whisk, but he said it was business: "Just one hexagram, business in Anding City has been very difficult recently."

"Mr. has real skills, so I'm not afraid that business will be difficult." The waiter happily moved forward. "What would you like to eat today, sir?"

"Come here to plate the roast goose. I made a pair of horoscopes for someone today. I got some rewards. I can give you a goose leg." The man looked rather lazy, but his mouth was full of meat, which made a guard over there sneer. One sound.

Seeing him looking over, the guard simply said: "This Anding City is also a strange place. The fortune tellers drink and eat meat, and they smell of copper. I have opened my eyes."

The leading son said lightly: "Zhu Yang."

The guard fell silent, but still had a mocking look on his face.

The little one hurriedly said: "My lord, you don't know, our Mr. Song Xuan has real skills, and he is a very famous Song Banxian in our northern cities..."

Song Xuan was named by Xiao Er, but he was not in a hurry to agree, he just looked carefully at the leader, from the jade crown on his head to the cloud shoes under his feet, and suddenly his expression became serious.

"The Yintang is black, the two palates are gray, the look of color is exhausted, and the look of qi is yin..." Song Xuan spat out a classic line. "Young master, you are afraid that something unexpected will happen to you."

"Oh?" The young man raised his eyelids, amused, and knocked on the table with the fan handle. "What's your opinion, sir? Why don't you sit down and talk about it."

Song Xuan didn't change his face, and slowly flicked the whisk: "Since you don't believe me, you don't need to say anything, just wait for you to find me when you are in trouble."

The young man never spoke.

Instead, the guard next to him whispered, "Pretending to be a ghost."

When Song Xuan waited for the roast goose to come up, he really gave a goose leg to the waiter in the shop, and wrapped two taels of oil pancakes in paper, and carried them away.

Before leaving, the waiter in the shop whispered: "Sir, don't be angry with them. These people don't know the master's supernatural powers, and treat him as a charlatan. They are the ones who suffer."

Song Xuan's face remained unchanged, but he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

He was already a charlatan.

That's right, Song Xuan and Song Banxian, the ingenious planners of Anding City, were an out-and-out liar from the beginning.

Not to mention face-to-face fortune-telling, he doesn't even know much about geomantic omen.

Song Xuan was wandering around begging for a living when he was 12 years old. He worked as a ranger for a while, and saw a lot of things in the market.

Later, when he got older, he pretended to be a fortune teller to cheat money by relying on his pretty appearance and a rather strange skill in his hands.

He had seen countless old swindlers in the early years, and he himself figured out a way to pretend to be a ghost. He came to Anding City two years ago to bluff and deceive, and has never been exposed. Instead, he has become an iron signboard for fortune-telling in this northern land.

Just like when Song Xuan bluffed that young master just now, he just put bait, these wealthy people will always have three disasters and five disasters, especially that young master, who looks weak and sick.Just don't spit blood, catch a cold, even if there are any unsatisfactory family affairs, they are all counted as "accidental disasters".

If he hadn't bumped into him for a while, the young master turned around and left, and he wouldn't remember him as a charlatan.

If they hit each other, they would have to fall into Song Xuan's tricks and let him gain extra money.

When Song Xuan returned to the mountain, the sun had already set.

There was a ruined temple in that mountain, which used to be lived by monks, but even the monks felt that there was little incense in Anding City, so they abandoned the ruined temple and went to other places, and Song Xuan took advantage of it.

Song Xuan ate half of the roast goose with oil pancakes, and left the legless half in the yard. He lit a lamp, took out a book of stories from under the kang mattress, and read until When most of the wick was burned out, I put down the book.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Song Xuancai felt a little sleepy, and was about to fall asleep, but he heard the howling of animals outside the door.

Song Xuan didn't want to answer at first, but when he heard the howl getting louder and louder, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

He put on his coat and looked through the hole in the window. There was a figure outside, entangled with a snow-white animal figure, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ergou, come back!" Song Xuan pushed open the door and shouted, the snow-white figure rushed to his feet, panting heavily.

The figure who was thrown to the ground was still in shock, and struggled several times before getting up. Seeing him, he was horrified: "Song, Mr. Song!"

Song Xuan looked at that person carefully, but saw that it was the guard he met at the inn, the one who had laughed at him for drinking and eating meat, and pretending to be a ghost.

The guard woke up a little after getting up: "I don't know that Mr. has raised such a horse..." He remembered Song Xuan calling the white shadow "two dogs" and was a little dazed for a while.

"Er Gou is a wild dog in this mountain, and it's just because of fate with me." Song Xuan wanted to reach out to rub Er Gou's head, but he turned his head to avoid it, and said with a smile. "I have some time for him to eat, and he will help me to see the nursing home."

The guard looked at the fangs in Er Gou's mouth, and couldn't help but be terrified, thinking that there is no such wild dog, but he was still thinking about business, so he didn't continue.

"Sir, my lord, Zhu Yang, you are here because of my son." The guard bowed respectfully, no longer the arrogance of the day. "Also please come with me, sir."

Song Xuan smiled slowly: "Master Ling came to invite you late at night, it must be what I said during the day has come true."

That Zhu Yang became more and more respectful: "Mr. has a clever plan, Zhu Yang is rude during the day."

"Then just wait," Song Xuan said lazily. "Wait until I change clothes before I can go to see Mr. Ling."

Song Xuan didn't intend to make things difficult, but he has gained experience over the years. If he grovels, the other party will treat him as a charlatan, but if he doesn't take it seriously, the other party will treat him as a master of the world.

I don't know if it is the commonality of the world, or the ability of these nobles with high eyebrows and low eyes.

It's just that it's better to come sooner than later. Song Xuanzheng was worried about his livelihood this month, so a ready-made fat sheep fell on his lips.

What's more, he just said the same thing during the day, and that young master was in trouble at night, it can be seen that it was God's will, and it was right for him to let Song Xuan cut a layer of grease.

At that time, Song Xuan hadn't thought that the words he said casually in the inn would actually get him into it.