big master, big liar

The next day, it was already bright outside, and someone outside the courtyard was banging on the door panel loudly, calling him, "Song Banxian, Song Banxian, are you there?"

Song Xuan was a little bit annoyed to get up, and when he was woken up, he was very irritable. He went to answer the door full of anger, but he didn't want to be punched in the face.

The strong man outside was pounding on the door with his fist, he didn't want Song Xuan to open the door without making a sound, and was hit by his hammer head-on, so he couldn't help shrinking his hand in embarrassment.

Looking up again, he saw Song Xuan's clothes were wrinkled and his hair was in a mess, rubbing his beaten shoulders, and when he saw an acquaintance, he couldn't help complaining: "Lu Laoliu! What is the urgent matter that requires you to disturb people's dreams in the morning!"

That Lu Laoliu stroked his hair and said embarrassedly: "Half Immortal, it's already noon."

Song Xuan didn't want to sleep until now, so he was speechless for a while.

I just asked Lu Laoliu to sit down, and went to wash his face with well water.

Lu Laoliu said: "Banxian, since you went back to Anding City, we have been looking forward to you for half a year, and you are always willing to come to our Changning City to settle down."

Song Xuanzheng took a towel to wipe his face: "Don't be polite to me, just tell me if you have done what I asked you to do."

Lu Laoliu repeatedly said: "It's done, it's done, there is no one in the streets and alleys who doesn't know your reputation, I will bring you a plaque tomorrow, you just wait for the business to open."

Song Xuan laughed: "What plaque do fortune tellers want? Besides, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay for a long time."

Lu Laoliu scratched his head: "Our street is very messy, and there are some bastards of the third class. If you don't put up a plaque, how can I find you?"

Song Xuanman knocked on the table casually: "For a fortune-telling, go buy the biggest garlic and hang it outside the door for me, people will see it at a glance."

After hearing this, Lu Laoliu couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "Gao, Mr. is really tall, I'll do it now."

Said to go like a gust of wind.

Song Xuan took care of himself facing the water basin, changed into a white Taoist robe, and turned back into that immortal fortune teller.

He packed some breakfast, pushed open the door in the side room,

Ji Yunxi woke up early, and could not stop listening to the movement outside the door.

Lying on the couch, he asked, "Who was that person just now?"

"Lu Laoliu is the leader of the local ruffians in the city." Song Xuan said. "In the early years, I avoided a life lawsuit for him, and this kid has always owed me. I also bought this yard from him in the early years, and I haven't lived in it for a year or two."

While talking, Song Xuan had already placed breakfast on the small table, brought it to Ji Yunxi, and poured him a cup of hot tea by the way.

"But he doesn't know that you live here too," Song Xuan said. "You don't have to worry about him."

Ji Yunxi asked: "Are you going to resume your old career here?"

Song Xuan nodded: "Firstly, it's to make a living by eating, and secondly, it's also a good way to cover up. It's just that the son has a noble status, so I don't know if I can get used to it?"

There were some thorns in these words, but Ji Yunxi still had a gentle face, without any resistance, which made Song Xuan hesitate.

Since that night, Song Xuan didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was always willing to stab Ji Yunxi when he spoke.

I don't know if Ji Yunxi understands this, since he woke up, he has been obedient and obedient, and even Song Xuan's stabbing words followed, as if the bloody and hostile atmosphere that night was all Song Xuan's dream.

"I'm more curious than anyone else, so why can't I get used to it." Ji Yunxi looked soft. "Besides, I can't get out of bed in this room, and it's boring anyway, so I might as well listen to it."

Now he has gone to the jade crown brocade, wearing loose white linen clothes, his long hair is tied up slightly behind the back with a headband, and there is little hostility between his brows. He looks like the hermit boy in the mountains, but it is more pleasing to the eye some.

For a while, Song Xuan couldn't talk to him anymore.

After this, Song Xuan really started a towel door business in this alley, and the garlic that Lu Lao Liu bought was as big as a man's fist, and hung high in front of Song Xuan's door.

Since then, people have come to ask him for fortune-telling.

Song Xuan was quite well-known among the people in these cities in the north, he was known as the Ten Hexagrams and Nine Spirits, even though he had been dormant in Anding City for a long time, many people still remembered his reputation as Song Banxian.

Asking for marriage, asking for children, asking about official luck, counting auspicious dates, divination of good and bad luck, and even asking him to catch ghosts and eliminate demons, or ask him about the method of prolonging life.

Song Xuan had already had his own set of deceitful nonsense, but Ji Yunxi listened to it too much in the room, and couldn't tell the depth of Song Xuan even more.

Sometimes Ji Yunxi felt that he had some supernatural powers, but listening to what he said, he was vague and divine, no different from a charlatan.

But if you really want to say that he is a liar, what he said will come true one by one. If you say that some things can be seen from a person's appearance, but some things can never be seen, but Song Xuan can say it accurately. .

Sometimes Ji Yunxi deliberately tried to test, but Song Xuan was perfunctory: "Young master just treats me as a charlatan."

Having said that, Ji Yunxi became even more curious.

There were only two people in this yard, and Ji Yunxi couldn't work hard.Therefore, apart from fortune-telling, Song Xuan also had to take care of mundane tasks such as cooking and cleaning.

He simply posted a note outside the door, stating that he only counted trigrams a day, and everyone felt that he was capable.

The so-called cheapness of human nature is basically the same. The rarer the items, the better they feel, and the more respectful people come to him for fortune-telling.

Ji Yunxi became increasingly confused about Song Xuan's details.

It is said that he is really a prophet, but he is like a market in private, except for his skin, there is nothing else that can touch the word "immortal".

But if you really say that he is a liar in the market, he is too mysterious.

After a few days of cultivation like this, Ji Yunxi was finally able to get out of bed and walk around for a while, when he heard Song Xuan was explaining a puzzle to an old woman outside.

The old woman's son was a sick man. He bought a daughter-in-law two days ago to celebrate the wedding. Unexpectedly, the sick man was already seriously ill in bed. After struggling this time, he died on the wedding night.

The old woman blamed her daughter-in-law for this matter, saying that she had brought bad luck and killed her son.

Now the daughter-in-law is being locked up at home, and Song Xuan is going to let Song Xuan do the same thing to avert disaster.

Song Xuan listened to the old lady complaining for a long time, and then read the palmistry after reading the horoscope, and calculated the hexagrams for a long time, before showing a very surprised look: "Old lady, your son is amazing! "

The old lady was sad, and she was taken aback suddenly: "What's the big deal?"

"Young Master Ling was reincarnated by mistake by an immortal, and fell into this mortal womb."

The old woman had lost her son, and she looked depressed, but after hearing Song Xuanyi's words, she hurriedly asked: "Is what the Great Immortal said true?"

"Your son has a seven-star birthmark on his shoulder, right?" Song Xuan asked.

"Exactly, how do you know?" The old woman slapped her thigh. "Half Immortal, you are truly a god."

Song Xuan had a three-point smile on his face, he was already good-looking, but now he looked like a heavenly man: "Old lady, your son is originally a member of the Pojun Xingjun's clerk, and he made some small mistakes. He was taken down to the world and suffered, so he was sick and weak all the year round, and now that his term is over, he has returned to heaven."

"The birthmark is the mark Xingjun branded on him."

The old woman was engrossed in listening, and Song Xuan slowly picked out all the little things about his son, and he could find out the difference from ordinary people everywhere, except for the map drawn by bedwetting when he was a child. gone.

Seeing that the old woman had been fooled for a moment, Song Xuan comforted her again: "You don't need to be sad anymore, it was your good deeds and accumulated virtues in your previous life that led to this mother-child relationship with the immortal, please cherish your talent yes."

The old woman asked again: "Then my daughter-in-law..."

Song Xuan said with a smile: "I just saw her horoscope, and she is considered a blessed person, but God wants to order the young master to go back, how can she stop her."

The old woman frowned gradually, apparently believing Song Xuan's words, most of the depression in her heart was gone.

Before leaving, I thanked him again and again, added some loose silver to Song Xuan, and said: "On the day my son is buried, please take care of the half-immortal."

Song Xuan nodded, the old woman's son will be formally buried in two days, there should be someone who understands yin and yang in charge.

Only then did the old woman go away contentedly.

Song Xuan was nagged by the old woman for more than half an hour, and finally sent him away, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, lying lazily in the rattan chair, touched a book of stories, and read it with his feet up. stand up.

Ji Yunxi turned out from the room, and couldn't help but ask, "Is her son really the reincarnation of an immortal in the sky?"

Song Xuan said casually: "How is it possible, are you a crop in the field when you are a fairy? It's so easy to see."

"Then you still..." Ji Yunxi narrowed his eyes suddenly. "You lied to her?"

Song Xuan still had a lazy tone: "I have deceived many people."

"Aren't you able to pinch and count?"

"If you can pinch and count, you can't lie to others?" Song Xuan put down the script with a tired look on his face. "Then what should I do? Say that his son's fate is like this, let her accept her fate. Or say that her daughter-in-law is a lone star, steal her hard-earned money, open an altar, and throw her daughter-in-law into the river to drown? "

Song Xuan looked at him straightly: "The number of days is unpredictable, and people's hearts are difficult to distinguish. It is not easy for people in the world to survive. Why should I make it even more difficult for them?"

Ji Yunxi was taken aback after hearing this, and muttered: "Excessive kindness."

Song Xuan smiled, and re-read those vulgar stories about talented scholars and beautiful ladies.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help sneaking a look at his appearance when he was reading a book, he was still in the white robe, with sparse brows and eyes, and a tired expression, swaying on the wicker chair.

He obviously behaved like a ruffian, but when placed on him, there was an indescribable light of the moonlight.