big master, big liar

Recently, there was a rumor in Changning City, saying that Song Banxian, who traveled here a few days ago, not only died of death, but also found his abducted child for a wealthy Zhu family in the east of the city.

I don't know where the rumors came from. In short, what they said was vivid, and the process of searching was full of twists and turns, which was even more exciting than storytelling.

These days Changning City is under martial law, well-connected people like Lu Lao Liu can still know the inside story, but ordinary people don't know anything about it.

Now that everyone is so idle, they naturally start to enjoy chatting.

The story of Song Xuan spread from the east of the city to the west of the city, and some people really went to ask the rich man Zhu, and they knew that he had indeed found his daughter who was kidnapped three years ago, and now he was so happy that he was throwing a banquet to celebrate this thing.

There were even people who had seen the girl who had been found back. She was thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was full of beauty. Whenever Song Banxian was mentioned, she called her benefactor and she was very grateful.

Song Xuan became famous, and he also changed from his usual low-key, and started to carry a fortune-telling banner every day, and went to the market when there were the most people.

Only a few words of Dou Da were written on the fortune-telling banner: "Analyses, fortune-telling, pointing out the maze"

There are three bigger characters next to it: "Song Banxian"

For fear that others would not see his name.

His method of gathering popularity is also very simple, no different from other liars.

He just casually pulled a sad-faced person from the crowd, and said, "I see your seal is dark and your complexion is stagnant. I'm afraid that you have some unresolved knots recently. I don't know if it's true or not?"

At this moment, someone from Lu Laoliu yelled in the crowd: "Where did you come from, you are a quack Taoist priest, and you are not afraid of getting bad luck."

"You don't know, this is Song Banxian, the one who said he was the one with ten hexagrams and nine spirits."

Most of the people in Changning City had heard the rumors about Song Xuan, and after hearing these news, they gathered together to join in the fun.

Even if the popularity is gathered.

When the crowd surrounded him tightly, Song Xuan's skills were displayed.

While reading the memory, he coaxed and lied to set the porcelain.

You don't have to play tricks like the charlatans next to you, everything you say is accurate, and the crowd smacks their tongues when they hear it.

Song Xuan's reputation became even louder.

He only counted two hours a day, and when the time came, he would close the stall, and he would not delay for one more minute. In this way, on the third day, a man came to his stall.

The man was wearing a brocade robe often worn by wealthy households, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his hand, which was so greasy from being rubbed, it was obviously the owner's belongings, but he walked like a tiger, and he was followed by a few followers , all of them have a tiger back, chest and waist, and a strong figure.

Song Xuan squinted his eyes, and saw that the attendants were wearing official boots.

The waiting person is here.

Song Xuangang sent away a man who calculated the horoscope, and then slowly began to close the stall.

The man took a step forward, and pressed Song Xuan's hand which was cleaning up the booth with one hand: "Sir, stop."

Song Xuan stared at the finger that was in contact with him, and did not move, but the man felt a little uncomfortable, so he let go of his hand and took a step back.

Only then did Song Xuan reply to him: "The time has come, don't forget it, please come early tomorrow."

The man put an official token on the table: "Please forgive me, sir."

Song Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids, he just pushed the token back: "Please go back, a certain grassroots, dare not mess with officials."

As soon as the words fell, Song Xuan felt his shoulders sink, and the two attendants behind the man were pressing his shoulders, and he heard the man say in a low voice: "I'm afraid it's not up to you, Mister."

Song Xuan was half held hostage and pushed to a nearby restaurant, the entire second floor seemed to be booked by this person, there was no one in sight, only a table of wine and food.

The man sat in the main seat, poured himself three cups, and then said with a smile: "I've heard about Mr. Song, but I haven't paid a visit, so I should punish myself for three cups."

Song Xuan didn't even touch his chopsticks: "You're being serious, I'm a charlatan, how dare I work against the officials and family members."

Seeing what Song Xuan said, the man put the wine glass down, with a three-point smile on his face: "Do you know who I am, sir?"

"Your Excellency is a member of the army." Song Xuan was still hugging his whisk, and his motionless appearance really looked like an expert in the world: "There is an auspicious star, a fierce face, a prosperous official career, and a dangerous life palace. Your Excellency Face appearance, I am afraid that wealth and wealth are sought in danger."

The smile on the man's face disappeared, and his expression became a little more dignified.

How could Song Xuan not know who the person in front of him was, this person was Luo Zongbing, Luo Yanwang, who was transferred to Pingshan Bandit by his superiors.

Lu Laoliu bribed the people in the government, and mentioned his strangeness in Luo Zongbing's ear. What he was waiting for was this moment. Tips off.

This is the benefit of colluding with local snakes.

King Naluo Yan stared at him: "What else can you see, sir?"

"It can also be seen that there is stagnation of turbidity between your angry brows. It must not be a good thing to come to me." Song Xuan laughed. "If you still want to ask again, I'm afraid it will be a little offensive."

Sure enough, Luo Yanwang wanted to ask again, so Song Xuan took advantage of the momentary memory he had acquired earlier, and very vaguely mentioned a few unimportant private things about Luo Yanwang.

Of course, it was using the name of fate to fool people with the face of the world.

Naluo Yan Wang's face was red and white, and he finally laughed: "Sir, you really have some abilities. To be honest, a certain one is the general soldier of Anding City, Luo Changshan. I came here this time because I heard about the strangeness of my husband. Negotiate matters."

Song Xuan was helpless: "My lord has a noble status, how can I have the right to refuse?"

To be honest, he didn't want to refuse at all, he had put on a desperate posture, and he was only waiting for this moment.

Naluo Yanwang didn't seem to be in a hurry to say his request, he just dragged Song Xuan to drink and eat food, with a smile on his face, not at all vicious as rumored.

After drinking for three rounds, Naluo Yan Wang held Song Xuan's shoulders and said drunkenly: "Song...Mr. Song, to tell you the truth, I have encountered a big trouble this time."

Song Xuan remained calm: "What's the trouble?"

Naluo Yan Wang laughed "hehe": "Mr. Song will...will you count? If you are right, I will tell you."

Seeing that he smelled of alcohol and his tongue was tied up, Song Xuan persuaded him, "My lord, you are drunk."

"Drunk? I'm not drunk." Luo Yanwang thumped his chest and vomited bitterly. "Sir, you don't understand. This matter is of great importance. If something goes wrong, my brothers will follow me from top to bottom... and their heads will fall to the ground."

Speaking of this, he hiccupped: "Mr. Song, I want to find someone. If you can find someone for me, let alone money, I will bring you even gold and silver."

Song Xuan saw that he seemed to be really drunk, so he said softly: "My lord, please stretch out your hand."

King Naluoyan put his hand flat on the table, and the moment Song Xuan stretched out his hand to touch it, King Naluoyan suddenly held his hand and laughed: "Mr. Song, do you want someone to read your palm? I've never heard of it."

"Is it because you see that I am so heroic and want to take advantage of me?"

Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged: "Your Excellency, you are joking, the horoscope of birth date, the hexagrams of the sign, any of them can predict the fate, it just depends on each person's ability."

Luo Yanwang Youzai was holding a wine glass and humming and laughing, before letting go of Song Xuan's hand after a while.

Song Xuan took out the tortoise shell and played around, then asked the birthday of the person he was looking for.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as Ji Yunxi's birth date.

Only then did he say slowly: "May I ask my lord, is the person you are looking for a relative or an enemy?"

King Luo Yan raised his eyelids: "What about relatives? What about enemies?"

"If it's an enemy, I want to congratulate you, and if it's a relative, I want to persuade you to mourn." Song Xuan pushed the copper coins on the table, lowering his eyelids slightly.

Luo Yanwang suddenly changed his face: "What do you mean?"

Song Xuan: "The person your lord is looking for has a dying star, and his blood is soaring. I'm afraid something will happen to him."

"What you said is true?" Luo Yanwang looked suspicious.

Song Xuanman leisurely pinched his fingers: "I'm just a fortune teller, believe it or not, it's all up to you.

"I can also advise my lord that the doom of that person has long been over, and I am afraid that he is almost dead now. If the person has nothing to do with the lord, it is better not to look for it. My lord has a calamity, I am afraid that he will respond here matter."

Naluo Yama said: "You don't have to worry about whether I look for it or not. Since you have the ability, tell me where to look for it."

Song Xuanshen said mysteriously: "The man is now in the southeast, and he wants to find it among ancient trees and white water."

After saying that, Song Xuan walked out the door magnanimously. The two followers of King Naluoyan were standing straight at the door. Seeing Song Xuan coming out, they stretched out their hands to stop him.

Song Xuan didn't speak, only to see Naluo Yan Wang winking over, the two stepped back, and gave him a letter of silver.

"Send sir back," Luo Yanwang said. "Sir, I will ask you for advice in the future."

"It's easy to say," Song Xuan narrowed his eyes, whispered something to the attendant, turned and left.

When Song Xuan was far away, he heard Luo Yan Wang calling from the room: "Come in."

A few attendants entered the room, and saw King Naluo, holding his head in one hand, eating peanuts with chopsticks.

Although his body smelled of alcohol, his eyes were cold and sober, so he wasn't half drunk.

"The fortune teller left?"

"Go back to my lord, I have already left."

Luo Yanwang didn't know who he was talking to: "It's weird, this fortune teller is really good."

Everyone dared not answer.

Luo Yanwang picked up a few more bites of food, put down his chopsticks, and said, "You guys leave the city now, go to the southeast and find it for me."

At this time, it was already dark, and it seemed that it was not a good idea to search under the moon.It's just that King Luo Yan has a lot of prestige on weekdays, and no one dares to question him.

The attendant bowed and said, "The matter of searching the city..."

"Give it a couple of days, don't rush." ​​Luo Yanwang said, "Look in ancient trees, in white water, I'd like to see if I can find something."