big master, big liar

Song Xuan walked up to the stage, and saw that the two Fuluan celestial masters were a pair of twin girls, each wearing a green luan robe, with green satin cloth covering their eyes, beautiful features, and their two faces seemed to be carved out of the same mold .

Fang Qiutang was also stunned: "This...how about we go down."

At first I didn't look carefully in the audience, I thought it was some old trickster who was bluffing and deceitful, but when I came up to take a look, I realized that it was just two blind girls just begging for a living, how could they cut off their money.

"Sir, stop." The blind girl had sharp eyes and ears, and when she heard Fang Qiutang's whisper, she opened her mouth first, her voice soft. "Since you are also a cultivator, why don't you give me some pointers?"

This is going to compete with Fuluan with them, the people below heard it, they only knew that it was exciting to watch again, they applauded one after another.

Fang Qiutang glanced at the old Taoist robe on Song Xuan's body, and thought that the other party must have seen this attire to make them look ugly.

"How do you two know that someone is a cultivator?" Song Xuan asked warmly.

"My sister and I are blind, but not blind." The blind girl smiled slightly, and took off the satin blindfold. Both of them closed their eyes tightly. There is an identical horizontal scar on the eyelids, which shows that they are really blind.

"If Mister has real skills, why not compete with us?"

Song Xuan smiled wryly and shook his head: "Someone can't help Luan."

The blind girl immediately connected: "What is your specialty, sir, you might as well just tell me."

Fang Qiutang couldn't help tugging at his sleeves: "Do you really want to compete with two little girls? Is it embarrassing or not?"

Song Xuan said in a low voice: "There is something strange here, let's take a look first and then talk about it."

These two blind girls did not seem to be arrogant, and indeed they could not see each other, but they insisted on going on stage to compete in some techniques of supporting Luan.

Song Xuan couldn't help but wonder what kind of medicine they sold in their gourds.

After speaking, he said: "A certain person came from a foreign country, and he doesn't know the rules on the Qingluan Terrace. I don't know if the celestial master can explain this problem for him?"

Two identical faces, with identical scars on the eyes, seem to be staring at him, which makes people feel a little strange.

This time the two girls did not speak, and the boy at the front said in a crisp voice: "Sai Fuluan's rules are very simple. Ten people are drawn here, and they write down the questions they ask in public. For the answer, whoever has the most accurate and correct answers wins."

Fang Qiutang wondered: "If someone asks how long he will live, don't we have to wait until he is dead to know whose answer is right?"

The boy said with a smile: "Of course there is no need. After all, it is a competition. Anyone who comes up to inquire can only inquire about current affairs. It would be great if he can prove it on the spot."

Fang Qiutang couldn't help touching Song Xuan: "Are you okay?"

He is not sure about Song Xuan's ability now, and he doesn't know if he can handle such a precise comparison.

Song Xuan laughed, "Yes."

This caused a kind of uproar among the people in the audience.

They saw a lot of excitement in Shengjing, and they had seen all kinds of Taoist monks' attires, some with golden crowns and jade belts, and some with ragged clothes. There were not a few people like Song Xuan who dressed plainly, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

Seeing his confident appearance now, many people have begun to doubt whether he is some sort of hermit or not.

"Someone doesn't know how to support Luan, but has a little understanding of the art of matching people. You can try a little bit, but I'm afraid that the rules of Qingluan Terrace will be broken." Song Xuan said with a smile.

Speaking of it, this Qingluan Terrace is still a decree made by the current Holy Majesty himself, and the rules are also set by the above. Song Xuan still understands this kind of human nature.

The expressions of the two blind goddesses changed, and they whispered to each other for a moment, then raised their eyebrows and said, "Sir, don't worry."

Song Xuan didn't ask in detail, just smiled and cupped his hands: "Let's start like this."

The boy ordered a few words, and someone came up with a desk and asked with a smile, "Do you need anything else, sir? We'll prepare it right away."

Song Xuan looked at his smiling face and shook his head: "There is no need for anything."

Sitting next to him, Fang Qiutang propped her chin with great interest: "These two girls are interesting, if they really have some skills, it's my eyes opened."

Song Xuan glanced at the two girls out of the corner of his eye, and saw that they were whispering, their manners were dignified, their words and smiles were measured, they didn't look like liars who were found in the market.

On the contrary, compared with our girls, they are not inferior at all.

The common people down there became excited. Originally, the Winter Moon Competition in Fuluan was over, and the Qingluan Terrace was no longer as lively as before. Now that Song Xuan came, there was another extravagant excitement to watch, and they all wanted to come up and have a try.

Song Xuan looked at the other side who was picking someone up, so he smiled and chatted with the boy: "I am in a foreign country, and I have never heard of these two Fuluan celestial masters. Are they from Shengjing?"

The boy smiled and said: "You don't know, our two celestial masters are born with supernatural powers, because mortals can't peek into the fairyland, they were sealed by the fairy, and they were taken to the fairy island as disciples, and they were sent back after Jiji. "

Fang Qiutang laughed after hearing this: "This story is better than the other one."

The boy glared at him: "This is not a story. Although the two celestial masters can't see, they can communicate with the gods. No one can surpass them in the art of supporting Luan on this stage."

After all, it seemed that the other party Qiutang's words were a little angry, and he turned his head and went away on his own.

After a while, I saw the boy knock the clock on the platform, and someone below came up first, a man in his early thirties, asking how many sons and daughters he had.

The two girls listened for a while, then restrained all the expressions on their faces, and began to operate the frame used for the shackles. The movements were familiar. Although the handwriting left on the white sand was slow, it was elegant and handsome.

Everyone has seen the scene of Fuluan a lot, and they don't find it new at all, so all eyes are focused on Song Xuan.

He asked, "Could this gentleman come here, I want to ask some questions."

Someone below booed: "You can't ask the answer directly."

Song Xuan smiled warmly: "Of course not, everyone listens."

The man came forward, Song Xuan asked his horoscope name, and excused to see his palmistry, he closed his eyes slightly at the moment of contact, and then showed a smile.

Song Xuan nodded and wrote the answer on the paper.

After a stick of incense, the answers on both sides were made public.

What the two girls wrote was: One son and one daughter are better.

The man nodded quickly.

Now you don't need to look at the real answer, you know that what the girl wrote is correct.

Unfolding Song Xuan's scroll again, it reads impressively: Two sons and one daughter.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Fang Qiutang couldn't help but punched Song Xuan with his elbow: "Can you do it?"