big master, big liar

On the scroll of Song Xuan's handwriting is impressively written: 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?"

"Look again." The old god Song Xuan was there.

The scroll was fully unfolded, and it read: "Two sons and one daughter, the eldest son died young."

The man was completely stunned.

The audience in the audience roared and asked for confirmation: "It's true!"

The sisters who were supporting Luan on the stage couldn't help but move their lips: "...Impossible."

All eyes were on the stage.

The man's eyes were wide open, and his mouth grew so large that it could almost stuff an egg into it: "Mr. Wonderful."

Now the people's voices exploded with a "boom--".

No one expected that there would be such a dramatic change as soon as the game started.

Fang Qiutang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but said, "Okay, you, Song Xuan, do you still have a hand?"

Song Xuan shook his head: "It's just a fluke."

"Why are you being modest with me?" Fang Qiutang pushed him.

Song Xuan is really not being modest, it's just that this man probably remembered his dead eldest son during the divination, so Song Xuan read the relevant memory, and wrote it down, just for a coincidence

With this incident, the people who came up to divination later all looked in awe, and did not dare to show contempt. Even the expressions of the two sisters were a little weird.

As Song Xuan wrote the answer, Fang Qiutang muttered on the sidelines: "The two sisters may not have problems, who knows if there is anything tricky here."

Song Xuan didn't speak.

Because of the attitude of the sisters, he originally had a vague expectation.

Maybe this pair of sisters are the same people as him?

He can only see each other's memories when he is in contact with others. If there is any other way for this pair of sisters?

But as soon as the result came out, Song Xuan couldn't help laughing bitterly.It seems that he has the upper hand, but in fact he is the most disappointed.

Song Xuan shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and continued with the big drama of Sai Fuluan—after all, he came to the stage, and there should be a beginning and an end.

After that, the seven people had nothing to look at. Some asked them to guess things and the appearance of their relatives. The results of divination were almost the same, and there were occasional deviations.

When the ninth came up, Fang Qiutang's eyes widened.

It was the old man who had quarreled with him first.

The old man pointed his nostrils at the two of them, no matter how you looked at it, it was a force.

"Listen well," the old man said. "My question is, what is my birth date?"

The people in the audience couldn't help whispering to each other.

Song Xuan was a little funny, this stubborn old man made it clear that he just wanted to embarrass him.

In order to pretend that he was a fortune teller, he used to ask for his date of birth and his name, and then look at his palmistry to cover himself up, so that he is not so weird.It's also good to make a fortune-telling look to win people's trust.

But now the old man is rushing forward, making it clear that he refuses to tell him the horoscope.

"It's not fair!" Fang Qiutang was also stunned. He was the first to realize that he had seen Song Xuan's fortune-telling, and almost all of them asked for his name. Although he didn't know how to deduce it, he took it as a necessary condition.

The people in the audience also yelled: "Yeah, it's not fair——"

"If you don't even give the horoscope, how can you count?"

But the old man stuck his neck and said: "So what, Fuluan Tianshi doesn't want people's horoscope, didn't he still figure it out? Others can count, but you can't. What is it if you don't call yourself inferior to a human being?"

His sophistry made everyone quiet down. After thinking about it, it seemed that this was the case.

But Fang Qiutang refused to give up: "Fuck your mother, are you an old fool? The medium of fortune-telling is different. You remove Fuluan's sand table and see if they count? Are you here to make trouble? right?"

The old man couldn't refute for a while, so he cursed angrily: "I just don't believe that you two brats can figure out anything, even if you can't guess my horoscope, how dare you come to be a celestial master? Go back Let's farm in the countryside."

This was a bit exaggerated, there was an uproar on and off the stage, even the boy looked embarrassed, wondering if he should let the old man go down.Look at this for a while, and look at that for a while, it's a dilemma.

Song Xuan looked at the old man for a long while, shook his head, and laughed: "I can't figure out your horoscope, as you said, you are inferior to others in low skills, so just bow down."

His voice was clear and gentle, and his face was gentle. At that stop, it was a judgment call.

Let everyone be quiet.

Fang Qiutang on the other end couldn't help but tugged at his sleeve: "This old hozen is clearly looking for trouble and messing things up. Why do you still listen to him?"

Song Xuan shook his head and smiled: "It wasn't for winning in the first place, so why not ask him to say a few words?"

Although Fang Qiutang was impatient, he would not be so excited by these two sentences. This time, it was because Song Xuan was underestimated that he couldn't help but fight back.Now seeing that Song Xuan didn't take it seriously, he also turned off the fire.

"Forget it, this old man, sooner or later he will be kicked by the donkey." He cursed and reluctantly stopped.

Song Xuan, on the other hand, ignored the old man's triumphant eyes, smiled and cupped his hands at the two sisters: "I can't figure it out this time, so and so lost, thank you two celestial masters for your guidance."

The two sisters looked at the sudden change on the stage, and they were quite at a loss. One of them was a little more stable, and nodded: "You are welcome, sir, it's just that Sai Fuluan will compete ten times, you..."

Song Xuan shook his head, he was not very interested in this Qingluan Terrace, now that there is a step down, he just wants to go down quickly: "The outcome has been decided, why insist on ten games?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a voice from behind: "Sir, stop."

As soon as Song Xuan turned his head, a person was walking up the stage.

This is an extremely conspicuous man, with narrow and long phoenix eyes, a pointed chin, pale and fluffy complexion, but thin and bright red lips, with a hint of a faint smile.

He was dressed in white and silver embroidered clothes, and held a white jade fracture fan in his hand. He was in excellent condition, he had no beard, and there was a faint sickness all over his body, making it impossible to tell his age.

"I have been waiting for my husband to clarify my doubts. After waiting for a long time, is the gentleman going to break his promise?" The man said with a smile. "I've been waiting for you sir for a long time."

Song Xuan glanced at the boy hosting the stage, and the boy nodded, indicating that this was indeed the tenth person.

Song Xuan sighed, sat down with a smile: "I was negligent, what do you want to ask?"

The man squinted his eyes and smiled softly: "I just want to ask you one thing, if you answer correctly, I will make a wish for you, Mr.

Song Xuan heard it strangely, and just shook his head: "My lord, you don't need to be too polite, a certain person has already agreed to the tenth person, so you really shouldn't break your promise and get fat."

The man didn't mind, he walked slowly to the table, staring at him with a pair of phoenix eyes, as if he wanted to see into his soul: "My problem is..."

"who am I?"