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The drizzle drizzled silently, and the raindrops plunged on your hands, cool and very comfortable.

The world is hazy, like a curtain, covering people's sight.

There are few pedestrians in the streets in Pingyao Town.

Yang Qifeng was walking quietly on the bluestone road with an oil umbrella in his hand.

Walking in the rain is poetic.

In the center of Liu Mansion, a tall dragon tree stands tall.

The branches and leaves are spread out like umbrellas, and a black attic is built on the tree without a ceiling, which is perfectly combined with Longhua Wood.

The attic is not magnificent, but it has its own artistic conception.

The drizzle was like mist lingering the dragon tree.

The yew and the oil umbrella are like a painting.

Standing outside the Liu Mansion, he stood for a long time before slowly retreating.

With his steps moving, Yang Qifeng walked step by step to the city gate, his eyes were calm and his face was gentle, and he walked out of Pingyao Town.

After leaving, his eyes became cold and he was monitored. He had become a little out of character in Pingyao Town recently.

He began to walk around Pingyao Town with a swagger. At this time of martial law, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed suspicious.

Let's leave for now and come back in three months.

I estimated the time for giving birth in the Liu family.

No matter how you calculate it, even if you have premature birth, it is impossible to have less than six months.

Leaving Pingyao Town, he moved his footsteps, and a cloud of air emerged from his feet.

White clouds linger, a auspicious cloud lifts up, and walks on the clouds.

The mountains and rivers kept waving under him, and half a day later he was already thousands of miles away.

His handsome face changed rapidly.

The hair is retreating, the forehead is highlighted, and the black silk turns white.

The tall body began to bend, and in the blink of an eye, an old man with big ears and white beards appeared here.

Yang Qifeng stretched out his hand and the air in front of him was rippling like water waves.

Yang Qifeng's image jumped on it, and he watched it carefully and adjusted his appearance.

Looking at the purple long gown on his body, he frowned and began to choose a Taoist robe from his own space equipment.

After taking a closer look at the outfit, he was still not satisfied.

"Please help from the demon god,"

"good,"

A blue light flashed, and the vigorous qi and blood and sharp aura began to decline.

Vitality, qi and blood are falling continuously.

Vitality is scattered, blood and blood are not smooth, drooping and rotting, and old age is revealed.

Only then did Yang Qifeng feel satisfied, straw sandals, marinated Taoist robe.

Still, I can’t practice. If the thirty-six changes of Tiangang and the first level of cultivation are successful, why do I need the help of Qianlan Demon God?

After exercising his body, Yang Qifeng kept adjusting his own state.

Then he changed his direction and walked towards Pingyao Town step by step.

After thousands of miles of journey, he did not drive the clouds or speed, but was not panicked and walked forward step by step.

Time is slow and fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

The sun is bright, the sky is as clear as the breeze blows,

The silver-white hair sways in the wind, holding a guise, sewed with brocade thread, and embroidered; count the sky, count the earth, count the man.

On the contrary, it is; three hexagrams a day, and no money can be taken.

Walking in the streets of Pingyao Town,

His eyes were bright, and there were pedestrians who subconsciously looked at this familiar master.

Pingyao Town is an ancient town with the changes in the world and the flags on the city walls are constantly changing, but Pingyao Town has not suffered much damage.

There are 30,000 households in the town and more than 100,000 people.

Although it is a town, it is actually a city, and it is the fief of the Donghou.

Yang Qifeng has already found out all this and comes to Pingyao Town again after three months.

Pingyao Town has not changed much, so he came straight to the most prosperous streets in Pingyao Town.

He stood up the cover in his hand, took out the cushion, sat cross-legged, his eyes drooped, and began to close his eyes and rest, pretending to be a master.

The business is faster than Yang Qifeng expected.

Just as his eyes were closed, it was only a quarter of an hour.

After the initial hesitation, someone soon stepped forward.

In the mythical world, fortune-telling and character-calculating are commonplace, and they often appear when traveling.

This is not a strange scene. The only strange thing is Yang Qifeng's appearance, which is a bit special.

The person who came had a straight face, big bra, round waist, and an apron tied around his waist. He was covered with dark red blood stains. He came to Yang Qifeng, bowed directly, and said sincerely, "I want to interpret dreams?"

"Say?" Yang Qifeng's drooping eyelids did not break away, and his lips squirmed, showing his master's demeanor.

"I have dreamed of blood every night. What is this bad omen?" He said uneasy and uneasy.

"This is a good omen, I'll know tomorrow."

"What does this mean?" The big man was confused, reached out and touched his head, and spoke in confusion.

"Next?" Yang Qifeng was not sure how to answer the big man.

This sentence is just his repeated words of the Qianlan Demon God.

Yang Qifeng is not proficient in this method when it comes to fortune-telling.

"I?"

"Okay, okay, didn't you say it? I'll know tomorrow, so hurry up and get out of here."

The big man wanted to say something else, but was pulled by someone behind him.

This made the man angry, but after seeing clearly that the person who came was a Taoist boy, his anger dissipated and he turned sideways and moved away.

"Fellow Daoist's tone is a bit too big,"

"Count the sky, count the earth, count the human beings, I want to know what is not something that fellow Taoists can calculate,"

A gentle and angry voice sounded, and a middle-aged man with long beards stood in front of Yang Qifeng in a Taoist robe and said.

Yang Qifeng slowly broke away his eyes and looked at the Taoist in front of him.

I was delighted that my strange appearance really attracted attention and the advertising effect was good.

The business came soon and the house came, not only did it say that it even fryed a big fish.

Yang Qifeng had already figured out the situation in Pingyao Town some time ago.

This Taoist who tells fortune-telling and character-making is also found in Pingyao Town.

He is the Li Banxian in front of him, nicknamed Tiekou.

Yang Qifeng also observed him and still had some skills and accurate fortune-telling. He is very famous in Pingyao Town.

I thought this person couldn't sit still and would take a few days to come here in person, so he had to set up his own sign.

But he did not expect that he would come so early.

But it’s better to come early. This stepping stone will come one day earlier and step on it will save your own efforts.

"Fellow Daoist has poor skills, why should we judge others by ourselves?" Yang Qifeng was naturally not polite. Since the other party came to smash the situation, he naturally could not give a smile and let the other party fight.

"There is poor skills and very good, so you can calculate the weather in Pingyao Town tomorrow for me?"

"Is it sunny, cloudy, or rainy?"
Chapter completed!