Chapter 1: The Iron Mouth Broken Song (I)

"This hero, you are about to suffer a bloody disaster!"

"Me?" The person who spoke was Zhu Yinglong. They came out of Dalongxing Temple and rushed to Yangzhou. Before dark, they came to a small town, so they decided to rest in the town for the night.

Zhu Yinglong changed his conversation and laughed, and became silent along the way. Although he thought it was just a dream, it felt so real. Although it was a bit ridiculous and incredible, this dream seemed to answer the reason why he came to this time and space, and the puzzling so-called general direction of history, which has always bothered him. He led his horse into the town, suddenly shouted, and turned his head to look in the direction of his speech.

The face was narrow and long, less than three feet long, and his body was like a ghost, wearing a tattered Taoist robe and crossing his legs, he looked at him with a smile.

Look at his outfit again, at the scene:

The first couplet: "The tongue rolls up the spring thunder and shocks the gods and ghosts",

The second couplet: "The autumn moon hangs in my eyes and recognizes the king and prince"

Horizontal draft: "Iron mouth cut off Song"

"Heroic man, you will suffer a bloody disaster within three days." The ghost-faced master said to Zhu Yinglong again.

Zhu Yinglong threw the reins to Hai Chengguan beside him and walked straight towards the ghost-faced ostentatious man.

"Sir, are you talking about me?" Zhu Yinglong said with a smile. This trick of scaring people to attract customers is not new. Nine out of ten are liars, let alone fortune tellers. He wanted to hear what this person said, just try to relieve his sorrow.

"The chief escort..." The Hai brothers quickly followed. Lan Lin was still alive, and they dared not be careless at all.

When Zhu Yinglong approached, the ghost-faced man smiled and said, "I'm invited by the hero, I'm not you just talking about."

Zhu Yinglong was not polite either. He sat down in front of the ghost-faced photographer with a drastic move, put the sword in his hand in front of the ghost-faced photographer and laughed: "I have been traveling around for many years, and one day I will live a life of licking blood on the edge of the knife. You are so ridiculous that I have a bloody disaster when I see the eyes!"

"The hero misunderstood. The bloody disaster that he said was about to be said to mean that the hero is about to be in danger of his life." The ghost faced man smiled slightly.

"Life is in danger. I have been walking back and forth for more than ten years. I will never make a mistake even if I close my eyes. What kind of life is in danger?" Zhu Yinglong said nonsense. Anyway, he was dressed as a middle-aged man in his forties.

"If a hero cannot listen to a word, he will guarantee that the hero can avoid this bloody disaster!" said the ghost-faced man with a confident smile.

"Why can I trust you?" Zhu Yinglong felt that this ghost-faced figure was pretending to be mysterious. This was also a common trick used by fortune tellers, so he told him what he said.

"Just rely on my name "Iron Mouth Broken Song"!" said the ghost-faced man with confidence.

"Okay, I will pity you once when I see your rags." Zhu Yinglong pretended to look at him.

"Please write a word!" said the ghost-faced Xiangshi.

"Type test?"

"good!"

"It's interesting." Any fortune teller who is calculating characters still has some crookedness and quick wisdom in his stomach. Zhu Yinglong lowered his head and thought, what kind of characters should he test?

Just give the word "Wu". Zhu Yinglong wrote the word "Wu" on the yellow rice paper in a pen, then put down the brush and said, "Test it!"

The ghost-faced girl looked carefully, then frowned, closed her eyes, and then muttered something in her mouth, and kept pinching her fingers with her right hand.

The emperor's fortune telling is a good thing, Ma Gu and others will naturally not miss it, and they will gather around tightly, one to watch the fun, but to protect it.

"Okay, stop pretending to be a fool, hurry up and say that, I don't have that much time!" Zhu Yinglong urged.

The ghost-faced man broke away his eyes and looked at Zhu Yinglong with a frightened face. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a trembling voice: "People are on the five sides. The fifth in the family of the hero. When the hero wrote the word Wu, there was a hook on the vertical line of the character "王" and it was slightly apart from the head. Look, what is it to be separated by the character "王"?"

"Is that so, let me take a look?" Zhu Yinglong was suspicious and took the rice paper from the ghost-faced photographer. He saw that it was true. This may be his habit of writing, and there were some intentional components, which became even more obvious.

Magu and the girls came over to see it. They were all like this, and the handwriting was just one stroke from top to bottom. But if you don’t look carefully, you really can’t see it. There are no traces of addition. It wouldn’t be the ghost-faced photographer secretly. Besides, there are so many eyes staring at him, and the words on the words in the fingers of the ghost-faced photographer are still a distance away. You can’t hide them from everyone’s eyes.

"Heroic man, if he has a lead, he has a hook in the back, what word should it be?" said the ghost-faced man trembling excitedly.

"What is it?" Everyone thought about it, including Zhu Yinglong himself.

"It should be the word "nine"!" The ghost-faced man picked up his pen and wrote the word "nine".

Zhu Yinglong's eyes suddenly shrank, and he instantly understood that the ostentatious scholar in front of him had seen through his identity. He couldn't help but touch the coercion gun on his waist, and whenever something was wrong, he pulled out the gun and fired.

"Nine Five?" Ma Gu had already started to mutter, and she only understood the meaning of it one step slower than Zhu Yinglong. She was shocked and looked at the ghost-faced man nervously and alertly.

Although the Hai brothers had not figured it out yet, they felt something was wrong with the emperor, so they didn't care about anything. The sword was unsheathed, and the sharp sword light flashed and hit the ghost-faced monk's neck.

"Heroic, don't misunderstand it, you won't have any malice." Although the ghost-faced man was held on his neck by a knife, he was still very calm, and obviously an unusual person.

"Iron mouth cut off Song?" Zhu Yinglong muttered, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed. He thought of a legendary figure and said in shock: "You are Song Xiance!"

The ghost-faced ostentatious man was Song Xiance, who was proficient in "numbers" and lived with "souls". He traveled around for a long time and was divining good and bad fortune. He heard Zhu Yinglong call out his real name and was shocked. How did the emperor know his name? He asked himself that his reputation was not as great as the court's attention, and he did not get along with any government officials, nor did he show his real name. He traveled around the world. Who would remember a down-and-out ostentatious man?

Zhu Yinglong remembers the records in unofficial history that Song Xianke calculated that after the Ming Dynasty was about to perish, he followed Li Zicheng with Niu Jinxing's recommendation and became his most capable military advisor. He was called the "Pang Tong" at that time. Now Li Zicheng doesn't know where Li Zicheng is. Niu Jinxing also passed the Jinshi and has been sent to Hunan as an official. He may not meet him in his life. Hehe, this is better, you can check your talents even if you can check your characters, so you will take the initiative to come.

Zhu Yinglong waved his hand and asked the Hai brothers to take away the sharp blades on Song Xiance's neck.

"Long live the emperor when the grass man Song Xiance!" Song Xiance left his seat and knelt down and said.

"No gifts, flat, this is not a place to talk, come with me!" Zhu Yinglong looked around and saw that there were people around him, and he did not reveal his identity. He stood up and ordered.
Chapter completed!