Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Cai Lan? "

Wang Fu's eyes moved slightly. In his sight, the excited figure leaving in the sky coincided with the strange woman from Renjia Village.

He didn't know what the connection was between the two, and he wasn't sure if he felt wrong, but it was a kind of fate to be able to feel this woman's aura again after more than a hundred years.

Wang Fu lowered his head and smiled, and then prepared to leave and go to Zhenbao Pavilion.

But at this moment, a scholar suddenly appeared in front of him.

The scholar was dressed in linen, with a fair and handsome face. He was holding a Pingjin flag with the words "Gua Wen Destiny" written on it, and looked at Wang Fu with a smile on his lips.

The scholar holds the gift with one hand:

"Fellow Taoist, Xiaosheng has bowed his head."

"My lord, I returned the gift." Wang Fu was slightly stunned. He couldn't see through the young scholar's cultivation. He didn't dare to be careless. He subconsciously stepped back half a step and slightly cupped his hand in return.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be nervous. Xiaosheng Chen Fan is a divination divination person in this city. Today's stall is next to Fuyun Tower. I just saw that Taoist friend's expression was full of reminiscences, which also brought back the past in Xiaosheng's heart. This is why "The scholar is polite, elegant and easy-going, and his words give people a gentle feeling like a spring breeze, which makes people very fond of him.

When Wang Fu heard this, he turned his head slightly and saw a fortune-telling stall not far away, but he was still wary.

"I wonder if you have any advice, sir?"

"I don't dare to give you advice. It's fate that Xiaosheng and Taoist friend meet each other. The niche has not yet opened today. This first hexagram seems to belong to Taoist friend." The scholar smiled warmly.

Wang Fu frowned slightly. If he hadn't really been unable to see through the depth of this scholar, Wang Fu would have thought he had met some charlatan.

However, he has no objection to divination. This method is profound and unpredictable, but even mortals can get a glimpse of it. If you don’t see the slovenly Zhang Shanhai that you met in the capital of Daxia more than a hundred years ago, just give it to him. Calculate a fortune.

Even that hexagram pointed out the direction of his survival and allowed him to escape from the hands of the old monster of the Dong family.

It's a pity that Zhang Shanhai was just a mortal. Although he could see the secrets of others, he couldn't see his own destiny. He drowned in Wangxian Lake in Daxia the day after they met.

Now there is only one copper coin left by senior Zhang Shanhai that he keeps.

"Since you are willing to pry into the secrets of heaven for me, I am disrespectful. However, if this hexagram gold is too expensive, I cannot afford it." Wang Fu simply agreed. He also wanted to see what this ignorant scholar is capable of. , not to mention that no one in Yunyuan City dares to do anything like killing people and stealing goods.

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, the fortune-telling and fortune-telling of a young man depends on fate. A shallow fate is hard to find, but a deep fate is only one child." The scholar slowly stretched out his right hand and revealed a finger.

"So, I have a close relationship with you, sir?" Wang Fu smiled teasingly.

"It's natural. It seems that fellow Taoist is also a destined person. Please come this way." The scholar stretched out his hand and led the way with a smile.

A few steps away, Wang Fuye arrived in front of the fortune-telling and fortune-telling booth.

The scholar sat down with a three-foot long wooden table in front of him. On the table, there were all four treasures of the study room, and there was also a small bell and a copper plate on both sides.

"Fellow Taoist, please take a seat." The scholar waved his hand, and a wooden stool appeared in front of the wooden table. Wang Fu was slightly startled, and then sat down.

Seeing this, the scholar loosened his grip on the Pingjin flag, and the flag stood upright behind the long table. He spoke slowly:

"Fellow Taoist, fortune telling or fortune telling? What do you want to calculate?"

"Let's take a word test. I want to know what the person in my heart is like and when I can see him." Wang Fu thought that Zhang Shanhai used tortoise shell copper coins to tell fortunes. Now that he met someone with this ability again, he naturally changed the test. try.

Hearing this, the scholar smiled slightly, and then began to study the ink. After a few breaths, he put down the ink stick, stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and said:

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Wang Fu was not polite. He picked up the brush on the side, dipped it in ink and wrote the word "Fan" on the rice paper.

"Good calligraphy!" The scholar looked at the words on the rice paper, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but blurt out his praise.

Wang Fu chuckled lightly. After all, he was also a spiritual talisman master. In addition, he had been writing and painting in Fuyao Town for decades, so he still had this skill.

"It seems that fellow Taoist has great attainments in calligraphy and painting." The scholar praised him generously.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the word "Fan" on the rice paper.

"You can tell a person by his words. You are really destined to be a young man." After a while, the scholar spoke slowly.

Seeing that Wang Fu was silent, the scholar smiled and then went straight to the point:

"The person in my heart is a woman. 'Fan' means Wei Mo. Judging from this word, my Taoist received great help from this woman in his early years when his strength was low."

"We haven't seen each other since then, but fellow Taoist, please rest assured that this girl is still alive. In the style of fellow Taoist ink, the pen is full of twists and turns. It can be said that there are twists and turns, and it won't be long before you see each other again."

"but……"

The scholar pondered for a moment.

"But what?" When the other party said the first word to explain the word, Wang Fu felt a huge wave in his heart, and now he asked anxiously.

But then Wang Fu realized that something was wrong with his mood, so he quickly shut up and regained his composure, but the anxiety in his eyes was not completely concealed.

"But the process is tortuous, like looking at flowers through fog, intertwined spaces, and ordinary things." The scholar shook his head slightly and said something ambiguous.

"As for the explanation, the secret has not been revealed. Taoist friends have also had experts do divination, so they should understand this."

Wang Fu was shocked when he heard this. The other party could even tell that he had read fortunes for other people before, which showed that his fortune-telling skills were extraordinary.

He was so young and his cultivation was unknown. He was either a peerless master with a way to keep his youth, or he had a special secret method or treasure. It was hard to tell the depth of his skills. But no matter what, Wang Fu admired his fortune-telling skills.

He stood up and bowed, saying respectfully:

"I admire your ability, sir."

"I don't know how much this fortune-telling gold..."

Seeing the scholar's half-smile, Wang Fu also reacted and took out a low-grade spirit stone from his storage bag and placed it on the wooden table.

The scholar held the spirit stone and put it in his pocket, then turned his hand and took out a wrinkled yellow talisman paper folded into a triangle, stood up and handed it to Wang Fu.

He stood up, looked at Wang Fu with a smile, and slowly said:

"This is a talisman, as a return gift, I give it to you."

"If you encounter any trouble in the future, light this talisman, maybe you will get an unexpected surprise, or it can solve your troubles."

"This talisman was drawn by me in my early years, and there are not many of them. Meeting is fate, and fate is immortal. There is no key. Just remember, believe it, it exists, and don't believe it, it doesn't exist."

After the scholar finished speaking, he nodded to Wang Fu.

Wang Fu took the wrinkled "talisman" and could not feel any spiritual power. Even under the divine sense, there was no trace of runes in the talisman paper folded into a triangle.

But Wang Fu still put it away.

He did not detect anything unusual. In addition, from the ridicule of the White Cold Demon Lord, this "talisman" was also mediocre, and it was no problem to keep it.

"If you believe, then it exists. If you don't believe, then it doesn't exist... Haha... Boy, I didn't expect that you, a cultivator who is about to form a baby, actually believe in divination and fortune-telling. It's really ridiculous. In my hometown, Hanyan Realm, these fortune-tellers are all deceptions of ordinary people. They use some trivial habits to deduce and guess, or make arrangements in advance. In addition, they always speak ambiguously and unclearly. It sounds very bluffing, but in fact it's all nonsense." The voice of Baihan Demon Lord was full of sarcasm, and he laughed unscrupulously in the space of the small tripod.

"I thought you were a big shot, but I didn't expect you to be so superstitious. It really disappoints me."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Demon Lord, to mortals, you and I are immortals who can fly and hide. They have never seen our true bodies and spread our abilities everywhere. In the eyes of other mortals, is it superstitious?" Wang Fu responded calmly.

"The Lord of Demons has already reached the state of transformation of spirits. He should understand that there are always people who are better than you. For example... can the Lord of Demons see through the depth of this scholar in hemp clothes?"

The Lord of Demons Bai Han's laughter stopped abruptly.

"There is only a trace of spirit left, and I can't see any clues about this person. Either he is also a god, or he has a secret treasure! However, the latter possibility is higher, because the Lord did not sense the dangerous aura from this boy, but it does not rule out the possibility that this boy has extraordinary attainments in secret methods." It was not until Wang Fu said goodbye to the scholar Chen Fan and left that he spoke again, his tone was a little solemn.

Hearing this, Wang Fu felt that the scholar named Chen Fan was more and more mysterious.

Can't you see through the state of transformation of spirits?

…

“Daoyou, we will say goodbye here. I hope you will not miss me in the future!”

Chen Fan looked at Qinghong who was going farther and farther away, and smiled mysteriously. Then he put away the wooden table, held the Pingjin banner with the words “Guawen Youyuan”, and walked towards the end of the street step by step.

Occasionally, when he met someone, he would stop and read the characters and fortune.

Dangzhenren is just like his name, ordinary.