The Return of the Great Emperor

Ye Yan was a person who could not sit still, and he was disturbed by the noise, so he simply took Hu Zi and the little maid out of the academy to find some peace.

They did not make a big fuss, and no one thought that Ye Yan would run out of the academy at this time, so the three of them walked out of the academy openly.

The three of them strolled on the street, walking casually.

Yangcheng has a history of tens of thousands of years, and it is impossible to know how long it is. There are too many ancient monuments here.

Of course, Ye Yan himself has lived for nearly 90,000 years, and he is an antique that cannot be older, so there are very few things that can attract his interest.

"Master, Hu Zi go play." Suddenly, Hu Zi pointed to the front and said.

Ye Yan took a look and saw that it was a group of naughty children of seven or eight years old playing. Thinking that Hu Zi was already seventeen years old, but his temperament was like that of a seven-year-old, so he just smiled and said: "Go."

Hu Zi was overjoyed and ran over happily.

This young man has not yet opened his mind, but it doesn't matter. Ye Yan will not force him to grow. Anyway, as long as his strength grows stronger, Hu Zi will naturally become smarter day by day.

Are there saint-level fools in the world?

Probably not.

Ye Yan continued to stroll with the little maid, and Wang Qingxue also completely let herself go, jumping around, buying a dough figurine and a candied haws, like a child.

However, this girl is only seventeen years old.

How old is Shi Yourong? She seems to be only eighteen, right?

Ye Yan glanced at the little maid's chest. It was uneven and had ups and downs, but it was a world apart from Shi Yourong.

There is really a big difference between people, even though they are only one year apart.

"Young Master Yan, let's go to tell fortunes!" The little girl saw someone setting up a stall not far away to tell fortunes, and she couldn't help but want to try.

She took Ye Yan's hand and walked to the front of the stall.

Her pretty face was flushed, and her big eyes were full of joy.

The young master asked her to hold his hand! So happy.

"Huh?" The little girl looked at the stall and was slightly surprised, because there was a flag with the words: "Those who are destined to be together will open their eyes, and those who are not destined to be together please leave."

So casual!

Is there any reason not to do business when it comes to the door?

She looked at the stall owner again, and saw that he was an old man in his sixties, with white hair and beard, like a Taoist master.

The little girl couldn't help but respect him and said, "Old sir, are we destined to be together?"

The fortune-teller just sat there with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Wang Qingxue couldn't help but feel disappointed. Not opening his eyes meant that he was not destined to be together.

"What a pity!" She shook her head. She originally wanted to ask about marriage.

She was about to leave, but the fortune-teller suddenly opened his eyes. She was overjoyed and said, "Old sir, I want to calculate my marriage."

She regretted it as soon as she opened her mouth.

Because the fortune teller looked like a master when he didn't open his eyes, but when he opened his eyes... not only did he cross his eyes, but he also looked very slippery, which ruined his look.

Now the girl only had one impression of the old man - he was a mercenary.

"Forget it, let's go." The girl wanted to leave.

"This little brother and I are destined to be together." The fortune teller said in a hoarse voice, which made people get goose bumps all over their bodies.

"Master, don't pay attention to him, he must be lying!" The girl said angrily.

Ye Yan smiled and asked, "How is it destined to be together?"

The fortune teller thought for a while and stretched out a finger: "One hundred taels of silver."

"Why don't you go and rob it!" Wang Qingxue jumped up, you think we are fools, you just opened your mouth and asked for one hundred taels of silver.

Ye Yan threw out a silver note and said, "Here, one hundred taels. But if you don't calculate correctly, you need to compensate me."

The fortune teller was stunned at first, then laughed: "I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I have read faces and fortunes for at least 80,000 people, and I have never made a mistake or miscalculated."

"Okay." Ye Yan nodded and stretched out his hand.

Fortune telling and physiognomy are not just empty words, but a kind of knowledge, and those who are good at this kind of knowledge are "qi masters", and the "qi" they look at is luck.

Everyone has luck, but most of them are mediocre, and qi masters can "see" a person's past and deduce the future through qi.

Of course, there are very few qi masters, and most fortune tellers are fake qi masters, completely deceiving people.

As early as the beginning of Ye Yan's first life, the strongest of the human race was only equivalent to the seventh level of martial arts in the future, and was a toy and food for ancient gods and demons, with extremely weak luck.

Until Ye Yan continued to break the ceiling of martial arts, not only his luck was increasing, but also the entire human race.

Then, there was the appearance of the Qi-gazing Master.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum!

This was not created by Ye Yan, but he also did some research for a period of time, and even just such a short period of research allowed him to completely surpass the most powerful Qi-gazing Master at the time.

Because, as a great emperor, his own luck is the strongest, so who can compare to studying himself?

But he scattered his cultivation into the world for generations, and in fact, his luck was also dissipating with this process, but he firmly believed that my fate is determined by myself, not by God, so what if my luck is low, the peak saint-level combat power is there, who can match it?

Unexpectedly, a sword stabbed from behind, also with the combat power of the peak saint level, pierced his defense and caused him to suffer heavy damage.

In this life, Ye Yan also believes that my fate is in my own hands, but this time he will firmly grasp the strength in his hands and will not give bad people a chance.

The fortune teller looked at Ye Yan's palm and said, "Your fate is very strong, but it is easy to break. Strange, you should not live past the age of 20!"

"I'm only 19." Ye Yan smiled.

"Oh, then you should not live past this year." The fortune teller nodded and said with certainty.

Wang Qingxue was very angry and said, "Young Master Yan, he must want to blackmail us, saying that he will help you resolve this disaster if he gives us a few hundred taels of silver! Old man, am I right?"

"No!" The fortune teller waved his hand, and when Wang Qingxue was slightly stunned, he said again, "How can a few hundred taels of silver be enough? At least one thousand taels!"

"Let's go, Young Master Yan, let's go!" Wang Qingxue went to pull Ye Yan again.

Ye Yan shook his head, took out another banknote and put it down: "I still say the same thing, if the calculation is not accurate, you have to compensate me."

"Young Master Yan!" Wang Qingxue was angry, pouted, and simply stopped reading. She walked to the side and drew circles on the ground with her toes.

The fortune teller laughed: "I have already said that I have not missed this life."

"That's good." Ye Yan smiled, "How to interpret it?"

The fortune teller kept counting his fingers, and after a while he said: "Avoid Chu!"

Oh, there is still some tricks.

Ye Yan smiled and said: "Three years ago, I married into the Chu family, but the Chu family has been wiped out by the government because of human trafficking."

Huh?

The fortune teller was stunned, this was really unexpected.

He frowned: "Stretch out your hand, I will help you take a look."

Ye Yan stretched out his palm as he said, flattened it, and let the other party check it.

The fortune teller looked at the palms, then the face, and kept counting on his fingers. Sweat kept pouring out of his forehead, and soon even his clothes were soaked.

No! No! No!