When Wang Buyu saw that the fortune teller said that he was about to die, he couldn't help but be furious and scolded: "Old guy, I specially spent money to tell you fortune. Are you here to make fun of me on purpose?"

The fortune teller was not angry when he saw Wang Buyu cursing, but he just watched Wang Buyu amazed, "I have been watching people for decades, and I have never seen someone as strong as your death spirit. As the saying goes, ten deaths are not alive, but there is a glimmer of life in the world, and it will always give people a way of life. As long as you have the heart, you can always break it. But you are in a situation where deaths are not alive, and you can't find a way to live at all. Such ten destinies will never be seen in an eternity!"

He exclaimed repeatedly, "It was indeed not in vain today. I saw you like this. It was really worth the trip! It was worth the trip!" He looked at Wang Buyu excitedly, "Your uncle, do you dare to test a word? A desperate person like you is really rare. Since you meet him today, you have to calculate it!" He said this, and threw back the silver ingot that Wang Buyu had just handed him to him, "I can't collect your money! The rules inside the door, no one who dies should charge his life!"

Wang Buyu sneered at the face, took the silver ingot and said, "Wang's life is so light that it's not worth mentioning, it's interesting!"

Although he smiled, his eyes showed a cold and ruthless look, and he said, "Since you have seen all your face, what's the point of measuring a word?" He said, "I want to see what tricks you can play with?"

Fortune tellers are exaggerating and intimidating the general master in order to achieve the goal of getting more money. Wang Buyu was completely disbelief of the fortune teller's words at this time. "How can I lose money and eliminate disasters if I don't say disasters? This old guy can scare people by saying it with a mouth!"

Now he walked to the fortune teller and asked, "How to write it? Where to write it?"

The fortune teller said, "I don't have any fortune telling stalls here. Just write a word on the ground!"

Wang Buyu said, "Okay!" He pulled the sword behind his back into his hand, and carved the word "wood" on the ground paved with bluestone. After writing, he didn't turn his head back with a "brush", and even his eyes turned, he inserted the sword into the scabbard behind him.

He drew his sword and wrote, and returned the sword to the sheath, which was really done in one go, and was extremely free and cheerful. Everyone onlookers applauded and applauded when they saw it.

Wang Buyu was indifferent to the cheers of everyone, but just looked at the fortune teller and asked softly: "How can I explain the word "wood"?

The fortune teller looked down and saw a large "wood" character engraved there squarely on the bluestone floor, with clear strokes and a few inches deep, with extraordinary momentum. He praised him now: "My uncle is good at swordsmanship, even calligraphy is also quite powerful! What a pity!"

He looked regretful and sang: "One stroke and one stroke are a person, but he is tied up on the cross, and his left and right feet are not touched. It turns out that he is a hanged ghost!"

After the fortune teller finished singing, he sighed: "The people who hang themselves all commit suicide. It turns out that you are still asking for your own death!"

He looked at Wang Buyu and smiled and said, "I said how could there be no chance of life, but it turned out that the person involved was still in the person involved. If you don't seek death, you will definitely be peaceful. If you are determined to die, there will be no way out of heaven and no way to enter the earth. If you want to survive, you should stay away from this place!"

Wang Buyu snorted coldly and said, "It turns out that you, the fortune teller, are in the same group as the dog girl inside. He wants to use intimidation to disturb my heart to get treasures. It is really a pity!" He pulled out his long sword and pointed it at the fortune teller, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

The fortune teller sighed: "I am just a poor fortune teller. Uncle, you are a famous figure in the world. Do you have the same knowledge as me? If you calculate it correctly, give some rewards. If you are not sure, everyone laughs and listen to it as a joke. Why do you have to be so angry?"

Wang Buyu sneered, "Who knows what you mean? His nonsense is disturbing people's minds. He must leave some marks for you." The sword in his hand shook and he was about to stab the fortune teller.

At this moment, his shoulders suddenly sank, and a warm voice came into his ears, "Why do you have to be so angry with me, brother? Is a fortune teller worthy of your anger?"

Wang Buyu was shocked. He was a martial arts master in the top 20 on the ground list, and was a little stronger than Tian Heng of the Demonic Sect. Now that he was bullied, he knew nothing. This was the first time in his life.

He turned around and looked at it. He saw a young man in white robe standing beside him at some point, with a palm resting on his shoulder.

Seeing Wang Buyu turn around, the young man in white robe smiled slightly, took back his right hand that was on Wang Buyu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, just a fortune teller, why are you so angry?"

Wang Buyu saw this man with tall and tall figure, with a handsome face covering his body with a white robe, and a folding fan in his hand gently shaking, making him feel indescribable and elegant, radiant.

Seeing that he was of extraordinary temperament, Wang Buyu didn't know who he was, he didn't dare to refute him. He tried to raise the corners of his mouth and smiled, "For the sake of the young master, let's spare this old liar." As he spoke, the sword threw it behind him, and it was already back in the sheath.

The young man in white smiled and said, "Brother Wang is so skillful!" This sentence seemed to be praise and sarcastic. Without waiting for Wang Buyu to recall what this means, the young man in white had already walked to the fortune teller and said, "Senior, can you test me a word?"

The fortune teller looked at the young man in white, looked in fear on his face, but said, "Fortune telling must be paid first, and if you give it money, you will approve it. If you don't have money, it doesn't count."

The young man in white laughed, "The rules of fortune telling for seniors are different from others. You have to pay for fortune telling first!" Amid the laughter, he took out an inch of gold from his arms and threw it to the fortune teller, "This is just the money for tea and water for seniors."

After the fortune teller reached out to take the gold ingot, his mouth cracked open, and the corner of his mouth almost pulled to the back of his head. He laughed and said, "Young Master is so generous, so generous! Please write a word first."

The young man in white smiled and said, "Okay!"

The folding fan in his hand was already closed. He held the folding fan and gestured at the ground for a few more times, then opened the folding fan again and gently slapped it a few times. A breeze blew, and a stream of stone chips on the ground flew up, disappearing in an instant, revealing a large word. The young man in white said, "Please test it out for me, senior."

Wang Buyu next to him saw him making a move in the void and his power was penetrated by the folding fan. He even wrote a word on the bluestone ground silently. He was even more shocked and puzzled, and said to himself: "Who is this person? Such feminine internal force is not at all sound when it is released. If you want to kill someone, wouldn't it be accurate to kill one person!"

Looking down, I saw that the word carved by the young man in white was still the same word as the same word he had just engraved. However, although it was the same word, the one written by someone was much better than his own. It was clear and unworldly. Between the dots and strokes, it was like flowing clouds and flowing water, like a vigorous flying dragon. The word "wood" was carved on the bluestone slab, but it seemed to be about to rise and rise at any time.

The fortune teller looked at the big words on the bluestone slab and kept shaking his head, "Good words, good words!" He exclaimed: "Young master knows people by words. You are profound in knowledge and your calligraphy and painting skills are far superior to your peers. This character is flying and flying, and you will jump up and soar into the sky. Your master's future is unlimited!"

He chanted in a long voice, "One stroke and one stroke is a person, and he strode straight to the South Heaven Gate. He leaned against the sky tree and climbed up the blue clouds all the way." It was also the word "wood", but the poems annotated by Wang Buyu and the young master in white were completely different.

After reading the comments, the fortune teller said to the young master in white: "Young Master is lucky and has a very good fortune. You will definitely be able to meet noble people in these days. From then on, you will rise from the ground and rise above the sky!" He looked at the face of the young master in white and said, "At this time, good luck is in your body, which is a sign of meeting Allah!"

When the young man in white heard this, he looked unpredictable and smiled and said, "Ha, it turns out that I am still a life of having sex with others?" He looked at the fortune teller deeply, "Senior, Yin and Yang annotations, you can't joke about the younger boy!"

The fortune teller said, "No joke!"

The young man in white sighed and said, "Okay." For a moment, he no longer had the calm expression he had just now, and became distracted and did not want to speak.

After walking a few steps forward, when he came to his senses, he had already arrived at the gate of the courtyard where Yang Yi lived. He was energetic and regained his confident expression as before. He laughed and stepped into the courtyard.

In the yard.

Yang Yi is bulldozing the ground.

Just now, when Tian Heng used his true body to fight him, he stepped on the ground in the yard to make big and small holes bumpy, which looked extremely indecent. There were servants in the yard, so he could let them level the land, but Yang Yi thought they were slow to do it, so he did it himself to level the ground.

When the young man in white entered the yard, he saw Yang Yi slapped the void while waving his hand. The ground in the yard was shocked. The last uneven ground in the yard had become smooth and flat, and it looked three more than the bluestone ground. What was rare was that he used such a great force to hit the ground, and the ground became extremely staring, but he was not surprised and there was no sense of dust flying.

After Yang Yi patted the ground, he clapped his hands and turned around and smiled, "This brother is light and vigorous, with a steady and thick inner breath, and he exudes a bit of flying and passionate meaning, as if he has the feeling of writing and painting, which is really rare."

The young man in white looked surprised and bowed, "I have met Brother Yang with my younger brother Bai Zihua!"

"Brother Yang is indeed amazing. A dozen meters away, he can sense the internal breathing movement from my footsteps. This is the first time I have encountered this kind of hearing and judgment!"

He stepped forward, put away the folding fan in his hand, and said to Yang Yi: "Brother did not come here this time to see Brother Yang's peerless magical skills, so as to increase his knowledge and make some progress." As he said that, he turned his palm and suddenly a pen appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "I am quite happy to be aware of my writing. If I compete today, I would be a little disrespectful to Brother Yang. I will paint a picture on the spot and give it to Brother Yang for my appreciation."
Chapter completed!