The guard nodded, turned around and entered the gate of the mansion. After a while, he took out a piece of white cloth from it, and wrapped a few strands of hair in it.

"I got this blood from my son, the old woman. If you can judge my son's current condition through this hair, you will be considered passing."

Old Mrs. Song's slightly faint but sharp eyes swept across dozens of people present.

"Old Mrs. Song, I saw this hair with a hint of yin energy and a sense of decay. I'm afraid your son's life is hanging at this moment."

A Taoist shook his head and looked like he was sighing.

"Nonsense! This hair is obviously shiny and dark, Young Master Song's life is absolutely safe now!" a middle-aged warrior scolded.

"It's obviously..."

Seeing everyone's argument, Old Mrs. Song did not change her expression, but said lightly: "Everyone, there is no need to argue, write your answers on paper, I will know yours later."

After saying that, the two maids behind her turned around and picked up their pens, ink, paper and inkstones to walk towards the people below the field and distributed them to them.

Holding the pen, a group of people started writing, and looked around from time to time with vigilant eyes, covering the paper with their bodies, fearing that others would look at their own answers.

However, among the dozens of people, five did not start writing.

In addition to Yuesheng and Xu Mao, there are two men and one woman.

The woman looks about twenty years old, wearing tight clothes, dark color, long black hair, slightly heroic eyebrows and eyes, and a bell hanging around her waist.

One of the men looked like a middle-aged Taoist priest, with a slightly bitter expression. Yellow talismans and a sword made of bronze were faintly exposed on their waists, which looked a little ancient.

Another one is a young man who is about twenty years old, smiling, shaking his feather fan gently, and looking confident.

"Five people, somehow don't write or write? But I don't know the answer and prepare to give up?"

Old Mrs. Song glanced at the five people and asked.

When the others heard Mrs. Song’s inquiry, they all looked up at the five people, looking contemptuous.

"Hey, brother, if you don't know the answer, I can reveal it to you..."

The warrior who had been talking to Yue Sheng before poked Yue Sheng's waist with his elbow and whispered.

"No, this hair is not the old woman's son at all, but she used the maids around her to fool us!"

Yue Sheng replied to the warrior indifferently.

"How could it be?"

The warrior was startled, grew his mouth wide, and was about to refute, when the young man shaking the feather fan suddenly stepped out, smiled and bowed, and said:

"Old Mrs. Song, if you read it correctly, I guess this hair is not your son's, but the girl next to you."

As he said that, the hair held by white cloth suddenly flew into the young man's hands.

I saw him gently pointing it on it, and these strands of hair seemed to have grown wings and flew out, stuck to the maid's head, scaring her to take two steps back.

"Young man is good at skills!" Old Mrs. Song smiled and exclaimed, and looked at the others at the same time, and said a little coldly:

"In addition to this young man, there are four other honors. Please come back. My million taels of silver is not that good, old lady."

Most of the others threw their pens in anger, looked at the five people hard, and left without saying a word.

There are also a few people who silently put down their pens and turn around and leave without saying much.

This situation is a shame and makes people feel uncomfortable.

Although they are liars, they are shameless in the world.

"Brother Yue, you still have a vision. I didn't even see that there was something wrong with this hair. I didn't expect that this old woman looked quite honest and was foolish with us. Do I want me to find someone to be her?"

Xu Mao said viciously beside Yuesheng.

"Do you think this is Qingning City? This is someone else's territory. Do you still want to find someone to be her? She didn't find someone to do it and calculated that you did it. Even if we want to do it, we will do it ourselves!"

Yuesheng condensed a bunch of sounds into Xu Mao's ears.

Xu Mao was stunned. He forgot that this was not Qingning City. He just used to using his own tricks that were the young city lord.

He and Yuesheng were disliked by anyone in Qingning City, so they directly asked someone from the Chijin Gang to get rid of this person.

"Since this young hero has performed his unique skills, I wonder if the four of you can open my eyes to the old woman?"

Old Mrs. Song turned her gaze to Yuesheng and the other four asked.

Her meaning is very obvious. If she can't show her abilities, she'll get out of here!

The young man also looked at Yuesheng and the other four with a smile on his face. He also wanted to see how strong the other four were.

Jiang Wei did not pay much attention to Yuesheng and Xu Mao, but was a middle-aged Taoist priest of another woman.

Although Yuesheng looks very strong, both his burly body, his developed muscles, and his muscles and bones that make him sound from time to time are showing strength.

But Jiang Wei knew very well that people who always wanted to show their strength and put their strength on the surface were those who were easy to deal with, and were often the weakest.

The real strong people are hidden, such as this middle-aged Taoist priest who seems to be making a living in the world, and an ordinary young woman.

What's more, there was a person who was fatter than a pig and had difficulty walking around Yuesheng, which made him see clearly in his heart.

"Brother Yue, I wonder if I am too careful. I always feel that the little white face looks down on us?"

Xu Mao sent me a little reluctantly, but with Yuesheng's help, the others did not notice at all.

"It's not that I feel it, but this little guy is looking down on Uncle Yuesheng and you. If you have the chance, kill him first. Uncle Yuesheng hates others looking at me with this kind of eyes!"

Yuesheng sent a cold voice.

He has never seen Jiang Wei's eyes. Due to his practice and his own reasons, his limbs are much more developed than ordinary warriors.

Although his fierce appearance is very intimidating to the weak warriors of the past, slightly stronger warriors will look at him with the look of a foolish and reckless man.

He doesn't like this feeling very much.

Even this is a kind of deceptive appearance that can make people relax their guard.

But the feeling of being regarded as a fool is not ordinary discomfort.

"I know Brother Yue, I will teach him how to be a human being!" Xu Mao said fiercely.

"Since the three of you don't move, then I'll do it first!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest with a bitter expression and a little old-fashioned dress stepped forward.

He raised his hand gently, and the yellow talisman on his waist flew out with a whoosh and fell into his hand.

"disease!"

The yellow talisman turned into a flash of lightning, and slashed on the ground with a bang. A large charred pit appeared, with a burnt smell inside.

Old Mrs. Song's ears were numb and she took two or three steps back, and was quickly supported by the two maids behind her.
Chapter completed!