Shen Yu is relatively familiar with Li Hanmo’s character.
He has superb martial arts and unparalleled medical skills. He is an extremely arrogant person. Not to mention that it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to meet him. It is extremely difficult for even top wealthy businessmen to ask him to see a doctor.
Because he is not short of money!
Once a person is no longer short of money, there will be nothing that can make him let go of his dignity easily.
There are even rumors that Li Hanmo has more money than Li Hanlin and Mr. Li.
Therefore, people who can be friends with Li Hanmo must have certain qualities.
If a mediocre person wants to regard Li Hanmo as a friend or an old friend, then he really can’t even think about it!
"Since we have met, why not ask this old gentleman if he knows the old Taoist priest?"
Thinking of this, Shen Yu turned around and walked up the steps to the stone bridge again.
Shen Yu has always had a feeling that Li Hanmo is very interested in his own Dongjiquan.
When Shen Chonglou was still alive, Shen Yu felt that Li Hanmo would come to trouble him a hundred years after his grandfather, such as asking for the boxing manual of Dongjiquan.
But for more than a year, except for seeing him once at my grandfather's funeral, I have never seen this person again.
An eldest brother is like a father. Li Hanmo respected Li Hanlin as his eldest brother and would often visit Li Hanlin no matter what happened.
Shen Yu has been to Hanlin Pavilion countless times, and Shen Yu has also been to Mr. Li's villa dozens of times. Shen Yu didn't know how much he ate at Mr. Li's family banquet, which was strange. Shen Yu had never seen Li once. Hanmo.
It can’t be said that I haven’t seen it once. I only saw Li Hanmo’s back once on Li Qing’er’s birthday.
Shen Yu even felt that Li Hanmo was deliberately avoiding him.
"Is it because of Uncle Li or Qing'er that this person didn't come to me?
"Or maybe there is someone among grandpa's old friends who is still alive that he is afraid of?"
Li Hanmo is very interested in his own Dongjiquan. Shen Yu knows it, and Shen Yu believes that his grandfather must also know it.
But what Shen Yu found strange was that his grandfather never told him to be careful about Li Hanmo.
Shen Yu felt that it was impossible not to remind him because of his grandfather's thoughtfulness.
"Hey, he left so quickly?"
After getting off the bridge and then on to the bridge, in just over two minutes, the woman whose mother was terminally ill had already left.
But there were two more people in front of the Gua stall.
However, these two people obviously have bad intentions.
The two are one old and one young.
There was an old man who was about the same age as the old fortune teller. He was very tall, almost 1.85 meters tall, with a big bald head and a sinewy face. People tend to have a nice face as they get older. The older this person gets, the worse he gets. At first glance, it’s not easy to get along with.
The other one is a young man of average height, about twenty years old, with dyed yellow hair and a cigarette hanging sideways in his mouth. His face is full of rebelliousness, and he is more attractive than Long Aotian in the online novel. Up three points.
"Well, you're a fortune teller. They said you have an unparalleled divine appearance, so I rushed here from a hundred miles away. I didn't know that your calculations were not accurate at all. You are just a charlatan. I will give you two thousand yuan for your loss." Gua Jin, please pay me back quickly."
The old man had a loud voice, but his voice was so loud that it made Shen Yu's ears buzz.
Shen Yu looked at the old man and the young man again and already had a rough guess in his mind.
A discerning person will know at a glance that the fortune teller came back because he thought the fortune teller was wrong.
But most people would think that it was the old man who was inaccurate. In fact, this was not the case. According to Shen Yu's speculation, the old man with the loud voice who asked the fortune teller to guess should be the yellow-haired young man next to him.
This is still not physiognomy, it is still psychology.
Of course, the premise is to understand some experiences summed up by ancient fortune tellers.
Shen Yu has been visiting major antique markets in Dongjiang all year round. His grandfather’s friends are from all walks of life, so he is no stranger to ancient physiognomy.
From ancient times to the present, old people often suffer from four hardships when telling fortunes.
They are: longevity is approaching, illness is lingering, children and grandchildren are unfilial (sick), and love at dusk.
An old man who comes to a divination stall to tell fortunes basically doesn’t ask himself whether he can still get rich, so the issue of wealth can be completely ruled out.
By analogy, the chances of the old man calculating his future can be ignored.
Then the remaining points need to be carefully calculated by observing the words and expressions. For example, the old man walked here by himself, his face is red and looks good, and he speaks with a loud voice. For example, the bald old man standing in front of the stall is suffering from illness. Items can be excluded.
If you look at his face, if there is no great sadness or anger, nor is he full of sorrow, and his words are not secretive, then he is probably asking how many years he can live.
On the other hand, he was hesitating and looking around, his expression was quite awkward and embarrassed, it was basically love and marriage at dusk.
Some people may ask, logically speaking, falling in love at dusk is a good thing, but why is it still one of the four sufferings?
Falling in love at dusk is a good thing, but if your children oppose it, isn’t that just a pain in the heart?
The above sounds complicated to say, but in fact, Shen Yu just made a rough judgment after taking a few glances.
Now that all the above can be eliminated one by one, and looking at the carefree look of this yellow-haired young man, it is basically this guy.
I just don’t know whether this grumpy old man is planning marriage or a future for this yellow-haired young man.
The old fortune teller was still sitting cross-legged on the futon. He smiled and asked calmly, "No, why are you not allowed?"
It was okay not to say this, but once he said it, the bald old man was completely angered. He pointed at the old fortune teller and raised his beard in anger, "You are an old liar, but in just one day, you forgot to count it for me.
What's the matter, you, you, you... you are simply going too far."
Although the bald old man was furious, he finally suppressed his anger.
But his grandson, the young man with yellow hair, quit. He took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and flicked it to the bridge. Then he sneered and said: "Grandpa, with this kind of charlatan
What nonsense are you talking about? First, smash his stall and then seize his money box. The money in the box is enough for our divination gold to predict his good luck. If not, he has to collect it for us."
This young man with yellow hair was not the kind of person who just brags and doesn't do anything. As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly walked a few steps to the stall, raised his right leg with a ferocious expression and kicked hard at the lottery tube on the stall.
The fortune teller was facing the old fortune teller on the futon. If he kicked the fortune teller, the old fortune teller would definitely receive a heavy blow. If he was lucky, he would be in pain for a few days. If he was not lucky, he would hit his neck or heart with the fortune teller.
It may even be life-threatening.
This is what the yellow-haired young man wants. The cruel sneer on his face shows that he knows everything that may happen next.
But what greeted him was not a lottery box. The yellow-haired young man felt as if he had kicked an iron plate.
No, to be precise, his head-on bone hit an iron plate.
"Ouch, legs, my legs, my legs."
This chapter has been completed!