Such speculation made Chen Xuan clenched his fists involuntarily and restrained his emotions.
He believed that his guess was not unreasonable.
After all, the aura in the portrait is the same as his supreme immortal energy.
If it wasn't left behind by the evil doctor senior, who else could it be?
It's just that in the evil medicine tradition, there is no knowledge about physiognomy.
So a new question arose in Chen Xuan's mind. Did the evil doctor only teach physiognomy to the Ji family?
Of course, it is said that Gui Guzi also knows physiognomy. According to the speculation that Gui Guzi's Thirteen Needles of Guimen are the basic version of the evil doctor's divine needle to transcend tribulation, Gui Guzi is probably also a disciple of the evil doctor's predecessor.
"Ji Wushuang, your ancestor probably has a deep connection with me, but this connection involves my own secrets. I can't explain it clearly. I can only tell you that your ancestor may also have a deep connection with me.
My ancestor."
As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking,
Ji Wushuang suddenly widened her beautiful eyes.
"What did you say?"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Chen Xuan's tone sounded very certain, forcing her to have rich associations.
"In this case, am I not your senior sister?
My ancestor taught me the physiognomy of my ancestors, and also taught you medical skills through writing medical books or other methods. In this way, your medical skills are amazing, and the aura on your body made me feel very familiar the first time I saw you.
Everything is explained!"
"Don't be so sure yet."
Chen Xuan said and glanced at the portrait on the wall.
"Maybe everything is just a coincidence, and even if we have the same ancestor, what does it mean?
This senior is definitely no longer in this world long ago."
"It can't be a coincidence!"
Ji Wushuang denied it firmly.
"Buddha said: One drink and one drink are all predetermined. There must be a reason for the orchid and the fruit."
"I think that the moment we met, everything that followed was destined. The ancestor must have sent you to save our Ji family from disaster. In this case, tonight I will urge the family elders to work together for divination!"
"Why do you say that divination by working together seems to be a very troublesome and dangerous thing?"
Chen Xuan asked curiously.
Ji Wushuang nodded solemnly, and his expression became serious: "When we use physiognomy to predict fortune, individual strength is far from enough, so we need to work together to divine fortune."
"This, I told you before, the stronger the target of divination, the higher the level of the fortune teller must be, and the more mental energy will be consumed."
"You are stronger now than you were in Zilang City, and tonight I will not only divine your fortune, but also divine the fortune of our Ji family again, so I must gather the power of all Xuan-level fortune tellers in the family,
If only one person does divination, he will probably die of mental and physical exhaustion."
"So serious?"
Chen Xuan frowned as he listened, "In that case, divination may not be successful even if you work together, right?"
"Yes."
Ji Wushuang continued, "Actually, predicting the fate of you and our family is not the most difficult thing."
"A truly powerful fortune teller can calculate a country's destiny!"
"For example, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng's "Tui Bei Tu", Jiang Ziya's "Song of the Universe", Liu Bowen's "Song of Sesame Cake", and Zhuge Liang's "Ma Qian Lesson" were all written to predict the fate of the country."
"Jiang Ziya, Liu Bowen and Zhuge Liang were all heaven-level physiognomists. Their physiognomy was so strong that they could calculate alone. In the Tang Dynasty, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, who had only reached the level of earth-level physiognomists, had to work together to calculate."
"You know their level of physiognomy very clearly."
Regarding Ji Wushuang's mention of these historical celebrities predicting the fate of the country, Chen Xuan believed that it was true in history.
Of course, it is really hard to imagine that a mortal's physiognomy can be so good at predicting the fate of a country.
However, the line of physiognomists has declined in modern times. Only the Ji family is left, and the highest level can only reach the Xuan level. It is absolutely impossible to predict the fate of the country.
"Now, there are five Xuan-level physiognomists in our family, and there should be no problem in working together to divine your fate, but my uncle and others may not agree to it easily."
Having said this, Ji Wushuang couldn't help but sigh again.
Chen Xuan could already roughly guess why she sighed.
"I heard your uncle say just now that fortune telling will reduce the life span of a fortune teller. Does it mean that the stronger the divination target, the more life span will be lost?"
"You really guessed it."
Ji Wushuang smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, physiognomy is all about eavesdropping on God's will. As the saying goes, the secrets of heaven cannot be leaked. As physiognomists, if we repeatedly leak the secrets of heaven, of course our life span will be taken back by God. My sister Ji Wuleng, and
I am tied for the first place in the Ji family's physiognomy talent, but she repeatedly divined great fortunes, which led to her longevity being exhausted and she passed away at the age of only twenty-eight."
"Leaving at twenty-eight?
Then the longevity of your fortune tellers has been greatly reduced!"
Chen Xuan felt very sorry when he thought of a young and prosperous woman who died young because of divination.
"Oh, my sister secretly performed fortune-telling many times by herself for the fate of her family, otherwise she wouldn't have left so early."
Ji Wushuang's tone was full of longing and sadness.
When Chen Xuan heard what she said, he felt guilty: "Ji Wushuang, I am very grateful to you for fortune telling for me last time, and I also want to say sorry to you. You must have lost a lot of life that time, right?
"
Ji Wushuang silently raised two fingers.
"Only two years?"
Chen Xuan couldn't believe it.
But then I thought about it, after all, the object of Ji Wushuang's divination was only him, not the entire family.
"Twenty years."
Ji Wushuang said this number very calmly.
For a moment, Chen Xuan was stunned.
The most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River was willing to sacrifice twenty years of her life to save him! The life span of contemporary people is longer than that of ancient people, and most people can live to be eighty or ninety years old.
Calculating it as a little less, if you die at the age of eighty, you have lived a long enough time.
However, Ji Wushuang lost twenty years of her life at once, which means that she is likely to die around the age of sixty.
Nowadays, people eat well and live well. As long as they are not injured or sick, they cannot be completely called old people at the age of sixty, and they can still go out and work vigorously.
When I go out at night and take a look, none of the aunts dancing in the square are over sixty years old.
And if Ji Wushuang died at the age of sixty, his life would be too short! Thinking of this, Chen Xuan felt a pain in his heart and felt even more guilty.
"I'm sorry, I made you lose twenty years of your life. I can't repay you for doing this for me!"