Chapter 2272 Jiang Siming's appearance is mediocre
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Can't it be detected?"
Jiang Siming asked calmly.
"No... no problem, it can be tested, it can be tested."
The old man muttered, "What does idiot mean? What is this word? Why have I never heard it before? It's weird, but it's quite smooth. Are you complimenting me?"
After looking at the two words written by Jiang Siming for a while, he started counting with his fingers, mumbling in alien language that he couldn't understand at all.
After reading for a while, he slapped his thigh and shouted: "Oh! Brother, you are indeed in a bloody disaster. If you don't survive this disaster, I'm afraid your life will not be saved..."
Jiang Siming laughed, looked into his eyes, and said mysteriously: "Then do you believe it or not, you will also suffer a bloody disaster?"
"Brother, I am not trying to make fun of you. To be honest, I am a disciple of Qingyun Sect. I learned the physiognomy from Qingyun Patriarch Qingyunzi. Do you know about Qingyun Sect? Oh, you may not know, it is one of the best in Dongzhou.
The righteous sect, let me tell you..."
The old man started to talk about his abilities.
Jiang Siming didn't want to listen, so he interrupted: "I know the Qingyun Sect, and I'm quite familiar with it. You continue talking."
"That's good if you know. Then you should believe that the old man didn't lie to you, right?"
Jiang Siming nodded unequivocally: "I didn't lie to you either."
"Oh boy, why don't you believe it..."
The old man wanted to continue to persuade him earnestly, but unexpectedly, a man suddenly rushed over from behind him. The man raised his fist and punched the old man in the face.
The old man uttered an ouch and threw the dog's shit. His mouth was bruised, the blood flowed non-stop, and he screamed in pain.
The one who beat him was a strong man, just an ordinary man. He pointed at the old man and yelled curses.
"You are an old and dead liar! You lied to me more than twenty taels of silver, saying that I would be lucky today and that I could pick up a big treasure if I entered the Monster Mountain Range. I was almost eaten alive by the monster!"
But the old man immediately had an idea and quibbled: "Oh, that monster is a big treasure. Think about it, the monster's body is a treasure, its skin can be used to make treasure armor, and its meat can nourish yin and yang.
It's a treasure. If you don't know it yourself, how can you blame me?"
"You're still talking nonsense, give me back the money! Or I'll beat you to death!" The strong man obviously didn't believe it.
But the old man is an old money addict. How can he be willing to take out the money he has in his pocket? He will not agree to it either life or death.
The little girl on the side couldn't stand it any longer, so she mutteringly took out twenty taels and gave them back to the strong man.
The strong man took the money back and left with satisfaction.
The little girl then said to the old man on the ground: "Grandpa, I just told you to stop lying to others. The elder brother is right. You are indeed a bloody disaster."
The old man immediately signaled her to shush, stood up from the ground, patted the soil, and looked at Jiang Siming.
Perhaps he was afraid that Jiang Siming would also ask him to pay back the money, so the old man could only explain:
"Okay, little brother, I know you don't believe it. Let me tell the truth, old man. I actually passed all my skills to my granddaughter, so now I can only look at the superficial skills to make ends meet. What can I really do for you?"
The one who reads your fortune is my granddaughter. I will ask my granddaughter to tell your fortune now. If the fortune teller is correct, I won’t charge you for it, okay?”
Afraid that Jiang Siming still didn't believe it, the old man could only introduce: "Don't believe it. A few days ago, a young man came here as well. My granddaughter gave him a fortune telling. Who do you think he is? The Ghost King of Dongzhou
The most powerful general of the sect, Gui Li! Gui Li, you know, the most favored subordinate of the leader of the Ghost King Sect, his cultivation is unpredictable. I heard that he used to be a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, but my granddaughter still figured it out and gave it back to him.
Pointed out a clear way."
Jiang Siming's eyelids twitched, Gui Li... isn't that Zhang Xiaofan?
"You keep talking."
"My granddaughter said that he was in a bloody disaster this time and told him not to go to the Monster Mountain Range. He didn't believe it. Now he has gone in and has never come out. Maybe, tsk tsk, oh, if you don't listen to the master, you will suffer the consequences.
..."
Jiang Siming is more convinced now. After all, not many people know about Gui Li, and this is Zhongzhou, not Dongzhou.
Jiang Siming turned to look at the little girl. The little girl was still holding the candied haws and spitting out a few jujube shells from time to time.
Only when Jiang Siming looked over did the little girl see his face clearly.
The little girl had never seen such a handsome man before. She immediately blushed and did not dare to spit out jujube shells. She instantly became much more well-behaved.
"Xiaohuan, please give this little brother a fortune telling. Do you know if he is accurate?" the old man ordered.
"Grandpa, don't forget, I can only count three times a month, and this is the last time."
"I know." The old man said, approaching the little girl and saying, "You see this man spends a lot of money, he must be a rich man. If this deal is made, we will be able to enjoy the blessings in the next half month."
"Then I want to eat candied haws on a stick every day."
"You little glutton, okay."
After the little girl finished talking to the old man, she immediately walked to Jiang Siming, holding the remaining half of the candied haws skewer in her hand.
"Can you reach out and show me?" the little girl asked.
Jiang Siming extended his palm generously.
The little girl looked at her palms for a few times and then looked at Jiang Siming.
He took out a broken object like a hexagram plate from his pocket and muttered something.
But not long after, the little girl's face quickly became warm and rosy.
Immediately afterwards.
puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The little girl passed out on the spot.
"Xiaohuan! Xiaohuan! What's wrong with you? Don't scare grandpa!"
The old man was very anxious on the spot. This kind of thing had never happened before. The old man could only hold the little girl and shout loudly.
But the girl was still unconscious.
Just when he was helpless, Jiang Siming walked over, held the little girl's arm, and passed some spiritual energy through her.
The little girl woke up immediately, pointed at Jiang Siming and said, "He...he...I can't see any information about him..."
"This..." The old man was dumbfounded. Is there any life that his granddaughter cannot see?
"It's okay, Xiaohuan, let's not forget it. Let's take a year off. Grandpa will take you to see a doctor and cure your injury. Whatever you say, it won't count this year."
The old man picked up the little girl and was about to leave, but the girl shook her head and said, "I'm fine. This big brother has already cured me."
The old man glanced at Jiang Siming in surprise and said blankly: "Isn't he an ordinary person?"
"Who told you he was an ordinary person?" The little girl rolled her eyes.
The old man murmured: "I think he is quite ordinary. He is average-looking, slightly thin, a very ordinary young man!"
The little girl rolled her eyes to the sky this time and complained: "Grandpa, your aesthetics are really out of date, and your aesthetics are quite weird. The ghost Li from before looked so ordinary, but you said that he has such an ordinary look."
Extremely handsome, I really don’t know where you learned your aesthetics, and that wild dog Taoist priest, you also said that his appearance is extraordinary."
Facing his granddaughter's complaints, the old man smiled awkwardly. He really thought Jiang Siming was mediocre.