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Chapter 2 Justifying Yourself

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he looked up and down at Wang Dalu with his small eyes impatiently.

Wang Dalu was a little frightened by the old Taoist's ruthless eyes, and he didn't sound like a local when he heard the old Taoist's words.

Wang Dalu clearly remembered that the old man who taught him Mandarin once told him that adding "that" before a title was the way the people of the Northern Wilderness called him, so he asked.

"Old man, your tone doesn't sound like the bad guys like us. What kind of bad guys do you have?"

Then came another sentence.

"Did you come here from the north?"

"My king, I grew up in the Middle Wilderness, and later went to the Western Wilderness, Southern Wilderness, and Northern Wilderness. Because I have been living in the Northern Wilderness recently, I can't help but be tainted with the tone of voice there."

"I came here because of your reputation. I heard that your Majesty is very powerful, can manage the city well, and has the appearance of a dragon and a tiger. I hope that your Majesty will take you in, but I will follow your advice at the front of the tent!"

Wang Dalu listened to the old Taoist's words and guessed that it was probably true that he came here because of his reputation. In recent years, many talented people who could not survive in life came to seek refuge with him.

He Wang Dalu is the yamen of Wolong City, a person who is inferior to ten thousand people.

Apart from his father, the city lord, the most powerful person in Wolong City is Baron Wang Gang.

He is the second young master of Wolong City, and he holds the power of life, death and plunder in this city.

Thinking of this, Wang Dalu said with a smile.

"You, an old man, want to eat our food, but you have to have skills and you can't just rely on words."

The old Taoist pointed to a few lines of words on the long pole standing next to the table and said.

"Storytelling is just an amateur, fortune telling is the right way."

"A fortune teller?"

Wang Dalu's clear and alert eyes twitched as he stared at the old man for a long time.

Looking at the old Taoist's attire and his sharp tongue, he really fits the status of a charlatan.

"Today you make a fortune for me. If it turns out to be true, you will not only tell stories in my territory, but I will also appoint you as my family's master. You will have no worries about food and clothing, and you will receive benefits during the holidays."

"But if you are just an old bastard who cheats on you by eating and drinking, then I will cut out your tongue and send you to prison so that you can know the price of teasing me."

Then he said in a playful tone.

"I am a well-known big shot in this city. I believe you have figured out everything about me before you come here. If you tell me fortunes, you will be suspected of cheating and cheating. So, you can tell my fortunes to my servant Asan.

Gua."

After hearing this, a man named Ah San, who was slightly thin and dark-faced, walked out from among the five people, gave Wang Dalu a fist, then stood in front of the table and looked at the old man, and stretched out his black hands covered with calluses.

The old Taoist ignored Wang Dalu's stern words, his face was calm, and his eyes seemed to have a light shining on Ah San's hand. He calculated back and forth with his bamboo-like fingers, and within a moment he had the result.

"Your name is Ah San. Judging from your palmistry, the three lines are divergent, the eight hills are uneven, and the lines are confusing. You are destined to have a hard time. I think your previous generation, that is, your parents, should be '

It's a sign that the father dies before the mother, right?"

Ah San was in a daze for a while. After hearing this, he took in a breath of cold air. His neck stiffened and his eyes widened. He was very surprised and bowed to the old man and said.

"Then... please calculate again, how many brothers and sisters do I have?"

"The fortune sign has deep roots, and the palm sign has scattered branches, showing the trend of 'three sworn brothers in the peach garden, only one branch of plum blossom'... Are you right?"

Hearing this, Ah San was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Wang Dalu, who was next to him, patted the old man on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Awesome...awesome..."

Wang Dalu knew this Ah San relatively well. He was the sister-in-law of his father's distant cousin and the nephew of Aunt Wang, the neighbor of the third uncle's family, so he knew everything about him.

Ah San's mother passed away when she was young. She is the third eldest child in the family with two brothers and one sister. She was so surprised by the old man's comments. She didn't expect that this ugly old man actually had two skills.

Wang Dalu is happy to recruit people with some skills like this. After all, if people with skills gather around him, wouldn't it be a better foil for his identity and status?

Wang Dalu pretended to be looking at the beautiful woman and salivating, which made the old man get a dense layer of pimples all over his body and his eyelids twitched.

The old Taoist himself didn't expect that he could deceive Wang Dalu so easily with a little trick, and he felt a little helpless and a little happy in his heart.

"The father died before the mother" literally means that the father is still alive and the mother is dead. Conversely, it can be understood that the father died before the mother. It makes sense regardless of whether Asan's parents are alive or not.

"Three people in the peach garden are sworn brothers, and only one plum blossom grows." This theory can be justified no matter how many brothers and sisters Ah San has.

If he is an only child, it can be said that there are three people in Ah San's life, but Ah San's life palace is in Gaolong, so only Ah San is left alone, which is exactly the reason why Ah San is the only one. If he says that Ah San is two brothers, it can be

In other words, there were three brothers in Asan's life. They found some reason to overcome each other and eliminated one, leaving only two. The Taoyuan three became sworn brothers. One branch of the plum tree was removed, and three minus one equaled two. If there were three Asan brothers, it would be a direct result.

Three knots in Taoyuan; if there are four, get three knots plus one plum branch, three plus one, four.

Therefore, the two sentences of the old comment say nothing but seem to say everything. No matter what possibility arises, they can be justified.

The old Taoist said this, firstly, he wanted to take the opportunity to enter the palace, and secondly, he also wanted to test Wang Dalu's intelligence.

But he was disappointed. Wang Dalu, like many second-generation powerful people, was accustomed to pursuing pleasure and not seeking advancement under the protection of his father.

Wang Dalu didn't notice the complicated expression on the old Taoist face, he was just thinking about how to win over him.

He always remembered his father's warning to him that he should bring in wise men around him to better demonstrate his status.

In line with the principle of the more the better, Wang Dalu has also recruited many "capable people" that he considers himself to be in the past few years, and the veteran in front of him belongs to this group.

Looking at the old Taoist priest who was surrounded by servants arguing about finding hexagrams, Wang Dalu suddenly asked.

"Old Taoist, I don't know your name yet!"

After hearing this, the old Taoist straightened his body, stroked his beard with his right hand, and replied with a proud look on his face.

"My real name is Li Guiyi, and I come from a chaotic family in Middle-earth."

"Hey, did you just talk about wontons?"

"this......"

A line of black lines hung on the old Taoist's face.

Wang Dalu ignored Lao Dao's dull gaze, took Lao Dao's arm and walked out, talking as he walked.

"Come on, kids, let's go eat wontons and help Old Man Li catch the wind and wash away the dust!"

"Old man, can you introduce to me the most beautiful little girl in your country?"

"Your family used to sell wontons, so old man, you are very rich!"

...

The sound of questioning gradually faded away until it became silent.


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