Because of extreme surprise, the fortune teller's voice trembled, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and his face showed an incredible expression.

On the other side, Tang Annie was at a loss, and asked, "Didn't you just say that I was the life of the crane? Now, why has it become the life of the phoenix again?"

"Hoo ......"

The fortune teller took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, looked at Tang Annie's eyes with a little more respect, and said in a deep voice:

"Although the crane is extraordinary, but too arrogant, it is difficult to blend into the birds, the old saying has clouds burning the qin to cook the crane, since ancient times, the red face is more than a thin life, nothing more than that! But now, your life has changed, the phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire, soaring up to 90,000 miles, standing above tens of millions of people!"

"Is it really that powerful?" Tang Annie's beautiful eyes lit up, as if she didn't believe it, she stuck out her tongue playfully, and said, "You shouldn't be saying good things and deliberately making me happy, right?"

"The old man has been a fortune teller for more than 60 years, and he has never had a lie!"

Immediately afterwards, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan shape, and he said to himself: "The difference between the crane and the phoenix is like the difference between the immortals, almost insurmountable! Throughout the history of China, there are only a handful of people who can complete such a transformation, and they are all famous in history! Is it possible...... Which peerless master changed your life for you?"

Speaking of this, his eyes burst out with unprecedented brilliance, and he looked directly at Tang Annie, and asked excitedly: "Girl, have you met any strange people recently?"

When Tang Annie heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but peek at Ye Fan next to her.

If the fortune teller is not wrong, then her life has changed so dramatically because of Ye Fan.

If it weren't for Ye Fan, she would have been forced to get engaged to Hua Jianfei by now.

But with her fierce character, it is impossible to compromise on this, and in desperation, she may choose to kill herself to protect her innocence.

It corresponds to the words of "red face and thin life, fragrant and jade".

However, at the last moment, it was Ye Fan who stepped forward to turn the tide and save her from fire and water.

And her life has also undergone earth-shaking changes, Nirvana was reborn, and since then she has soared above the nine heavens.

......

"Master, this ...... Is it really the fate of the legendary phoenix?" the handsome young man next to him stammered, his tone full of suspicion.

The life of the phoenix is a legendary existence, which happens once in a hundred years, and ordinary people will never see it once in their lives.

When you encounter it on the street, the probability is too small.

"Are you questioning the teacher's vision?" said the fortune teller angrily.

"Disciple doesn't dare!" the handsome young man hurriedly shook his head.

Suddenly, Tang Annie seemed to think of something, her pretty face flushed, and she murmured in a low voice: "Old man, I want to calculate the marriage, is it okay?"

"Of course!" the fortune teller nodded, and said, "Let's test the word this time!

Tang Annie looked around and noticed a few fallen flowers floating in the distance, so she picked up the brush on the photo stall and waved the ink on the rice paper.

She was born in a famous family, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her handwriting is beautiful and atmospheric.

Soon, a small line of poems appeared on rice paper -

"Zhicao flies and flowers fall, and the heavy peak looks at the north dust!"

The fortune teller pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"The grass is the grass, the rest is the 'stop' after the 'Zhi grass' flies, after the flower, the rest is the 'dagger', the heavy peak is the two mountains, the pictogram is 'unit', and the dust north is 'small'!

"Purple?" Tang Annie's eyes widened and she asked, "How about this word?"

"Purple is the color of the emperor! You use purple to ask about marriage, so your future husband is naturally the true dragon son and is ranked as the emperor!"

Hearing this, Tang Annie's pretty face could not hide her joy, and the corner of her eyes peeked at Ye Fan.

"Hey......"

At this time, the fortune teller sighed heavily again, and his face was full of sadness.

"Huh, old man, what are you sighing for, isn't this bad?" Tang Annie was puzzled.

"Girl, do you really want to know why?"

"Of course!"

"Purple, of course, is the color of the emperor, but this refers to men! You ask about marriage as a woman, since ancient times, purple does not take Zhu, although your future husband is the emperor, but you are not a queen, you can only be a small!" The fortune teller said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, Tang Annie's delicate body trembled, her eyes were gloomy, and she bowed her head and was silent.

Before, she knew that Chu Mengyao was Ye Fan's genuine girlfriend.

Because of this, no matter how much she loves Ye Fan, she doesn't dare to pick out the last layer of tissue paper, for fear of becoming a "third party".

But now, the fortune teller's comments are in one word, so that she can no longer deceive herself.

Seeing her sad, Ye Fan next to her frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Annie, this kind of fortune-telling, forget it after hearing it, why take it seriously? Let's go around elsewhere!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Don Anne's hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

After only a few steps, the voice of the handsome young man came from behind him: "Hehe...... My master is straight and has never made a mistake! What's more, you haven't even paid a penny for all the trigrams!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan stopped, turned to look at the fortune teller, and asked, "Old man, how much is the hexagram?"

"It doesn't have to be! but—"

The fortune teller changed his words, looked directly at Ye Fan and said, "Little brother, the old man is more interested in your fate, why don't you let the old man calculate a hexagram for you?"

"Oh?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay!

As he spoke, he picked up the brush, walked the dragon and snake, and wrote a poem in the blank space of the rice paper-

The Jade Silk Dynasty looked back at the emperor's hometown, and Wusun returned and did not claim to be the king!

This poem is from "Stopper", when Ye Fan was a child, he often heard his father reciting, so he subconsciously wrote it.

Seeing this, the handsome young man showed disdain on his face and sneered: "Hmph...... Wusun is a nomadic people who are active outside the Guan, so naturally he cannot be called the king, but you are quite self-aware! As an ordinary person, you must have the consciousness of an ordinary person!"

In the face of this provocation, Ye Fan still did not change his face, he was calm as usual, looked at the fortune teller from afar, and asked, "Old man, what about my life?"

The fortune teller looked at the line of words, silent, his face became more and more solemn, and even beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The handsome young man was curious, and looked around, but found that the fortune teller's gaze seemed to be staring at the word "silk", and he didn't move away for a long time.

For a while, there was silence in the venue, the needle drop could be heard, and the death-like silence made the atmosphere extremely strange.

After a few minutes, the fortune teller seemed to have discovered something, his body shook violently, as if he had been shocked, and looked at Ye Fan tremblingly and said, "Your Excellency, I can't count your life!"

"What?!"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Fan didn't open his mouth, but the handsome young man next to him couldn't help but exclaim: "How is this possible?" Master, you are Li Banxian, who is straightforward, and there is no one in this world who you can't count!"

"Shut up!"

The fortune teller shouted: "If you say one more word, don't blame me for expelling you from the division!"

When the handsome young man heard this, he felt extremely aggrieved, and his eyes were a little red.

He never expected that the master, who had always been very fond of him, would suddenly change his face.

At this time, the fortune teller looked at Ye Fan again and said, "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, it's my level that is not enough, so I let you laugh!

As he spoke, the fortune teller did not hesitate, brushed his sleeves and left, his steps were extremely fast, as if he was fleeing again, and he did not dare to stay longer for a moment.

In desperation, the handsome young man could only follow quickly.

After a few moments, when the two of them had walked a few miles, the fortune teller stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had a shocked expression on his face.

Before he knew it, his clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat.

"Master, what's wrong with you?, what's so strange about that guy's life?" asked the handsome young man, puzzled.

"Hey......" The fortune teller sighed faintly and said slowly: "You take apart the silk characters and see what they are!"