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The drizzle was falling silently, and the rain was on the hands, cool and silky, very pleasant.

The sky and the earth were hazy, like a curtain, obscuring people's sight.

In Pingyao Town, there are few pedestrians on the streets.

Yang Qifeng held an oil umbrella and walked quietly on the bluestone paved road.

Walking in the rain is poetic.

In the center of Liufu, a tall Longhua tree stands tall.

The branches and leaves are stretched out like an umbrella, and a black attic is built according to the tree, and there is no cap, which is perfectly combined with Longhua wood.

The attic is not magnificent, but it has its own artistic conception.

The drizzle, like a mist, wrapped around the Longhua wood.

Yew, oil umbrella, like a picture scroll.

Standing in the corner outside Liu's Mansion, he stood for a long time before slowly retreating.

With a moving pace, Yang Qifeng walked to the city gate step by step, his eyes were calm, his face was gentle, and he walked out of Pingyao Town.

After leaving, his eyes cooled and he was watched, and he had been a little out of line in Pingyao Town recently.

The swagger began to walk all over Pingyao Town, and at this time of martial law, no matter how you look at it, it is suspicious.

Leave for a while and come back in three months.

I estimated the time of giving birth in Liu's mansion in front of me.

No matter how you calculate it, even if you are born prematurely, it is impossible to have six months.

Leaving Pingyao Town, he walked with his steps, and a cloud was born under his feet.

White clouds are swirling, and an auspicious cloud is held up, driving the clouds.

Mountains and rivers kept crossing him, and after half a day, he was thousands of miles away.

Junxiu's face changed rapidly.

The hair retreated, the forehead protruded, and the black strands turned gray.

The tall body began to bend, and in the blink of an eye, an old man with a bulging forehead and a big ear and white beard appeared here.

Yang Qifeng stretched out his hand, and the air in front of him was like water waves, constantly rippling.

Yang Qifeng's image jumped on it, he looked at it carefully, and adjusted his appearance.

Looking at the purple robe on his body, he frowned for a moment, and began to choose a robe from his spatial equipment.

After carefully examining the outfit, he was still not satisfied.

"Please also ask the demon gods to help,"

"Okay,"

The blue light flashed, and the vigorous qi and blood, and the sharp aura began to decay.

Vitality, qi and blood continue to fall.

The vitality is sluggish, the blood is not smooth, the drooping and decaying, and the old state is fully revealed.

Yang Qifeng was satisfied, straw sandals, linen robes.

Still can't cultivate at home, if Tiangang has thirty-six changes, and the first heaven has successfully cultivated, why bother with the help of the Qianlan Demon God.

Moving his body, Yang Qifeng constantly adjusted his state.

Only then did he turn around and walk towards Pingyao Town step by step.

For thousands of miles, he did not drive the clouds or gallop, but walked forward step by step without hurry.

Time is slow, fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the breeze is blowing,

The silver-white hair swayed in the wind, and the disguise was handed, sewn with brocade thread, and embroidered;

On the contrary, it is three trigrams a day, and nothing is taken.

Walking in the streets of Pingyao Town,

The eyes are blazing, and the pedestrians are subconsciously looking at this one who has some familiar eyes.

Pingyao Town is an ancient town, the world is changing, and the banner on the city wall is constantly changing, but Pingyao Town is not much damaged.

There are 30,000 households in the town, and the population is more than 100,000.

Although it is a town, it is actually a city, but a fief of Donghou.

This qiē Yang Qifeng has already explored clearly, and he will come to Pingyao Town again in March.

Pingyao Town has not changed much, and he came straight to the most prosperous street in Pingyao Town.

He put up the guise in his hand, took out the cushion, sat cross-legged, his eyelids drooped, and began to close his eyes and recuperate, pretending to be a high-ranking person.

The business is faster than Yang Qifeng expected.

As soon as his eyes were closed, it was only a quarter of an hour.

After initial hesitation, someone soon stepped forward.

In the world of mythology, divination and word measurement are commonplace, and high-ranking people travel and often appear.

This is not an uncommon scene, the only strange thing is Yang Qifeng's appearance, which has some special features.

The person who came came to Yang Qifeng, bowed directly, and said sincerely, "I want to interpret my dream?"

"Say?" Yang Qifeng's drooping eyelids did not break away, and his lips squirmed, showing his superior demeanor.

"For the past two nights, I have dreamed of blood every night, what kind of bad omen is this?" he said with anxiety in his heart.

"It's a good sign, and you'll know tomorrow,"

"What does this mean?" the big man said, confused, reaching out and touching his head, puzzled.

"Next?" Yang Qifeng didn't understand in his heart, how could he give Dahan an answer.

This sentence was nothing more than his repetition of the words of the Dry Blue Demon God.

For fortune telling, Yang Qifeng is not proficient in this way.

"Me?"

"Alright, alright, didn't you say it? I'll know tomorrow, get out of the way quickly,"

Dahan wanted to say more, but he was pulled by a person behind him.

This made the big man angry, but after seeing clearly that the person who came was a Taoist boy, his anger dissipated, and he turned sideways directly and let go.

"The tone of Daoyou's writing is a little too big,"

"Count the sky, count the earth, count the people, I want to know what is not something that the Taoist friends can calculate,"

A warm and angry voice sounded, and a middle-aged man with a long beard, standing in front of Yang Qifeng in a robe, said.

Yang Qifeng slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Taoist in front of him.

I am happy in my heart, my appearance really attracts attention, and the advertising effect is good.

Business soon came to the door, not to mention, which also blew up a big fish.

The situation in Pingyao Town, Yang Qifeng had already figured it out some time ago.

This Taoist who counts hexagrams and measures words also has them in Pingyao Town.

He is the Li Banxian in front of him, and his nickname is Tiekou.

Yang Qifeng has also observed him, he still has some skills, and his hexagram is also accurate, and he is quite famous in Pingyao Town.

I thought that this one couldn't sit still, and it would take a few days to come in person, so why should I erect my own signboard.

But he didn't expect him to come so early.

But it's better to come early, this stepping stone comes a day earlier, and stepping on it also saves your own effort.

"Daoyou is not good, why bother to treat others with yourself?" Yang Qifeng was naturally not polite, since the other party came to smash the field, he naturally couldn't give a smile and let the other party fight.

"The skills are not good, very good, then you can calculate the weather in Pingyao Town tomorrow for Poor Dao?"

"Is it sunny, cloudy, or rainy?"

"If it's raining, when will it rain?