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2022-08-03

Chapter 150 Gu Changsheng

The two went all the way, attracting countless curious look.

Gu Changsheng didn’t care, his pace was still not recognizing one’s family, very arrogant.

The face of the black chicken behind him was flushed, and he used the wooden token to cover his face tightly.

After a while, Brother Wuji couldn’t help it, and asked aloud: “Gu… Gu Little Martial Uncle, are you sure you can really make a fortune?”

“I’m a big evolution. You can rest assured that your cultivation is successful.”

Gu Changsheng was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and he didn’t even catch his breath.

The reason why he set up a stall for fortune-telling is very simple, he just wanted to cultivate the Great Evolution Technique… In his mouth, it has become a Great Evolution Technique and has been successful in cultivation.

Brother Wuji thought about the elder sisters in the maid cafe, gritted his teeth, and forgot his shame.

“Then, Little Martial Uncle, where are we going?”

Gu Changsheng replied casually when he heard Brother Wuji’s question: “Shange, no matter where we go, Fan pavilions are the only way to go, the traffic is large, and there will be more opportunities to do business.”

Brother Wuji nodded in agreement.

Gu Changsheng’s calm attitude gave Brother Wuji a lot of confidence. He was already thinking about which little elder sister to order when the time comes.

“Little round legs are long, Azi is big, Nuan Nuan is gentle, and Xiao Xi is cute…Which one should I choose when the time comes.”

A thought came to mind Another beautiful face, and tears of disappointing flowed from the corner of Brother Wuji’s mouth.

Not long after, the two came to the door of the fan pavilion.

Brother Wuji ran into the fan pavilion, requisitioned the table and chairs of the fan pavilion without the slightest hesitation, and moved them out.

Gu Changsheng didn’t shirk too much, he sat down unceremoniously, and thrust his guise into the ground beside him.

The daoist robe shook, turned the compass with his left hand, and sat upright.

Brother Wuji was holding a sign and stood aside with a serious expression.

The two of them stared at the cultivators passing by.

Little Daoist Priest in Fangyuan was robbed of tables and chairs, occupying the facade, and did not dare to make a statement.

He held a mahogany fan and stood by, looking at Gu Changsheng and Brother Wuji.

Look at Gu Changsheng’s imposing manner, look at the loli pattern on Brother Wuji’s clothes, and look at swindler’s lines on the guise.

Finally, Little Daoist Priest couldn’t bear it anymore, and whispered his thoughts: “Little Martial Uncle, Brother Wuji, you look like a liar in the village.”

Gu Changsheng hearing this frowned, examining himself and Brother Wuji’s outfits.

It seems that there is indeed a little less flavor…

Gu Changsheng’s eyes lit up when he looked at the fan in Little Daoist Priest’s hand.

Immediately afterwards, Fangyuan lost her love fan.

Gu Changsheng asked Brother Wuji to find some fish again.

After a while, Gu Changsheng fingered the water fan, and the fish inside the fan was swimming, very mysterious.

Gu Changsheng lightly covered the compass with his left hand and fanned the water fan with his right hand. He finally had such an imposing manner, which attracted the attention of the cultivators.

Closing his eyes, Gu Changsheng quietly waited for the arrival of the destined person.

 …

The west end of the sunset, the afterglow is in the sky.

Brother Wuji’s face was full of despair, he held up the wooden token, looked at Gu Changsheng with resentment, and said one sentence in his head: “Fuck, fooled.”

On the wooden token, “One thousand yuan for the benefit” has been blacked out, and it is replaced with “500 yuan for the benefit”.

“Benefits of five hundred yuan” were also marked with a big cross, next to it was written “one hundred yuan of honors”.

What is surprising is that the “100 yuan” has also been erased…

In short, the content on the wooden token is now like this.

“Zhengyiguan Little Martial Uncle will come in person, ask fortune-telling, and grant ten yuan.”

But still no one comes to fortune-telling.

Gu Changsheng is slightly embarrassed, very embarrassed.

Telling people’s fortunes in a place full of Taoist priests, it seems that the market is not very good…

With a long sigh, Gu Changsheng is still stubborn: “You will change your clothes tomorrow. , your two-dimensional big T-shirt is not convincing.”

Brother Wuji is full of disdain, and the fool will follow tomorrow.

He put away the stolen compass with a dark face, left the cover to Gu Changsheng, and walked to Lingxiaozi’s house without saying a word.

Gu Changsheng looked a little embarrassed, put away his things and put them aside, picked up the table and chairs and walked into the fan pavilion.

Little Fangyuan, who was dozing off at the door, was awakened, rubbed his eyes and looked towards Gu Changsheng.

“Is Little Martial Uncle going to close the stall? Are you coming tomorrow?”

Gu Changsheng rubbed his head and replied aloud: “You will come back tomorrow, too. Rest early.”

Little Daoist Priest picked up Gu Changsheng’s things and walked into the fan pavilion.

“Just put things here, and Little Martial Uncle will come over tomorrow.”

Gu Changsheng laughed, and he was polite, saying goodbye to Little Daoist Priest and walking towards his own room.

Walking on the road, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. As a result, it is a bit outrageous to set up a booth covered in dirt.

With his eyes slightly condensed, Gu Changsheng cheered up and made up his mind to change the trend tomorrow.

Back to the house, chatting with Qing Huan An An for a while, Gu Changsheng went to bed early.

Second day Early in the morning, he was the first to arrive at the cafeteria, and he arrived at the fan pavilion early after eating.

Little Daoist Priest just opened the door of the fan pavilion when he saw Gu Changsheng waiting at the door.

A moment later, Gu Changsheng regained his strength and sat at the door of the fan pavilion again.

Brother Wuji hasn’t come, it looks like he won’t show up.

The Little Daoist Priest took his place, standing by with a large wooden token.

The contrast between the small stature and the big wooden token is very cute.

After half the morning, Gu Changsheng’s fortune-telling booth was still empty.

Brother Wuji came over halfway, and after seeing from a distance that they had no business, he went back to the house to play games with confidence.

“I can’t go on like this…”

Gu Changsheng narrowed his eyes and decided to make some changes.

So, when a middle aged daoist passed by, Gu Changsheng body flashed and appeared in front of him.

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then bowed and saluted, then bypassed Gu Changsheng and continued to walk forward.

Unexpectedly, Gu Changsheng blocked his way with a wave of his fan.

The middle aged daoist looked towards Gu Changsheng with some doubts.

“Uh…you have nothing to do, why don’t you count your fortunes.”

Gu Changsheng asked politely with a smile on his face.

The middle aged daoist is slightly taken aback, and subconsciously will refuse.

At this time, Gu Changsheng suddenly loudly shouted, “The sword is open to peace!”

Sword qi was fierce, and with infinite power, he slashed out and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Feeling the terror of sword qi, the middle aged daoist swallowed, his eyes full of horror.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m just fighting mosquitoes, oh, by the way, are you a fortune teller?”

Without any hesitation, the middle aged daoist said: “Just want to calculate the future, Little Martial Uncle came out to help people fortune-telling, isn’t it a coincidence!”

Nodded with satisfaction, Gu Changsheng sat back in his seat and motioned the middle aged daoist to sit in front of him.

Not waiting for the Taoist priest to speak, Gu Changsheng said first: “Zhang Linyun, forty-three years old, native of Shuzhong, good at practicing Wood Element Taoism, has married, and has a ten-year-old son in the family.”

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After he finished speaking, he “Pa” opened the water fan, the fish in the fan swam, and the surface of the fan was sparkling.

Gu Changsheng smiled and revealed extraordinary confidence in his words, and asked aloud: “Am I right?”

A middle-aged Taoist, that is, Zhang Linyun’s eyes were full of surprise, and he was nodded again and again.

“God, we haven’t met before, Little Martial Uncle, you’re right!”

Gu Changsheng laughed with satisfaction, swiping the screen of his phone with his left hand.

A document called the “Zhengyiguan Cultivator Family Survey Form” has been closed.

(End of this chapter)