I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Following Yan Xiu's gaze, everyone turned their eyes to the young man.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on him with a mixture of complex emotions, including envy and jealousy.

The young man did not expect that he would be chosen. He was surprised at first, but then his expression was replaced by joy.

He walked carefully through the crowd, his steps filled with excitement, and came before Yan Xiu, bowed respectfully, his voice full of respect.

"My humble name is Xu Guo, nice to meet you, Master Yan!"

Yan Xiu smiled slightly and motioned for him to sit down.

"What do you want to count?"

The young man named Xu Guo pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

"I would like to ask the master to tell my fortune for me."

After saying this, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and slowly wrote a word on the rice paper.

This move aroused great curiosity among people around.

Everyone stretched their necks and looked sideways, trying to get a glimpse of the mysterious word, and were even more anxious to know how Yan Xiu would interpret its meaning.

Just as Xu Guo finished writing and everyone was holding their breath, a sudden shout broke the tranquility of the city.

"Get out of my way!"

This roar was like thunder.

The crowd was shocked involuntarily and made way to make way for the newcomers.

I saw a general in armor, leading a team of soldiers in distinctive armor, coming to Yan Xiu's stall in a menacing manner.

At first, the people around who were unaware of the situation were quite dissatisfied with this sudden disturbance.

However, when they recognized the identity of this group of people, all the complaints turned into silence.

"I am hereby ordered by the prefect to invite you to come to the government office for a chat."

The general looked down at Yan Xiu from a high position, his words leaving no room for rejection.

But Yan Xiu remained indifferent and continued to explain the characters to Xu Guo.

Xu Guo saw that Yan Xiu was so calm and collected, and he ignored the general's orders.

But his eyes were always on his own writing. He was so nervous that beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and he felt very uneasy.

"Master Yan, this is General Zhang from the Lingchuan City Defense Army, he is a powerful and influential person."

Xu Guo leaned forward slightly and whispered to Yan Xiu almost in a whisper.

There was anxiety in his voice, fearing that Yan Xiu had angered the other party.

Yan Xiu slowly raised his head, calmly met the general's gaze, and spoke calmly.

"Sir, the world is like a chess game, the order of seniority and rank must not be messed up."

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp sound of metal friction suddenly rang out in the air, breaking the silence.

The general suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist and turned his wrist.

Then there was a flash of cold light, and the corner of the table fell off, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"My sword won't be affected by your tricks."

Xu Guo was horrified when he saw this scene.

He stood up in a panic, his voice trembling as he tried to remain calm and said, "It's not worth mentioning my trivial matters. I hope Master Yan can help you solve your urgent problem first!"

After saying this, he quickly bowed deeply to the general.

He left in a hurry without waiting for everyone to come to their senses, leaving only a panicked figure gradually moving away from everyone's sight.

At this time, the general pointed the blade directly at Yan Xiu and spoke in a cold voice.

"I will not repeat my words a second time."

After he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him gathered around him, staring at Yan Xiu with cold eyes.

Yan Xiu showed no panic on his face when he heard this.

As for the threat posed by this general, he didn't take it seriously.

"Since the Lord has given the order, I will go there."

He spoke in a calm tone and calmly tidied up the items in front of the stall.

Then he stood up and left with the general.

...

...

Inside the prefectural government office.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her son with loving eyes and spoke in a soft and soothing voice.

"Don't worry, my son. The fortune teller will be here soon."

Inside the hall, an obese man crossed his hands over his chest, frowning, showing obvious displeasure.

He complained, "Mom, I've told you so many times that the white sparrow is very shy. Why do you insist on lifting the curtain?"

His words revealed a strong sense of dissatisfaction and complaint.

"I was indeed not thoughtful enough on this matter, so I specially asked an expert to help you find the white sparrow."

Mrs. Zhang spoke softly and comforted her son, and his dissatisfaction gradually subsided.

Soon, the general led Yan Xiu into the hall.

"Ma'am, I brought the person to you."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang put away her flattering expression in front of her son and looked at Yan Xiu with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Are you the fortune teller who has been making a lot of noise in the city recently?"

She asked in a condescending tone.

Yan Xiu nodded slightly: "I am not talented, I am just a commoner, may I ask why Madam summoned me?"

Before Mrs. Zhang could say anything, her son beside her could no longer hold back and spoke first, his tone full of arrogance.

"A fortune teller with mud legs doesn't even show courtesy to us. I think you don't know your place!"

He waved his arm and shouted in a commanding manner: "Come here, teach him a lesson for me, and give him thirty lashes to serve as a warning to others!"

As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers guarding the palace rushed in and pretended to capture Yan Xiu.

However, Yan Xiu only glanced at him indifferently.

The fierce gaze was like a sharp sword, which made the strong men hold their breath and stop their steps in mid-air, leaving them in a dilemma.

The prefect's son became even angrier upon seeing this, with a look of rage burning between his brows.

"What are you good-for-nothings still standing there for? Do you want me to do it myself?!"

Despite their roars, the guards found themselves as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to move an inch, and were filled with inexplicable fear.

Yan Xiu smiled calmly and said, "Master Zhang, don't you just want to find your lost white sparrow?"

When these words came out, it was like a bolt of thunder. The son of the prefect was shocked and looked stunned.

I originally thought that the person in front of me was just a charlatan who was swindling people, but I didn't expect that his first sentence revealed what I was thinking.

The anger on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by an eagerness that was almost ecstatic.

"Do you know where my White Sparrow is now? Tell me quickly, and I will reward you handsomely!"

The change in expression before and after is truly amazing.

Although Yan Xiu still had a gentle smile on his face, there was a barely perceptible coldness in his deep eyes.

The person in front of me has a dim life star above his head and evil spirit invading his body.

I'm afraid he will die soon, but he is still thinking about his white sparrow before he dies.

However, Yan Xiu didn't like the way the other party invited him, so he naturally wouldn't help.

He pretended to count with his fingers, as if there was really a secret flowing between his fingers, and then pointed in a direction at random.

"Thirty-seven miles to the east, there is a place called Shuiqingjian. Your white sparrow is there right now."

When Master Zhang heard this, he was delighted and could not wait to summon his guards and prepare to set off immediately.

When Mrs. Zhang saw that her beloved son's worry had turned into joy, a smile appeared on her face.

"Come here, go to the account office and get one ounce of silver to reward the gentleman for his hard work and send him on his way home."

This stingy reward was really eye-opening to Yan Xiu, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Yan Xiu left the prefect's residence and walked towards somewhere unsteadily.