Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

In the early morning, the teahouse is already full of guests who come for morning tea.

Shen Zhinian and his group sat on the second floor as usual, with a wide view, which made it easier for them to see the surrounding situation clearly.

There is a high platform in the center of the lobby on the first floor. On the platform is a table with a folding fan, a handkerchief and a wake-up stick.

The guests downstairs sat around this place. Some even tried to grab seats from the guests who had arrived earlier, but they were persuaded by the waiter.

I guess, when these people have nothing else to do for entertainment, they come here early in the morning to watch gossip TV series.

After the seats were filled, the storyteller, who was about to start his morning shift, slowly walked onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

He waved the fan and slammed the table, and the noisy sounds around him instantly quieted down.

"Everyone knows that Mr. Yuan is a world-renowned scholar. Many powerful families have begged to be his students but failed. However, recently, another person has become famous in my Wanjin country."

"It is rumored that he is extremely knowledgeable and is the last disciple accepted by Mr. Yuan. He is also very skilled in martial arts. Even the Seven Star Pavilion was defeated by him."

"Not only that, he is also proficient in physiognomy. Last time Xilan City was hit by a drought, it was this man who performed divination and sacrifice, praying for timely rain, saving the civilians of the entire city!"

After saying this, he deliberately dragged out his tone, causing the audience below to become curious and scratch their heads.

"Seven Star Pavilion, isn't that a system that can be replaced? Why aren't there any rumors about this person in the martial arts world?"

"You made up a fake story to fool us!"

"That's right, who are you talking about? Tell me now!"

"Hiss... But why did I hear from my father that this really happened in Xilan City? Even His Majesty praised it and even wanted to summon that capable person to the capital."

"Summoned to the capital? This..."

At this moment, not only people downstairs were discussing this matter, but people on the second floor were no exception.

Those who had some power in the family and had the opportunity to meet the emperor had all heard about this matter, and they confirmed the authenticity of the news revealed by the storyteller.

It also makes people more curious.

The storyteller waved his fan, and before everyone's patience ran out, he smiled mysteriously and said, "Just as you guys said, this person has already arrived in the capital."

Everyone was shocked. If such a genius appeared in the capital, how could they not know about it?

"What! Where? And how did you know?"

"If he is really as powerful as you say, why doesn't he show up?"

Shen Zhinian: "..."

Here it comes, the long and smelly pre-rock song with the king of pretense making a brilliant appearance.

This must be the trending search he bought himself. He brags about himself to death without any shame at all.

Why didn't this marketing storyteller add the rumor that he was as handsome as Pan An and rare in the world? After all, if it was linked to his appearance, it would make people more excited.

But the rumor about the successful prayer for rain... the ancients attached great importance to this matter beyond imagination, and no one would use such a thing to show off.

Maybe some unknown means were used.

As for why certainty is not a good method, it is not that this person is doing good things to benefit the people.

Oh, there is a price to pay for calling the wind and rain and forcibly changing the climate.

There are numerous disasters in the world, which are all fate. In the past, the immortal cultivators could ask the Dragon King to bring rain, or the local people could offer sacrifices to the gods they believed in.

Nowadays...without gods, how can we ask for protection and rain?

As for those methods that can use magic weapons to store water elsewhere and then sprinkle it on this land, even if some of the fallen immortal cultivators left behind some water, without spiritual power, everything is just empty talk.

Since she entered Wanjin Kingdom, she has explored it. Apart from the formation barrier in the capital, there is no trace of spiritual power fluctuation, including Xilan City.

I'm afraid it's like robbing Peter to pay Paul. Originally, Xilan City would return to normal after the disaster, but now it has been disrupted like this, and the drought... will be prolonged.

It seems that after solving the problems in the capital, they will have to go to Xilan City again and use a magic weapon to create artificial rainfall.

Fortunately, the compass did not react violently, which meant that the center of the formation was still some distance away from them. The person they were going to meet today was not the one they were looking for.

Damn, that damn Pavilion Master is always causing trouble for them.

"Snapped!!!"

Just as he was sighing in annoyance, the next second, the storyteller, who had just been lying there with his eyes closed and boasting to build momentum for the legendary king of pretense, suddenly slammed the wooden stick to wake up.

Shen Zhinian was shocked!

Even Fu Guanci beside him jumped up.

He steadied himself, lowered his head awkwardly and moved closer, asking in confusion: "Senior Sister, what are you playing?"

Play you*!

Shen Zhinian frowned and sincerely suggested: "Shut up."

Fu Guanci immediately said, "Okay."

Duan Tinghan, who was confused and even a little bewildered, thought it was some kind of corporate culture issue: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Should I jump, too?"

He Qingyu: "...You don't have to learn everything."

There is no need to study so hard.

After this scare, Shen Zhinian, who was originally impatient to listen to exaggerated praise, finally turned his attention to the storyteller.

It seemed like he had finally finished keeping everyone in suspense, mainly because he had started to get hit with buns and steamed buns because of his constant chattering.

While dodging in a panic, he adjusted his hair to save face and said loudly, "This man is the famous Su Yinchen in the martial arts world, Master Su!"

"Master Su! It's actually him?!"

"Oh my god! I didn't expect Mr. Su to have so many talents!"

"I was wondering who could have such ability. I almost thought that you were just talking nonsense and deceiving us."

"Yes, yes, if this person is Master Su, then everything makes sense. He is indeed Master Su!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people below stopped throwing fruits and meat buns and stood there in shock, obviously they all knew this person.

He is the junior brother of this year's top scholar. That top scholar has become famous immediately. If my junior brother comes to take the imperial examination, the first place will never fall on me.

He was originally a disciple of Mr. Yuan, and the current top scholar feels inferior to him. It can be imagined how dazzling his talent is.

Although this person was not interested in this and did not serve as an official in the court, he was very prestigious among the students taking the imperial examinations.

Now it is reported that the other party is both civil and military, and has saved the people of a city. The onlookers have instantly turned into fanatical fans. They have never seen the real person, but have already started to inquire about surrounding information and are ready to push him to death.

“How do the people in this teahouse know all this?!” In the midst of this unprecedented cheering and excitement, an incredible and even angry and confused voice suddenly rang out.

"Damn it! I specifically told you not to bluff!"

Shen Zhinian and his companions turned their heads speechlessly, staring with the same dead fish eyes.

Here it comes, a false roar from the mouth.

If you really want to stop it, you don't have to wait until now.