Junior sister took first place again

The room suddenly became quiet, and Wen Xingzhou said slowly:

"Junior sister, you are still young. Now is not the time to learn these things."

He said earnestly, "Besides, these things are of no benefit to your cultivation, so there's no need to pay too much attention to them."

"I'm an adult now, I'll just see what's going on."

Ning Jiasheng spoke depressedly.

Wen Xingzhou's eyes softened, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

It takes at least a hundred years for a demon to reach adulthood, and a cultivator in his twenties is not considered an adult.

"He is still a child after all."

He sighed and looked at her as if she were a naughty child.

"..."

Ning Jiasheng was speechless and choked, looking at him angrily without saying a word.

The inner demon gloated in the sea of consciousness, "Serves you right."

Seeing that the two of them stopped talking, Yan Jiuyuan shifted uncomfortably and quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Junior Sister Ning probably doesn't come down the mountain often. In fact, the monsters there are nothing special. Many of them are half-monsters, domesticated as pets for people's entertainment."

Ning Jiasheng said "oh" and looked up at him.

Yan Jiuyuan thought her tone was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it. He guessed that she was a little unhappy after being stopped by her senior brother.

He continued, "If you want to see the demons, go southwest to the border cities. The streets there are filled with demons of all shapes and sizes."

Seeing Ning Jiasheng regain his spirits, he continued, "It's just that he has a bad temper. Be careful not to get beaten."

"but,"

He wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he pointed at Wen Xingzhou and said, "With Fellow Daoist Wen by your side, no one can hurt you."

Ning Jiasheng rolled his eyes, walked down the stairs given by Yan Jiuyuan, and became full of energy again.

"You're right. I won't watch it then. We're heading southwest this time."

She had to dispel her senior brother's doubts first before she could find an opportunity to sneak over there and take a look.

The atmosphere became relaxed again, and the two men breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.

Wen Xingzhou took the initiative to say, "The food is here. Junior Sister, how about trying it and comparing it to Zui Jiang Yue?"

As soon as he finished speaking, servants carrying various dishes came in one after another. Ning Jiasheng and Yan Jiuyuan both sniffed.

When the table was set, the two said in unison, "Bring it on, fellow Daoist."

"Please come in, fellow Taoists."

The two smiled at each other, and Wen Xingzhou interrupted:

"No need to be so polite, fellow Daoist, please treat me to a banquet."

As he spoke, he took the lead in using the serving chopsticks to pick up a fried mantis shrimp and put it into Ning Jiasheng's bowl.

Ning Jiasheng also reciprocated by picking up a piece of steamed dragon fish for his senior brother.

Yan Jiuyuan was no longer polite. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a large piece of roasted meat with a clear purpose and started eating.

At first he was normal, eating faster and faster, the food on the table went into his mouth like a whirlwind, swallowing it directly like a funnel.

Ning Jiasheng quickly put some of his and his senior brother's favorite food into their respective bowls, and watched Yan Jiuyuan's performance in amazement.

There were more than twenty signature dishes, and in just a quarter of an hour, not even a root or leaf was left on the plate.

Ning Jiasheng looked at the empty plate and said in disbelief, "Brother Yan, tell me the truth, are you the descendant of Taotie?"

Wen Xingzhou raised his voice slightly, "Junior Sister!" and shook his head gently at her.

Telling a cultivator that he has a connection with the demon race or pointing at someone and calling him a demon is a great insult and a complete provocation to the cultivator.

The same is true for the demon race. The racial prejudices between the two sides for thousands of years have made it basically a life-and-death struggle in extramarital affairs.

Yan Jiuyuan was not angry.

"Oh hehe... hehe..."

He came back to his senses and laughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Junior Sister. My greatest hobby in life is delicious food."

Seeing the leftovers on the table, he realized it belatedly and said embarrassedly: "Junior Sister Ning and Senior Brother Wen, have you finished eating? How about we order a few more dishes, haha..."

Wen Xingzhou didn't care, the main thing was whether his junior sister wanted to eat more.

He looked at Ning Jiasheng, asking with his eyes.

"No, I'm done eating."

She wasn't hungry, and the main purpose of eating was to taste the food.

Besides, she was eager to go to the other side and had no appetite at all.

Yan Jiuyuan was quite disappointed after hearing what she said.

Ning Jiasheng looked at him with a smile, "How about you? Are you full? Fellow Daoist..."

She smiled sincerely and asked word by word.

Yan Jiuyuan nodded repeatedly: "Okay! I'm full!"

Ning Jiasheng nodded in satisfaction, "Then let's get down to business."

She called for someone to clean the table and replace the tea and snacks that had been ordered earlier.

When it came to business, Yan Jiuyuan suddenly became serious, and his whole aura changed drastically, making him look more like a disciple of a big sect.

He laid out the props on the stall one by one, and finally took out the most important star plate for the disciples of the Star Sect.

"What do you need me to do?"

Ning Jiasheng asked with interest.

Yan Jiuyuan shook his head, burned incense and washed his hands with a solemn expression.

Everything he said to Ning Jiasheng on the street about fortune-telling was true.

Disciples of the Xingchen Sect generally do not take the initiative to tell fortunes for others unless they meet someone with a predestined relationship.

As soon as Ning Jiasheng appeared, he noticed her and used some tricks to recognize that she was a disciple of Xuanling Sect.

Wen Xingzhou also knew that he had investigated the identity of his junior sister, but he did not stop him because he saw that his junior sister was interested and Yan Jiuyuan had no ill intentions.

Wen Xingzhou brought Ning Jiasheng down the mountain. The two did not make a big fuss and did not wear any items that symbolized the Xuanling Sect.

But they did not deliberately conceal their identities. If someone was interested in investigating, they could easily recognize which sect they came from.

Ning Jiasheng saw Yan Jiuyuan prepare a series of rituals, then he held up the star plate, closed his eyes and muttered something, his hands flew and danced, leaving afterimages and making countless complex gestures.

The star disk began to spin, and countless veins lit up, gradually forming an extremely mysterious and complex pattern.

Ning Jiasheng stared at it for a while and felt dizzy, but there was an inexplicable attraction that made her unable to stop looking.

Wen Xingzhou quickly covered her eyes with his sleeves, "Junior sister, don't look."

Ning Jiasheng felt much better. She exhaled and adjusted her breathing secretly.

At this moment, Yan Jiuyuan shouted: "Show!"

The star disk suddenly lit up, then went out and fell onto the table with a "bang". Yan Jiuyuan suddenly bent over and started coughing.

The two senior brothers and sisters were startled and wanted to go forward to help him up, but Yan Jiuyuan waved his hand to stop them. After coughing a few more times, he finally stopped.

"what happened to you?"

"Friend Yan, are you okay?"

Seeing that his face was red from coughing, the brothers and sisters asked one after another.

"I'm fine."

After Yan Jiuyuan finished speaking, he looked at Ning Jiasheng's face in a daze with a complex look that was one part suspicion, two parts weirdness, three parts thinking, and four parts shock.

Ning Jiasheng got goosebumps when he looked at her. Seeing that he was fine, she simply asked:

"So what did you figure out? Fellow Daoist Yan..."

Yan Jiuyuan came back to his senses, his expression changed slightly, he shook his head left and right and then bowed.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not very skilled. Junior Sister Ning, could you please give me your..."

Having said this, Yan Jiuyuan suddenly stopped, and Ning Jiasheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm incompetent and can't deduce Junior Sister Ning's fate."

Without waiting for the two to speak, Yan Jiuyuan picked up the three copper coins on the table and handed them to Ning Jiasheng, saying solemnly:

"Physiognomy cannot be done without a beginning or an end. Junior Sister Ning, please toss the dice six times and I will tell you a fortune."

He originally wanted to recalculate Ning Jiasheng's birth date or a single hair.

But firstly, the two sides had just met and were not familiar with each other. Even if the two sects were of the same blood, it was absolutely impossible for them to tell others about these deadly things.

Especially to the mysterious disciples of the Star Sect.

Secondly, Yan Jiuyuan said that he was incompetent.

Based on what he had just seen, it was probably the birth date and time that Ning Jiasheng had given her, and he couldn't see clearly what the horoscope showed.

Of course, incompetence is just Yan Jiuyuan's humble excuse.