Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

After leaving the Ji family, Zhu Wuyao stroked the money pouch at his waist, feeling quite satisfied. He never expected that the two words he had casually written would earn him twenty taels of silver.

Mr. Ji is such a good man; no wonder he has such a gentle and resilient granddaughter as Ji Yuezhang.

"Brother Shen, I just had my fortune told. Could it be that I was right?"

Shen Anzhi, who was following behind, nodded and said, "It's generally correct, but you're not a divination practitioner, so you can't calculate more specific details."

Although he received affirmation, Zhu Wuyao became even more puzzled.

She drew an incomplete tarot deck and wasn't even sure if the ritual was correct, so how could she possibly make an accurate prediction?

Shen Anzhi, however, was not surprised and explained:

“My fourth junior brother raised a flock of white geese. He believed that each goose had a different symbol. For example, if the goose with the roundest comb was the first to greet him in the morning, it meant that something good would happen that day.”

"If the one with the longest leg is wandering around on the road, then you should be careful of making a dangerous mistake."

Zhu Wuyao listened with a look of astonishment; this immortal could actually distinguish the appearances of different geese.

"So if someone comes to him seeking divination, how should it be done?"

Shen Anzhi sighed helplessly and continued:

"The fourth junior brother would find a strip of cloth to blindfold himself and chase geese around the yard. Then he would analyze the geese based on their location, their gathering patterns, and so on."

"Moreover, his calculations were extremely accurate."

Zhu Wuyao was greatly shocked. No wonder Shen Anzhi didn't say a word when he saw the cards she had drawn.

It turns out they've seen even more outrageous things.

She glanced at Shen Anzhi with concern. Brother Shen must have had a tough time. Not only does he have a rebellious junior sister like Ye Xiaozhou, but he also has a junior brother like "Chasing Goose Immortal".

"So, all you need to do is identify the corresponding symbols on the tools used for divination and be able to interpret them?"

Shen Anzhi nodded.

"That's right, in theory."

After hearing this explanation, Zhu Wuyao seemed to be deep in thought. She thought of the "tortoise shell fortune telling" in her previous life, which used different patterns on the tortoise shell to predict good or bad fortune.

In that case, I can wield a longsword and, based on the feel of the strike, analyze whether to fight or flee in this battle...

She nodded, indicating that she was deeply inspired.

As they spoke, the two arrived at their usual spot for fortune telling and began setting up various small items.

When Zhu Wuyao saw Shen Anzhi open the wooden box and see the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone inside, she asked, "Brother Shen, why did you bring these out?"

Shen Anzhi countered, "Without pen and ink, wouldn't it be impossible to write the divination text?"

"I use this. That set of writing brushes and ink is the most expensive thing I own, so I don't carry it with me when I'm doing fortune telling, for fear of losing it and having nothing to write stories about."

Zhu Wuyao took out a charcoal stick and shook it.

Shen Anzhi, sitting opposite her, thought for a moment and realized that the most expensive things the two of them owned were indeed these few items. He seemed shocked by their poverty.

After a while, he still tried to persuade him: "We practitioners of divination should still use pen and ink, so that we can get closer to the great Dao of Heaven and Earth."

Is that right?

Zhu Wuyao recalled for a while and found that writing with a brush seemed to bring a different feeling, and he had extra energy and did not feel tired even after an hour.

She readily accepted the brush, and Shen Anzhi diligently began grinding the ink.

Ok?

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat bewildered. Although Shen Anzhi was approachable, he wouldn't be this attentive.

She quickly found a reasonable explanation for herself—

Shen Anzhi has always been responsible. Therefore, after he made a bet with Ye Xiaozhou for three months, he realized that it was because he had not taken good care of his junior sister that he had suffered an undeserved disaster.

Therefore, I've been trying to help her out more lately.

His reputation had spread throughout Beixuan City. Although he hadn't set up a stall for the past two days, he was recognized by a scholar-looking man the moment he showed up today.

"Master Wuyan! I wonder if we are destined to meet?"

Zhu Wuyao glanced at him up and down.

The person who came seemed excited, but not in a hurry. In fact, he seemed a little agitated and angry. I guess he wasn't looking for anything.

She smiled slightly and said, "What would you like to know?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar became even more excited, and even seemed somewhat impatient.

"Master, I want to know who this 'Speechless' writer is! That scoundrel dares to defile literature like this; I'll teach her a lesson!"

Zhu Wuyao's lips twitched slightly. Upon closer inspection, she realized that this scholar was none other than the one who had criticized her storybook at the inn a few days ago.

She raised her hand, indicating that he should wait a moment.

Then, he turned to Shen Anzhi's side, bent down and asked in a low voice, "Brother Shen, if I want to use divination as an opportunity to successfully guide Qi into my body, can I lie?"

Shen Anzhi suppressed a laugh and said, "It's best not to."

Ok.

Zhu Wuyao nodded thoughtfully, returned to her stall, and waited until the scholar finished drawing his cards. She calmly picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a line:

"Far away, yet right before my eyes."

The scholar accepted the farewell invitation and asked with a puzzled look, "Master Wuyan, what is the interpretation of this divination slip?"

Zhu Wuyao smiled and looked at him without saying a word.

The scholar suddenly slapped his forehead, realizing something, and took out a few copper coins from his money bag and handed them over.

Zhu Wuyao took five coins from his hand with an appreciative look, confiscated the rest, and said:

"Since you left home this morning, you've seen Mr. 'Speechless' but haven't recognized him."

The scholar, filled with doubt and uncertainty, left after a moment's thought.

You know, he came out of a brothel this morning. Last night, all the girls were discussing Mr. "Silent"'s new book, and not a single one of them was talking about the poems in his articles.

How could he not be furious!

This morning, many "like-minded people" came out of the brothel together. Could it be that the "silent" thief was one of them?

I never expected that this person would not only have such vulgar writing, but also such a vulgar character!

After seeing the scholar off, Zhu Wuyao turned back with a touch of emotion, wanting to share her thoughts with Shen Anzhi. But as soon as she turned around, she saw tears of blood welling up in Shen Anzhi's eyes.

"Brother Shen!"

Zhu Wuyao frowned suddenly and quickly stepped forward to check.

"But what happened?"

Shen Anzhi waved his hand to indicate that he was alright, but his breathing was somewhat disordered.

Although he usually keeps his eyes closed, if you get close, you can vaguely sense some veins.

But this pen is different.

This morning, when he came across the pen, he couldn't "see" anything about it. It seemed to have no origin and no home; it was just a lonely calligraphy brush.

As the senior disciple of the Star-Picking Tower, he immediately thought of a possibility—

The spirit remains hidden!

Those rare treasures of heaven and earth will conceal their brilliance and not reveal themselves to the world.

Like ordinary, dusty objects.

Normally, even if you hold it in your hand, you won't notice its extraordinary nature. Only when the time is right will it reveal its true form.

That's why he dared not reveal it, for fear of ruining the connection between Zhu Wuyao and this pen.