If you don't count, you will die

In the seventh month of the seventh year of the Zhantian Kingdom, when the spring flowers are blooming, the Jiuchong market in the imperial capital is bustling with people, but there is a corner at the end of the street that is deserted and out of tune with the surroundings.Passers-by either watched curiously, or passed by in a hurry, but no one approached.

In the deserted corner, there was a table with rotten edges, one leg was limping and a stone was used to prop it up, behind the table sat a boy with black eyes, the boy had black hair and simple hair. Standing upright, he was wearing an old blue shirt, the fabric was faded and white, the corners of the long sleeves were damaged, his head was tilted slightly, and the corners of his mouth drooped coldly.The eyes are covered with black cloth, but the hairs on the passers-by stand on end inexplicably, and they feel like they are being spied on and looked at deeply.

Standing behind the young man was a simple fortune-telling banner, on which there was nothing else but the word "Divination" written in a messy book.

This boy is silence, the silence after a thousand years.

Shen Mo rubbed his humming abdomen, looked up through the black cloth to look at passers-by, traffickers and pawns, all kinds of things in the world, and a panoramic view.

Seeing Shen Mo constantly rubbing his stomach, the uncle at the bun shop next door looked sideways and ignored him.

This is the third day that Shen Mo came here. In the previous two days, the uncle next door had also kindly handed two steaming steamed buns to Shen Mo, but Mo Mo didn't answer, didn't speak, just sat there, slightly lifted As if looking at him indifferently through a black cloth, the uncle who stared straight at him was embarrassed. Since then, he has never made fun of himself, only thinking that Mo Mo is a weird person. There are many weird people in this world. No longer mind meddling.

It's been three days.

Shen Mo has been here for three days, and it has been three days since he set up this divination booth, but he still hasn't got a single divination.

The life time limit given to him by the system is seven days. If he does not predict a single divination within seven days, he will return to modern times, return to the scene where he was knocked over by a heavy truck, and die under the wheels.

The so-called system is the fortune-telling system. It is something that appeared in Shen Mo's mind when he woke up. As soon as the system appeared, he stuffed a lot of messy things in Shen Mo's head. In summary, it is some deduction of divination In addition to these majestic and complicated divination techniques, there is only one exchange record, which is the silent life time.

The small hexagram lasts for one month, the big hexagram lasts for one year, and the heavenly hexagram lasts for one round.

Whether everything goes well or not is the small hexagram; good or bad luck is the big hexagram; the turmoil in the world is the heavenly hexagram.

Precise divination and detailed interpretation of hexagrams can continue life.

Silence was thinking in his mind, and his fingertips were unconsciously turning a snow-white Haosu pen. The texture of the Haosu pen was smooth and cool to the touch. The slightly pale complexion is really beautiful.This is the only real thing that appeared beside Shen Mo once he came to this wonderful ancient country, except for the inexplicable long hair. Presumably, it was the divination tool given to him by the system.

Shen Mo was looking at passers-by, while someone was looking at Shen Mo on the second floor of the opposite restaurant.

Shen Mo sensitively noticed a stinging gaze, looked up, and saw that the hall of the restaurant opposite was very lively, and the window on the second floor was empty, nothing.

At this time, the old man with white beard and hair came to the silent divination booth with a young student of one year. The old man looked haggard, but his eyes were extremely kind. He led the student to sit in front of the booth, and sighed softly before speaking. , seems to be entangled in some troubles, unable to escape, the young student following the old man also has a sad expression on his face.

"Young man, let me make a fortune for this old man."

Shen Mo raised his head slightly, and the eyes behind the black cloth looked the old and the young from head to toe, and then said slowly: "What is it?"

The old man frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment and said, "Even if all the good and bad things happen in the remaining few years of my life, what's the fortune like?"

Mo Mo turned Hao Su's fingertips to a stop, and slapped Hao Su in front of the old man, "Write a word."

The old man picked up the pen in doubt, raised his eyebrows to look at Shen Mo, and asked: "Young man, this man has no ink, and there is no paper on the table, how do we write?"

The young man who came with the old man tugged on the old man's sleeve robe, as if urging the old man to leave quickly, not to waste time here.

Silent fingertips on the slightly uneven desktop.

The old man was surprised: "Write on this? Without ink, how can you read it?"

But Shen Mo didn't speak, just sat there with his head slightly lowered, as if he was waiting for the old man to write.

The old man sighed, "That's all." He waved his hand and began to write on the table with his inkless ink.

With ups and downs and twists and turns, after writing a word, the old man gently put down the pen, "It's finished, young man, let the old man do the divination."

So far, the old man seems to have completely believed that Silence is a liar.

Mo Mo stretched out his hand, the palm just covered the place where the old man had written on the table, stroked it slowly from top to bottom, and immediately wrote the hexagram name.

"The mountains and rivers are in danger."

The old man raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

Silence remained unchanged, and he said, "Xie Gua Shi Wen."

The young man who was following the old man finally got impatient, and pulled the old man's sleeve robe vigorously, and said without avoiding silence: "Sir! Let's go, don't waste time here, this must be a charlatan!"

The old man shook his head, counted out ten coins from his pocket and put them on the table, "Please explain the hexagram."

Mo Mo touched the ten-cent coin precisely and stuffed it into his waist, and his actions did not look like a blind person at all.

"Jian, lame. The family is in decline, and everything is not going well. If you want to break the hexagram, a gentleman will cultivate virtue by turning against himself. It is..."

Halfway through the silence, he looked at the benevolent old man in front of him before continuing, "It's time for you to reflect on yourself and improve your moral cultivation."

After Silence finished speaking, the little boy couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up, pointing at the tip of Silent's nose and shouting like a cannonball, "You liar! My husband is the most educated and most cultivated scholar in Dexiu Academy. Shan, in order to help the poor students in the academy, even if you often don’t take care of yourself, why do you need to reflect on yourself? Why do you need to improve your morality? But you, at a young age, are familiar with the tricks of the quack, and it is time to reflect on yourself! "

After the words fell, the young boy went to drag the old man again, "Sir, let's go to brother Lou Xi's house quickly, brother Lou Xi won't come to school for a few days, I'm afraid the brother's father won't let him go to school again!"

The old man patted the young man on the shoulder, nodded apologetically to Shen Mo, and then thought that Mo Mo could not see, so he said in a low voice, "Young man, we are rude, let's go first."

Silent didn't react much, and probed the system in his mind, only to find a string of eye-catching red letters behind the hexagram name that was just calculated—the solution of the hexagram is not finished.

unfinished?Didn't you just solve the hexagram?Why this hexagram is not over, nor does it increase the lifespan.

Could it be that his first divination was not accurate?

Without waiting to think about it, the stomach kept screaming, Mo Mo stood up first, went to the bun shop next to him, and handed over two copper coins.

The bun shop uncle looked hesitant, seeing Shen Mo holding up the two copper coins, he tentatively took it, and then handed him two steaming steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.

After Shen Mo took the buns, he went back to the divination booth and sat down in silence, and slowly gnawed them.

Uncle Baozipu twitched the corners of his eyes, and looked sideways at the silent gaze that was indescribable.

Mo Mo didn't care, just silently filled his hungry stomach.

As if he had calculated the time, as soon as Shen Mo finished eating and wiped the corners of his mouth and palms, another person sat in front of him.

Shen Mo raised his head, looked through the thin black cloth, and saw the man in front of him sitting with his robe lifted neatly, his demeanor was unrestrained and not muddy, there was a faint golden light flashing between the lifted black robe, as if golden thread was woven in it, Understated luxury.A pair of smiling eyes slightly raised at the end of the eyes, with deep pupils, it seems to be full of affection when looking at anyone, but the nose line is as cold and hard as a chisel, the thin lips are slightly hooked, and the corners of the mouth are slightly curled up. He seemed to be smiling, dressed in a black robe that was spotless, taking advantage of his amorous face, which made the women who came and went blush with embarrassment.Behind this person was a man who looked like a scholar in white robes. Zhang had a warm and handsome face, but his expression was very indifferent. His face was expressionless, and his standing posture was straight and his body was tense, as if he was always vigilant about his surroundings.

Mo Mo raised Hao Su in his hand, "Foretelling?"

The peach-faced man had a deep smile on his lips, but he didn't answer the question: "But I don't know when this Jiuchong has a young divination teacher?"

Mo Mo looked at the man in front of him brazenly through the black cloth, and didn't answer the man's question, but put down Hao Su again, tilted his head, stopped looking at the man in front of him, and continued to observe the passers-by, not counting divination, and talked with him He has nothing to do.

Being ignored by Shen Mo, the man was not angry, but the cold eyes of the person behind him stabbed at Shen Mo's body one after another.

"Okay then, I'll ask about future, how is it?"

Mo Mo then handed Hao Su to the man again, "Word."

The man smiled, his laughter was clear and gentle, "Without paper and ink, how do you write?"

Mo Mo raised his head and looked straight at the man's smiling eyes through the black cloth, his tone was cold: "Didn't you read it?"

Hearing this, the man was not at all surprised that his peeping was discovered, but the smile on his lips deepened, and he picked up a pen and waved his wrist to write a word on the table.

Although there was no paper or ink, the man swiped Haosu without any pause, put down the pen in an instant, and said: "Please."

Shen Mo touched the table, once, twice, three times.

No, nothing, this person's future is blank, not to mention the future, everything about this man is blank, nothing can be deduced.

Silence finally had a slight change in expression. Could it be that the divination skills given by the system are not comprehensive?

Shen Mo frowned, raised his head and said, "Give me your hand."

The man looked at Shen Mo and touched the table over and over again as if wiping the table. He didn't say a word for a while, but he was not angry, and stretched out his hand very patiently.

Silence looked at the hand with clear phalanges and slender knuckles in front of him, and raised his hand to caress it. It was warm to the touch, and the palm was dry. Silent used his fingertips to trace the lines of the man's palm bit by bit, sketching and deducing it in his mind. , from the palm to the fingertips, and from the fingertips back to the palm.

The person who had been standing behind the man with a cold face looked at the silent movement with an unwavering expression, and brushed the long sword at his waist.

The man didn't turn his head, he just said softly, "Wen Pu."

The man put his hand on his waist and put it down.

And Shen Mo didn't seem to be aware of all this, he just deduced it over and over again, and finally, after a quarter of an hour, he let go of his hand.

The man also withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows: "How?"

Silence asked, "What's your name?"

The man named Wen Pu put his hand on the long sword at his waist again.

The smile in the man's eyes deepened, and there were some gloomy glints in Ling Ling's smile.

"My name is Lin Mu. Do you have a hexagram?"

Mo Mo raised her head to look into Lin Mu's eyes, above her head was Zhaoyang in March, divided by the shaded branches of the roadside, messily scattered at the ends of their shoulders and hair, leaving only a little warmth.

He said: "If one is a king, the fate of the country will be destroyed."