was ridiculed in public and treated as a beggar, if it was someone else, Guo Ming would have been furious.
But the grace of saving his life is too great, Guo Ming can't turn his face on Qingluan's father, maybe Guo Ming's departure is the best ending.
After Wang Tian's voice paused, Guo Ming understood everything that Wang Hua had told him about himself.
If they turn back, they will still treat themselves as honored guests, but is this what Guo Ming wants, this is more like a deal, this is not what Guo Ming wants.
Walking aimlessly on the street, Guo Ming looked around, shouting on both sides, there were candy sellers, hot buns, and stalls.
There are hundreds of thousands of monks in Flying Dragon City, but they are still mainly mortals, and there are about six or seven million mortals, so the vast majority of what Guo Ming sees are still ordinary people.
"This son, go slowly."
A middle-aged man in a gossip robe chased after him from behind.
Guo Ming stopped, looked at the middle-aged man behind him, and said suspiciously: "You call me." ” "Yes, I know at a glance that you are a rich and noble person, so why don't I give you a hexagram," the middle-aged scribe laughed.
"No, my life is up to me, the road is under my feet, what I am walking is the direction I am going, that is, my future."
Guo Ming shook his head, disappreciating, he only sensed some faint aura in this middle-aged man's body, and his cultivation was weak and pitiful, even if he could really pinch it, he might not be able to calculate his future.
"Hehe, there is something wrong with Childe when he says this, you must know that there are some things in the dark that you can't change.
In the general direction, no one can go against the sky, even the ancient sages are against the sky, and in the end, they also fall seriously injured.
The middle-aged scribe still smiled and said calmly.
"Okay, then tell me what my name is and where I'm from" Guo Ming saw that he was energetic, so he asked a question casually.
"I have a rule in my fortune telling, that is, if I calculate correctly, you must pay me."
The middle-aged scribe smiled and straightened his attitude.
"Okay, as long as you figure it out, I'll pay you."
Guo Ming didn't care, he didn't think the other party could guess anything.
The middle-aged scribe looked at Guo Ming carefully, looked up and down, and gradually his eyes became more and more blurred, revealing a mist from them.
Guo Ming suddenly felt dizzy, staggered, bit the tip of his tongue, and woke up.
"Hurry up, I still have something urgent" Guo Ming raised his foot and was about to leave.
"Don't don't, it'll be figured out right away, look at my eyes."
The man's voice carried a strange spell, and Guo Ming couldn't help but look into the man's eyes.
Guo Ming saw a mottled tiger roaring out of the other party's eyes and pounced directly at him.
"You're looking for death."
Guo Ming was furious, he actually fell into the other party's way.
Now he didn't know that this person was clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, hiding his cultivation, and giving himself a supreme blow when he was at his weakest.
A sharp sword flew out of Guo Ming's sea of knowledge and greeted him.
However, the tiger was acting in vain, regardless of the power of the sword, and its claws directly slapped Guo Ming's sword away, but at this moment, the momentum of the tiger was also blocked.
When the tiger was about to enter Guo Ming's sea of knowledge, Guo Ming whispered: "Three mysteries are one, change the heavens and the earth." ” The three mental methods of Buddhism, Dao and Demon operated at the same time, deriving a new kind of Great Dao, and the Great Dao was derived into a huge soul coercion, which erupted from Guo Ming's sea of consciousness.
With a loud bang, the tiger was ruthlessly torn apart, and everyone within a radius of 100 meters felt a burst of extremely strong soul coercion, and directly vomited blood and fainted.
The speed of the mighty coercion did not decrease, and he slashed away at the middle-aged scribe.
"It's so strong."
The middle-aged scribe was surprised.
Hiss.
The middle-aged scribe was directly crushed by Guo Ming's huge soul coercion, Guo Ming's face did not have any surprise, he stepped forward quickly, picked up one of the other party's shirts, and said with an ugly face: "The ancient thaumaturgical golden cicada is out of its shell, who is this person?"
Since the man left, Guo Ming put away his soul coercion and left there in a few flickers.
Soon after Guo Ming left, the middle-aged scribe walked out of a corner, touched his beard, and had a faint smile on his face, "I really can't imagine that this kid is so strong, it seems that Zhong Nanshan has another opponent, but this kid seems to have suffered serious internal injuries, how did this happen, all this has nothing to do with himself."
I'd better live my own life in peace and rob a few more. ” "Hey, hey, this boy, you go slowly."
The middle-aged scribe stepped forward and came to a chubby monk.
"I'm in a bad mood today, you don't mess with me."
Fang Wen's mood was really bad, he went to gamble with a few fox friends and dog friends, but in the end, all he lost was his pants, and there was nothing left on his body.
That's it, but the key is that there is still a debt of one thousand high-grade spirit stones.
This allows yourself to go back "What's the matter, it's just that I lost the gambling," the middle-aged scribe said with a smile.
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"By the way, are you begging for a beating, don't open any pot and you mention which pot."
Fang Wen immediately said angrily, and his big chubby hand suddenly lifted the other party's collar.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry."
The middle-aged scribe hurriedly greeted him with a smile and explained, I am a fortune teller, and I don't mean to touch your moldy head.
"Fortune teller" Fang Wen glanced up and down, with a puzzled look in his eyes.
The middle-aged scribe touched his beard and made a profound appearance, making people think that he was a former master.
"Count on your sister, how can you be stupid, I just came out of the gambling house, even a fool knows that I went to gamble.
You still pinch your fingers, get out of the way, lie to your uncle and me, what kind of eyes do you have" Fang Wen raised his leg and kicked at the waist of the middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe caught it with his hand, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he smiled: "This son, we are all literate people, don't say things clearly, don't use your fists to solve the reason, that's rude behavior, do you say yes?"
"It's your uncle's."
Fang Wen was stunned for a moment, directly kicked the man's chest, kicked the man dozens of meters away, clapped his hands, and said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are, and teach me a lesson." ” After saying this, the young master of the Fang family swung his fat big butt and left humming a little song.
Guo Ming, who was transformed into a breeze, showed a curious look on his face, what kind of grandmother is this middle-aged scribe, why, why is he so fierce to himself, and it is unreasonable to be so friendly to fat people To be continued, the fourth should be a little late, get more than eight o'clock: