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Reaching this place, my heart immediately relaxed. I even looked at the stall, preparing to buy some food to cook the hotpot.

I was grabbing a handful of vegetables, ready to let the hawker weigh them, when I felt someone pat me on the back.

I turned my head and saw that the person who had shot me was a middle-aged man with a short stature. He wore round sunglasses and a long cotton shirt with buddhist beads hanging from his neck. In his hand was a cloth sign that was held up with a stick.

On it were written the words "Plum Blossom Number" in the super large type of "Song".

These days, wearing a cotton hemp gown with buddhist beads, the majority of them are self-proclaimed masters of the jianghu divine stick.

The owner of this outfit also had a signboard with the words Plum Blossom Count.

Needless to say, he was a godly person who relied on fortune-telling to survive.

"Master, I can see that you're a rich man from the three courtyards. If I'm not wrong, you've probably made quite a bit of money recently. Come here and check on the situation; you're not allowed to accept money."

His words caught my attention. Recently, I have been doing a lot of business. I have indeed earned a lot of money in these few days of hard work.

I was curious as to how the man had worked it out, but it was also possible that he had stumbled on it.

"What, you can still calculate my luck?" I glanced at the man standing in front of me. Although I know he is a hero of the martial arts world, he has been through a lot of evil things recently.

If he really has the ability to dissolve, then that is my luck. If he doesn't, then it's good to get something out of the fortune-teller's mouth.

Seeing that I had gotten interested, the fortune-teller smiled and said, "I am Zhang Tiangang, I have not made a mistake in my divination for 30 years. Today, I saw that you are fated to meet me, so I came up to calculate for you."

As I was speaking, Zhang Tiangang pulled me to a relatively empty place in the market. He wanted me to reach out my hand first so he could show me his palm.

I did as he said. After Zhang Tiangang finished reading, he clicked his tongue and said.

"The sincerity of the blade strikes fear into the mind of the devil, and the words that are written in writing appear to be the truth. Impressive, impressive."

When I heard these two sentences, I immediately looked at Zhang Tiangang in shock, and even in fear.

This supernatural sculpture was created by Liu Bowen in the past. In order to commemorate Liu Bowen, the descendants of the supernatural sculpture, in order to create it, gave their names to the carving knife and the brushstroke life they used to create it, respectively becoming Liu Bowen's title and title, calling them the Sincerity Knife and the writing brush.

However, the people who made the supernatural sculpture would never mention about it in front of others, so how did Zhang Tiangang know?

Furthermore, he was able to tell that I was a supernatural sculpture just by looking at my hand.

For a moment my admiration for him rose.

"Mr. Zhang, how did you know that I was doing supernatural sculpture?"

Zhang Tiangang laughed: It's nothing much, I don't know what your name is.

I told him my name was Qin Yi. After Zhang Tiangang finished listening, he recited my name a few times in his mouth. Sometimes, his face would brighten with happiness, and sometimes it would darken a little.

I asked if there was anything wrong with my name.

This name was given to me by my Grandpa, one by one. It's because there are two lives, two lives, three lives, and three lives. Since this path began with one, it began with the heaven and earth, so it gave me this name.

There was depth and connotation.

I told all of this to Zhang Tiangang, and after he finished listening, he laughed out loud, saying:

"The name is indeed a good name. When the heavens and the earth are one, there will be tens of thousands of creatures appearing later. Wanxiang is unpredictable, and one cannot be left or right."