Chapter 906: I can't count your fate!

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Because of the extreme surprise, the fortune-teller's voice trembled, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his face showed an incredible expression.

On the other side, Tang Anni looked blank and asked, "Didn't you just say that I was the fate of the crane? Now, how come I have become the fate of the phoenix?"

"call……"

The fortune teller took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked at Tang Anni with more respectful eyes, and said solemnly:

"Although the crane is extraordinary, it is too lonely and arrogant, and it is difficult to blend into the birds. There is an old saying that burns the piano and cooks cranes. Since ancient times, the beauty of beauty is so humble, nothing more! But now, your life style has changed. Rebirth, soaring for ninety thousand miles, standing on top of thousands of people!"

"Is that really amazing?" Tang Anni's beautiful eyes were bright, she seemed to be a little disbelief, and she put out her tongue playfully, and said: "Aren't you saying good things and deliberately making me happy?"

"The old man has told fortunes for more than sixty years, and there has never been a lie!" The fortune teller categorically cut the line.

Immediately afterwards, his brow furrowed into the shape of Sichuan, and he said to himself: "The difference between the crane and the phoenix is ​​like the difference between the immortal and the common, almost insurmountable! Throughout the history of China, it is impossible to complete such a transformation. Counting, they are all the people who are famous in history! Could it be...Which peerless expert has changed your fate for you?"

Speaking of this, his eyes burst with unprecedented brilliance, staring straight at Tang Anni, and asking excitedly: "Girl, have you run into any strange people recently?"

When Tang Anni heard the words, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but peek at Ye Fan next to her.

If the fortune-teller is not wrong, then her fate has changed so drastically because of Ye Fan.

If it weren't for Ye Fan, she has now been forced to be engaged to Hua Jianfei.

But with her staunch personality, it is impossible to compromise on this. In desperation, she might choose to mutilate herself to preserve her innocence.

Corresponding to the words "the fate of the confidante is fate, the fragrance of the jade is lost".

However, at the critical moment, Ye Fan stepped forward to turn the tide and save her from the fire.

And her fate has also undergone earth-shaking changes, Nirvana is reborn, and she has soared above the nine heavens ever since.

...

"Master, is this... really the fate of the phoenix in the legend?" the handsome young boy stammered next to him, his tone full of suspicion.

The fate of the phoenix is ​​a legendary existence, once in a hundred years, ordinary people will never see it once in a lifetime.

Encountered on the street, the probability is too small.

"Are you questioning the vision of being a teacher?" the fortune teller angered.

"The disciple dare not!" The young Jun Yi shook his head quickly.

Suddenly, Tang Anni seemed to think of something, her pretty face flushed, and she whispered in a low voice: "Old sir, I want to count the marriage, can I?"

"Of course!" The fortune teller nodded and said: "Let's test the characters this time! Girl, you can just write a poem at will!"

Tang Anni looked around and found a few falling flowers floating in the distance, so she picked up the brush on the photo booth and brushed the ink on the rice paper.

She comes from a famous family, is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her handwriting is graceful and elegant.

Soon, a line of poems appeared on the rice paper——

"Zhicao is flying, and the heavy peak looks to the north!"

The fortune teller thought for a moment, then slowly said:

"Grass is a scorpion. After'Zhicao' flies, what is left is'Zhi', after the flower, what is left is a'dagger'! Chongfeng is two mountains, the pictogram is'Yao', and Chenbei is'Little '! Zhi, dagger, Yao, Xiao, superimposed on the four characters, it is a purple character!"

"Purple?" Tang Anni opened her eyes wide and asked, "How about this word?"

"Purple is the color of an emperor! You use purple to ask about marriage, so your future husband and son will naturally be the emperor of the true dragon!"

Hearing this, Tang Anni's pretty face couldn't hide her joy, the corner of her eyes peeked at Ye Fan.

"Hey……"

At this moment, the fortune-teller sighed again, his face full of sadness.

"Huh? Old gentleman, what are you sighing? Isn't that bad?" Tang Anni was puzzled.

"Girl, do you really want to know why?"

"of course!"

"Zi, of course, is the color of an emperor, but this refers to a man! You ask about marriage as a woman. Since ancient times, purple has not won the award. Although your future husband is an emperor, you are not a queen, you can only be a child!" The fortune teller said solemnly.

As soon as she said this, Tang Anni's body trembled, her eyes dimmed and she lowered her head to remain silent.

Before, she knew that Chu Mengyao was Ye Fan's true girlfriend.

Because of this, no matter how much she admired Ye Fan, she did not dare to pick out the last layer of thin paper for fear of becoming a "third party."

But now, this fortune teller's remarks were in one word, so that she could no longer deceive herself.

Seeing her sad, Ye Fan frowned and said solemnly: "Annie, if you have heard this kind of fortune telling, then forget it, why take it seriously? Let's go elsewhere!"

With that, he grabbed Tang Anni's hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

After only a few steps, the handsome young man's voice came from behind: "Hehe...Is it hit by my master? My master made a straight point and never made a mistake! What's more, it's all trivial. , You didn't even pay a penny!"

Ye Fan stopped when he heard the words, turned to look at the fortune teller, and asked, "Old sir, how much is the gold?"

"It's not necessary! But—"

The fortune teller turned around and looked straight at Ye Fan and said, "Little brother, the old man is more interested in your fate. How about letting the old man count for you?"

"Oh?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay! Then test the words too!"

As he said, he picked up the brush, used the pen to run the dragon and snake, and wrote a poem on the blank space of the rice paper——

Yubo Dynasty looked back to the emperor's hometown, Wusun returned and did not become king!

This line of poem comes from "Song Next Song". When Ye Fan was a child, he often heard his father chant it, so he wrote it subconsciously.

Upon seeing this, the handsome young man showed disdain, and sneered: "Huh... Wusun is a nomadic people who live outside the pass. Of course, you can't be called a king. You are quite self-knowing! As an ordinary person, you have to. Have the consciousness of ordinary people!"

In the face of this provocation, Ye Fan remained unchanged and calm as usual. He looked at the fortune teller in the distance and asked: "Old gentleman, what about my fate?"

The fortune teller looked at the line, silent, his face became more and more serious, and even big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" The young Jun Yi was curious and looked around, but found that the fortune-teller's gaze seemed to be on the word "silk", and he did not move away for a long time.

For a while, there was no sound in the venue, the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.

After several minutes, the fortune-teller seemed to have discovered something. His body was shaken like an electric shock. He looked at Ye Fan and said tremblingly: "Your fate, I can't count it!"

"what?!"

As soon as Ye Fan said this, the handsome boy next to him couldn't help but exclaimed: "How is this possible? Master, you are a straightforward Li Banxian. There is no such thing as you in this world. People who can't do it!"

"To shut up!"

The fortune teller shouted: "Things that are not useful, if you say one more word, don't blame me for driving you out of the teacher's door!"

When the young Junyi heard the words, his heart was very wronged, and his eye circles were a little red.

He never expected that the master, who has always been fond of him, would suddenly change his face.

At this time, the fortune teller looked at Ye Fan again, and said: "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I am not good enough, I made you laugh! Goodbye!"

With that said, the fortune-teller did not hesitate, and walked away in a hurry, as if fleeing again, he dared not stay longer.

In desperation, the young Junyi could only quickly follow.

After a while, when the two of them walked out for a few miles, the fortune-teller stopped and let out a long sigh of relief, but there was still an undecided expression on his face.

Before he knew it, his clothes were completely soaked in cold sweat.

"Master! What the **** is going on with you? What's the weirdness of that guy's fate?" Jun Yi asked inexplicably.

"Hey..." The fortune teller sighed faintly, and said slowly: "You take apart the silk characters and see what it is!"