"You're so brave! You're here." Ye Chen touched his chin. No matter how Yang Xuan disguised himself, he could not escape his magical eyes.

But after thinking about it carefully, Yang Xuan has really learned a lot when he comes here this time.

As the old saying goes, the most dangerous place and the safest place.

Who would have thought that Yang Xuan, who was wanted, would not flee to the border, was still in the territory ruled by the King of Yan, and also came to the ancient town closest to the old tomb. This trip seemed dangerous, but in fact the safest.

"It seems that the third-ranked master in the martial arts world is not brainless," Ye Chen said in his heart.

"Master?" Seeing Ye Chen remained silent, Yang Xuan called out.

Ye Chen coughed, stopped his thoughts, and smiled, "Donor, is it better to judge the character or to determine the good or bad luck."

"Test the good and bad luck."

"The donor has been a bit unlucky in recent days!" Ye Chen smiled, speaking in a good manner, and then started a fooling mode. "I calculated with my fingers and calculated that you should have been accused of what you shouldn't have been. Fortunately, the donor's fate is strong enough, without any danger, and he has no worries about his life."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and was quite surprised. It was as the street people said that this fortune teller was indeed not simple, and there was no difference in what he was calculating.

"Then... there is a way to crack it." Yang Xuan asked tentatively.

"There is a teahouse opposite. The boss intends to make a move. The donor can take the lead and wait quietly. In the future, there will be a noble person to rescue the siege." Ye Chen said leisurely.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, turned around slightly, glanced at the teahouse behind him, and there were many collapses. Well, to be more precise, it was smashed by someone. As for whom it was smashed, it was naturally Lao Yang. He was beaten almost every day, and he smashed the place every time, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse simply closed the door.

"Master Yang, I'll give you this item to you and I'll keep you safe." Ye Chen smiled and handed out a peace talisman.

Yang Xuanhuo looked back, frowned, staring at Ye Chen, "Do you know who I am?"

"The martial arts world ranks third, so there is no reason to be ignorant."

"Who are you?" Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with brilliance. He thought he was superb in disguise. No one recognized him along the way. He was recognized by a fortune teller. How could he not be surprised?

"I am just a fortune teller, just to make a living." Ye Chen smiled.

"This world is really a hidden dragon." Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his words were full of profound meaning. With his skills and vision, he could not see through Ye Chen's origin. Moreover, for a few moments, he could smell a hidden aura from Ye Chen. He had never felt such a sense of depression. Even Dugu Sword Saint and the Sword Crazy in Troubled Times had never given him such a terrible feeling.

At some point, Yang Xuan stood up and bowed, "Thank you Senior to solve the problem."

"Aren't you afraid of being old? Are you taking you to get a bounty?" Ye Chen smiled at Yang Xuan.

"How could a hidden master who has seen through the world bends for a mere bounty?" Yang Xuan smiled, turned around and left, ran to the opposite teahouse, gave the boss ten taels of silver and put them in the teahouse.

Behind him, Ye Chen coughed dryly, always feeling very sorry for Yang Xuan. He was cheated in a daze. He could see that Yang Xuan was injured and would definitely be difficult to escape along the way.

This time, Yang Xuan was asked to go to the teahouse to protect him. With him, no one could move Yang Xuan unless the monk came.

There is no way, he has to clean up the mess for the evil he has suffered.

Opposite, Yang Xuanpan got off the teahouse, closed the door, hung up the sign of closing, and returned to the house to heal his wounds.

During these days, he had more than just a difficult time, and he had a life of death. Instead, he fled to the frontier and then went to the territory of other princes.

However, he had no pass certificate and could not get out of the pass. The smart King of Yan had mostly set up a net of heaven and earth on the border, waiting for him to jump in? After thinking about it, he decided to come to Zhuxian Town to take refuge. The most dangerous place is often the safest place.

As it turns out, he came to the right place. There is still a hidden master hidden in the small Zhuxian Town.

I don’t know if he would overturn the table on the spot when he knew that it was Ye Chen’s trap.

"It's a sin!" Ye Chen rubbed his eyebrows.

"Master, are you busy?" When Ye Chen sighed, someone came. It was the Taoist priest who had been beaten away by Mr. Yang. He ran back again, carrying two jars of wine, smiling and looking flattering.

"Is there something wrong?" Ye Chen glanced at the Taoist priest.

"I am idle, I am idle, I'll give me a divination!" The Taoist priest was very conscious, put down the wine, and sat down consciously.

When Ye Chen heard this, he was immediately amused. You are a fortune teller at least. You are a good person to tell me. You are very good at playing tricks! You are an enemy in your peers, so why are you here to take care of your business?

When I looked at the people passing by, I saw this scene, and all of them looked at each other. The Taoist priest was also a fortune teller. It was right at the east end of Zhendong. Most people knew each other, but today they ran to tell fortunes, which was really fresh.

The Taoist priest had not heard of the eyes of passers-by, and had already rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands on the table, "See us first, I'm not married yet? Everyone comes, so don't give me a careless eye. I'm also a fortune teller and can't fool me."

Ye Chen smiled again, but did not refuse.

Everyone said that it is idle and idle. If someone comes to find fun, then just have fun!

But seeing him slowly raise his hand, put three or two fingers on the Taoist wrist, his other hand was not idle either, he gently stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked like he was urinating like Taixu.

"I said, are you divinating or taking your pulse?" The Taoist priest said with a dark face.

"You don't understand this! Since the pulse is human appearance, but there is great knowledge?" Ye Chen said deeply. It is his expertise in cheating people. It is also a matter of scammering people. He is proficient in everything.

Not to mention, the Taoist priest really believed it, touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

Otherwise, why do you think that they can calculate accurately? The method of divination is unique.

After a long time, Ye Chen didn't say anything, so he just squinted his eyes.

The Taoist tilted his head and leaned forward a little, shaking his other hand in front of Ye Chen's eyes, "You won't fall asleep, are you?"

"Is it so unreliable?" Ye Chen said with his eyes slanted.

"Then you say something!"

"Your body has a bit weak and your liver fire is too strong, so you need to use pharmacology to regulate it."

"You'd better take my pulse?" The Taoist priest's face turned black. Just before, he really believed it. It was not until now that he realized that he had been fooled and left with two jars of wine.

"Young man is too impatient and it is difficult to accomplish great things." Behind him, Ye Chen shook his head sighing.

As it was getting late, he had already started to pack his clothes.

Zhuxian Town is still so lively at night. Walking on the bustling streets, it is hard to hide the hustle and bustle of the world.

Ye Chen returned to the small garden all the way, and fell asleep.

It was very uneasy at night.

Listen carefully, the sound of golden swords and iron horses trembled.

Yang Xuan in the teahouse suddenly opened his eyes, walked out of the door, and stepped onto the eaves, looking towards the east of the town. A long distance away, he could see the dark figures, which were the army, with at least tens of thousands of people.

He thought he was here to capture him, but the tens of thousands of troops were heading to the deep mountains.

"There is a war on the frontier?" Yang Xuan murmured.

Like him, there were two figures standing on the eaves of the restaurant opposite. It was Yang Ge Lao and Xia Lan. He also heard the movement and looked towards the east of the town.

Xia Lan frowned, wondering why there were troops here.

But Mr. Yang knew it very well that it must be the King of Yan's army, and he must come here for the old tomb.

As he expected, the army was sent by the King of Yan, and it was indeed heading for the old tomb, surrounding the forest so that it was not to forcefully break the ancient tomb, but to stay there.

The intention of King Yan this time was very obvious, because he was afraid that other princes would steal it and take away the treasures inside. He then prepared for the future and guarded the ancient tomb in advance, just waiting to catch Yang Xuan and let the old Taoist in Yinshan go to the tomb to explore.

"Is that ancient tomb really that evil?" Xia Lan looked at Master Yang.

"That's not an ordinary evil. If the heroine wants to hear it, let's find a place to have a good chat with you." Old Master Yang rubbed his hands and smiled.

Xia Lan said nothing and glanced at the teahouse opposite, as if she saw Yang Xuan standing on the eaves. She was extremely sure that the man was very strong.

Mr. Yang also saw it and was quite surprised. He didn't even know that there were masters hidden in the teahouse.

Yang Xuan glanced at the square and turned around and went down the eaves.

Quietly, a night passed by.

Today's sky is gloomy, with a hint of coolness in the wind, the leaves begin to fall, and autumn is here.

As usual, Ye Chen set up a stall to tell fortunes.

Now there are quite a lot of people who come to him to make excuses. From the elderly to the children, there are both men and women, whether they are calculating words, counting marriages, or unlucky or contributing to good fortune. It is very lively. Among them, there are also martial arts masters who do not believe in evil, but after calculating, they all believe in it.

Ye Chen’s fortune-telling is different from others. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t have money. He doesn’t care about giving a piece of gold, and gives a copper coin. It’s very casual. He is not short of money. If he has too much money, it’s useless.

However, because of his existence, the restaurant business has improved a lot. Those who come to tell fortunes will go to have a glass of wine. For this reason, the restaurant shopkeepers have also given people a lot of money. The legendary win-win cooperation refers to them.

When there were few people, Mr. Yang came over and brought Xia Lan with him.

"I invite the Lord of the Moon Palace, what are you doing?" Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Invite... the Lord of the Moon Palace?" Yang Ge Lao was stunned when he heard this, his expression changed to be particularly wonderful. It seemed that he had heard of the Moon Palace, and he seemed to know the terribleness of this hidden sect. He had been with him for so long, but he didn't even know it.

Xia Lan, who was sitting quietly, also frowned, and looked at Ye Chen with a pretty brow frowning, "Senior, know who I am?"

"I am a fortune teller and I know everything." Ye Chen pinched his beard.

Xia Lan frowned even deeper, knowing that she was the Lord of the Moon Palace. There were only two people in the martial arts world, namely Dugu Sword Saint and the Sword Maniac in Troubled Times. Unexpectedly, Ye Chen would tell her in one sentence.

Could it be that he is a sword saint or a sword crazier?

Xia Lan murmured to herself, and was extremely curious about Ye Chen's identity.

"You two are quite like a couple." Ye Chen spoke again, and Master Yang felt happy when he heard it.

"Senior, don't joke with me." Xia Lan's tone became a little cold.

"A destined marriage cannot be avoided." Ye Chen smiled.

Xia Lan said nothing, but stood up gently and returned to the restaurant.

"Female hero." Old Master Yang hurriedly chased in.

In just three or five seconds, Mr. Yang flew backwards and headed straight to the teahouse opposite and smashed it over.

It’s a coincidence that Yang Xuan opened the teahouse door and didn’t know where to follow it. He hit a flat-out teahouse, and it was smashed into a mess again.

This time, it was not Yang Ge Lao crawled out by himself, but Yang Xuan gave it to him. The strength of that kick was enough. You guys, you smashed my place as soon as you opened the door, and you were against you.
Chapter completed!