Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 2089: Ye Banxian

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Nothing to say all night. In the blink of an eye, the sky is still bright, and Ye Chen has left the garden.

A new day, a new beginning.

Zhuxian Town in the early morning is prosperous and full of vitality. The stall advocates to set up stalls, buy food, buy food, and shout, various roles are staged, and a prosperous scene.

It was that restaurant again, Ye Chen appeared, wearing a robe.

He did n’t come here to drink or make trouble, but came to do business, carrying a table and carrying a chair, and placed it on the left side of the restaurant door.

Looking at his table again, there is a white cloth spread out on the white cloth, with Jiugong 'Eight Trigrams Chart' painted on it, and there are some dense texts. There is also a stick inserted on the side of the table, which is also hanging on the stick White cloth, the domineering side leaks written three big characters: Ye Banxian.

That ’s right, the thing Ye Chen does is to count the hexagrams.

It was sealed as a mortal, but the memory is still there, and the evolution of Zhou Tian is still there. Not to mention the world, let alone fortune-telling to mortals, he is the most suitable to do such things. Human beings can't be idle, which is also a kind of alternative practice.

"Heaven and earth conscience, there is nothing I can't do."

Ye Chen sits there, a frivolous face, with a folding fan obliquely inserted behind his neck, wearing a Taoist Gao Zhan cap in his head, and holding a whisk in his hand. He has some of them, so as not to grow too handsome, flash the eyes of passers-by blind, he also glued a strand of white beard, a black mole to his mouth.

"Ye Banxian'er?" The passerby saw it, and could not help raising his eyebrows, sweeping up and down Ye Chen.

I do n’t know why, why not?

"Another pretending to be a ghost."

"It's not good to pretend, it's not a **** stick, you're young and don't do business." An old man walked past with a **** on his face, disdainful. It's worth mentioning that he looks really dark.

"Dr. Don, you are black in Yintang!" Ye Chen's beard is meaningful.

"Also use you to say?" The old man scolded, "Laozi is born black, let's go!"

"Older, less active liver, not good for health."

"Hey you little bunny." The old man violently Temper came up, carrying his hoe, threatening to clean up Ye Chen, if not passers-by stopped, most of the Ye Chen stalls have been lifted.

The episode ends, and passers-by gradually disperse, making sure that Ye Chen is a scam.

So, Ye Chen is cleared by coldly.

He is not in a hurry. He holds his cheeks in his hands. It seems that whether or not there is business is irrelevant.

This is a god, an absolute great god.

It ’s not a blow. The passers-by on this street can see through at a glance. Which one will be a disaster, and which one will hit Dayun, he can see clearly, even how much life is left, whether they are married, The daughter-in-law is not beautiful, and he did it several times last night.

Embarrassingly, no one came to count the hexagrams, let alone ignore him.

This is also due to the world. If in the cultivator world, God knows that there will be many people who come to their heads and talk about fortune telling. The successor of Zhou Tian ’s evolution is called the second, and no one dares to be the first.

Noon, no one came.

Ye Chen Xu was tired. He lay on the table and fell asleep.

Soon, someone patronizes.

This man is an old man. Look closely. Is n’t that the old man in purple robe who beat Ye Chen yesterday? I just heard that someone was telling a fortune teller at the door of the restaurant. Then I came to see it. I didn't know it. I was startled. His eyes were poisonous and he recognized Ye Chen.

He is glorious now.

Last night, according to the cracking method given by Ye Chen, the internal force was adjusted, and the criticism has been eliminated, and its internal force has been improved to a higher level. For him, this is definitely a creation.

"Little Friends?" Seeing Ye Chen sleeping, the old man called softly.

Ye Chen was awakened, raised his head, his sleepy eyes dim, wiped his mouth first, and saw the old man in the purple robe. Then he yawned, "Old man, is there something wrong with me?"

"If the little friend is short of money, he can tell the old man why he should be exposed to the sun and suffer from it." The old man smiled, "If the little friend is willing to live in our house, he will be treated as a guest."

"What do you know, this is called experience life." Ye Chen pouted.

The old man in Zipao laughed, but did n’t leave. He simply sat down, "Idle is also idle, bother the little friend, and give the old dead a hexagram. I haven't counted hexagrams for years." /

"Is it the test of the birth date, the fortune and fortune, or the marriage of feng shui." Ye Chen said casually.

"Otherwise, first test the birth date?"

"You are a guest, what do you want to test, it is not up to you to decide."

"Then you will have a birthday".

"When Shi Sheshan looked at Yunqiao, the golden wind and deciduous sycamore was early, and was born on July 24, the jade dew fairy galaxy was good." Ye Chen said leisurely, still resting his chin on both hands, saying very casually.

"What do you mean." The old man in purple robe stunned.

"Yunzi Year, July 24th, Zizi; your five elements are prosperous; the sun is dry; the fire must be helpful, but there is too much soil, and the life is not bad." Ye Chen languidly said .

Here, the old man's face has changed.

I do n’t blame him for this, just because he has n’t said his own birthday yet, Ye Chen knows it, and it ’s accurate, he ’s not ignorant, but, like Ye Chen, he ’s the first .

Thinking of this, he looked at Ye Chen tentatively, "Do you still do divination?"

"It ’s just fur." ​​

"This is not fur." ​​The old man excitedly said, "Birthday is accurate."

"If it's good, just give some money, and when you're done, just stay cool."

"No hurry, no hurry." The old man sits in a hurry, "Trouble the little friend, and then count it as a blessing."

"Sorry, the same person, only count once a day."

"Then ... the old will come again tomorrow." The old man in purple robe smiled, standing up a little bit reluctantly, bowed his hand, turned away, and left a heavy wallet before he left. However, he didn't go far. He sat at the window opposite the tea house. It seemed that he was afraid that Ye Chen would run away.

However, his courtesy of Ye Chen made the passers-by shocked.

In Zhuxian Town, who does n’t know the old man in Zipao is a martial arts master of genuine. He is very prestigious, but he is very puzzled about the fortune-telling salute or the big gift.

"What is the case, why is Yang Ge always saluting a fortune teller."

"This fortune teller, has a long history?"

"Something wrong, this is a drama, I tricked people into fortune telling."

"Do n’t make trouble, Yang Ge is a hidden senior, how can he do such ugly things, he does n’t

Lack of money. "

In the discussion, Ye Chen became the target of attention.

A lot of passers-by gathered, pointing.

Ye Chen is calm, with both hands on the chin, boring, two eyes swaying, looking around and looking over there, I always feel like a monkey, and these idle eggs hurt passers-by, They came to see the monkeys, and they could n’t see the money.

Quietly, the sky gradually dims.

The town of Zhuxian is still prosperous. The red buildings are hung high and the flowers are gorgeous. The city of Fang is the most lively at night. There are always ladies in the family. There is always a family son on the side. I always want to show off something, think about it carefully, it seems that you will not do anything except eating, and, all you think about is where to open the house at night.

Here, the restaurant business is still as good as it is.

Compared to the boom in restaurants, the business at the door Ye Chen is not generally deserted.

People who come to eat alcohol will look at him before entering the door.

However, it was only a glance, and he was not assured that he was a magic stick.

The world does not know, but the old Yangge, but knows well.

At the moment, he was still in the tea house opposite, sitting at the window, not stepping away. He just looked at Ye Chen like that, fearing this flickering god, Ye Chen would be gone.

If you really look for Ye Chen, you will know the extraordinaryness of Ye Chen.

This is a noble person and a strange person. This is what the old man in the purple robe believes.

Under his gaze, Ye Chen woke up again.

The goods looked at the sky, stretched their waists, and began to tidy up their heads.

At this time, it is time for no one to come back to count the hexagrams.

Seeing Ye Chen is going, the old Yangge opposite the tea house was busy and followed, laughing, "Can children appreciate the light, go to the palace to narrate, and let the old decay to the friendship of the landlord."

"I'll say it later." Ye Chen waved his hand and turned away.

Yang Ge is old and wants to invite each other, but Ye Chen has gone far.

This old man is very persistent and has not given up. He quietly followed Ye Chen all the way. At the very least, he had to know the residence of Ye Chen. It will be easier to find someone in the future.

It's the same sentence, can't you let Ye Chen run away.

In front, Ye Chen Youzaiyouzai, knowing that Yangge is following, he didn't pay attention, only on the street, dangling all the way, eating a few bowls of clear soup and noodles, and then returned to the small garden.

Yang Ge did n’t dare to go in, just looked away.

After watching it for a long time, he left.

In the garden, Ye Chen is lying on the seat, looking up at the starry sky.

On a day in the world, speaking fast and fast, slow is not slow, there is no killing in the cultivator world, and there is no blood to smell the disgust, the past is bland, and the mood is not smooth.

It was late at night before he got up.

Under the old tree, he closed his eyes slightly, trying to break through the demon's ban and be a mortal, but he was more homesick. After seventy years, his homesickness was very strong.

However, his cultivation is too shallow to shake the ban at all.

After a few attempts, he was honest, holding a burst of anger, waiting for Wang Ying to go through the customs, practice, practice, wait for others, and seal me into a mortal, really fresh.

"Who the **** is Fu Xi waiting for." Underworld, Yan Luo looked at the Underworld Emperor.

"Wait for one, he waits for this." Emperor Ming said leisurely.

"This answer is tantamount to saying nothing." Ten Hall Yan Luo slandered in the heart, but he did not dare to say it. After following the Emperor Ming for so long, this emperor's temperament, ten of them, they know best. Beat them, he slaps and can go to space.

In fact, they have already gone up and collectively flew out of Jade Mountain.

Just kidding, how existed is the Underworld Emperor, but he is Heavenly Emperor, Zhen Gu Shuo Jin, what do you think in your heart, he can hear it, and if he hears it, then he must let these ten people enjoy themselves.