Lanke Chess Edge

Du Ming's Mansion, another big city in Jizhou, has been to the land of ancestral Yue, and Ji Yuan will feel a little emotional every time he sees such stable and heroic cities as Dazhen.

In fact, from a personal point of view, Dazhen also has a lot of problems, but there is no perfect place in the world, and Dazhen has excelled in the background of her peers.

Walking on the streets of Du Ming's Mansion, Ji Yuan was like an ordinary tourist, walking around the city, and finally selected a suitable street corner. A round stool, and then sat there.

Unlike Lu Shanjun who was testing Lu Chengfeng on the way, Ji Yuan also had his own plans.

There are two places in the entire Jizhou martial arts that have the largest number of warriors. One is Dingyuan Mansion, the other is Du Ming Mansion. Although Desheng Mansion has Luoxia Villa, it is still inferior to these two places compared to the entire martial arts heritage. Du Mingfu is even worse.

The martial arts conference held this time is actually not a casual small meeting, but a grand gathering of Jizhou martial arts. Even the owner of Luoxia Villa and the owner of the three villas will attend, intending to help improve the status of Jizhou martial arts. It raised the status of the conference by more than one notch. Many warriors from the surrounding big states also came to participate in the conference.

Ji Yuan suddenly set up a table in this corner, of course, not to bask in the sun, one is to sell some craftsmanship to earn some money, and the other is to wait for someone.

It was impossible for there to be nothing on the table, but Ji Yuan took out the four treasures of the study, such as pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc., put the pen on the pen holder, and began to sharpen the ink by himself.

The weather seems gloomy today, but it's just because it's too early. Ji Yuan knows that the sun will pierce the clouds soon, and then it will be a good weather.

In the process of Jiyuan slowly grinding the ink, the sky light gradually began to show its power, the clouds on the top began to show signs of dissipating, and there were more pedestrians on the side.

This street corner is obviously also a place that some small vendors like. It didn't take long for some vegetable sellers to set up stalls or lay carpets, and some people frequently looked at Ji Yuan.

It's amazing that the first ray of sunlight on the day broke through the blockade of the cloud, and it was the first to shine on Jiyuan's table, making this place show a unique sense of brightness.

However, only some vendors in the surrounding area saw this scene, and after at most a dozen breaths, more and more sunlight came down, and the weather gradually cleared up.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

Finally, a commoner who sold dry goods asked curiously.

Ji Yuan looked at him, his dark skin was full of ravines, and he looked old, but he might actually be only thirty or forty years old.

"It's not different from what you do, but I'm just selling pen and ink."

"Oh."

The man nodded to show that he understood. Isn't it the one who sells characters. There are many poor scholars like this year after year, but it is rare in this season, but it is not rare.

Ji Yuan took a look at the flow of people on the left and right, thought about it, took the wolf pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words on two pieces of white paper.

Write family letters, sell characters and ask hexagrams.

The two Bai Xuan were placed at the corner of the table. Although they did not look conspicuous, the handwriting was always beautiful.

After writing, Ji Yuan placed the second stool under the table opposite the table, as a place for guests to sit for a while.

It's a pity that Jiyuan's appearance is good, but from the table top to the clothes, it definitely doesn't look like a fortune teller, and there is no sign. Simply putting two pieces of paper is obviously not enough, so there are many people coming and going. Not many people sat down in front of the booth.

However, Ji Yuan is not really for doing business, but mainly for one person. When three people passed by from afar, Ji Yuan opened the eyes of resting spirits.

Although the three had already passed by the table, the leader's gaze also glanced at the blank paper on the table, and Ji Yuan knew that they would come back.

Sure enough, the three stopped at the position seven or eight steps ahead, and then turned back.

They are all more gorgeously dressed. The leader, with a small crown of bun hair inlaid with white jade, is burly and slightly fat. He leads the two behind him to the table, looking at the words with a smile on his face. Fate.

"The words are good, but you still know how to do fortune-telling, sir?"

The man who speaks is about forty or fifty years old. Although he looks pampered, he has calluses on his knuckles and a darker skin on the tiger's mouth. With his martial arts skills, he naturally knows that this is the result of using weapons all year round. After all This kind of person can't be a **** swinger.

Hearing the other party's question, Ji Yuan looked at them and smiled.

"I know a little bit, do you want to buy characters or ask for hexagrams?"

This accountant deliberately cast a blindfold on the eyes, so the pair of blue eyes did not show even under such a pair of eyes, but the waveless eyes still did not change.

The leading man frowned and looked at the fate.

"Sir, where have you and I met before, why is Mr. so kind-hearted?"

'Lanning, of course we've met. ’

Ji Yuan, who thought so in his heart, squinted his eyes and made a thought, and then shook his head.

"I can't remember, maybe I have seen it. Are you going to buy a word or ask to hang it?"

Ji Yuan asked again.

"Okay, I won't ask you to hang up, you can write me two nice words, and you have to write in large characters, and I will tell you to write."

Ji Yuan nodded, pulled a piece of paper from the side, took a pen, dipped it in ink, and said something when he was ready.

"Please say."

"You just write, let the qi be the hero, the dragon among the people."

Ji Yuan wrote the book in one stroke. Eight majestic characters were written in one go. The inscription on the side was Mr. Yuan, not the commonly used Mr. Ji.

"Yes, yes, sir, the word is well written, how much is it?"

Ji Yuan thought about it.

"Nine taels of silver."

As soon as the person on the side heard it, he immediately attacked.

"Nine taels? You might as well go grab it! Do you really think it's your own masterpiece?"

Ji Yuan shook his head and explained.

"You can't say that, the famous works may not be worth my words, and if you buy my words, I will give you a few words, maybe you will be able to escape a catastrophe!"

The man who asked for words before also sneered. He was a little-known person. His handwriting was really good, but nine taels would be a big mouth. It would only be dozens of taels to ask the famous masters of Chunhui House to write. As for the so-called catastrophe, it was more Nonsense.

"let's go."

The man put away the scroll and left after saying this.

"Hey, everyone, this is fine rice paper, you can only buy one foot for a hundred cents."

Ji Yuan stood up and shouted, among the three people in front, only someone looked back at Ji Yuan with a fierce look. He took out two pieces of silver from the purse and threw it on the table, and then headed back with his companions. Left without returning.

"Okay, lose it..."

Ji Yuan sighed and sat back in his seat.

There were two voices of "tsk tsk" from the stall man who had spoken before.

"I said, sir, that ferocious man, how dare you ask for such a cruel price? Nine taels of silver is enough for our family for a year or two, and even these two pieces of silver on the table are estimated to have two hundred pennies, you are Write a few words, enough to make money."

Ji Yuan couldn't help laughing and laughing. This kind of sarcastic remark is obviously the kind of layman who only sees other people's money and does not see other people's costs.

"This brother, I am a three-layer incense sandalwood paper made of Jinzhou cork and dozens of processes. Only Jingcheng Xiangmoxuan sells it. He took away the price from a few years ago, and it was three feet long, and it was also framed, so I would be a loss even if I didn’t count the money.”

This was originally planned from Chu Palace in the capital, and together with the love of staying overnight, he left a decree in return.

The man next to him was startled.

"A piece of paper is so expensive? Oh, you've lost a lot of money, sir."

"No!"

Ji Yuan said angrily, and then began to organize the things on the table.

"Sir is leaving?"

The stall owner on the side was puzzled.

"Mr. just one business deal and left?"

"If I don't stay, what will I lose for a few more orders?"

The man next to him couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune. He snickered and sorted out the things on his booth. He was about to say something else, but he looked up and found that Ji Yuan had disappeared.

Not only are the people gone, but the Zhuo case and stool are gone.

The man stood up and looked back and forth on the street, but there was no one in sight, not only did he not see Ji Yuan's shadow, but the three people who had left before came back in a hurry. Sit down and pretend not to notice anything.

The three men returned to where they had just planned the table, and they looked left and right but saw no one.

"Lan Ye, the character seller is gone!"

"Strange, obviously it was still there just now."

The leading man frowned and glanced around, looking at the farmers who set up a stall selling dry goods.

"Hey, what about the people next to you, when did you leave and where did you go?"

"No~www.NovelMTL.com~ I didn't pay attention. I wanted to chat with this gentleman just now. If I lost my mind, the person disappeared. Yes, but it's a bit evil!"

The farmer told the truth.

The three people looked left and right, and the person in the middle even unfolded the previous scroll and looked at it again. The original text on the top had clearly changed.

Let qi be a chivalrous person, just think about it, the dragon among people is also worthy of your Excellency.

The words are still good words, but with eight more words, the implication is unacceptable, and it is no wonder that the three of them ran back angrily.

The peasants are illiterate, but they can see that there are obviously too many words. They should have made money, but looking at the angry look of others, it is estimated that the writing is not good.

The visitor looked around for a while but couldn't find the righteous master, and finally left with anger.

And after the peasants who set up the stall on the side of the stall, they actually felt that there was a mysterious color.

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