The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

When Zhao Lang heard this, he was slightly startled. Why shouldn't it be him?

Could this old man be waiting for someone?

"Old Daoist, who are you waiting for?"

When the old man heard the words, his body shook violently, and he said with a complicated expression,

"Old Daoist fortune-telling is of course waiting for people, and has always been waiting for people who are destined."

Zhao Lang naturally knew that this old man didn't tell the truth, but he couldn't force others. He said with a smile,

"Since I'm waiting for someone with a fate, now that I meet you, it's natural that I have a fate with you."

When Lao Dao heard this, he frowned and looked around, as if he was looking for someone.

But he didn't find anything, he finally gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Lang and said,

"What the son said is that if you want to see it, you are destined."

"But the old man's hexagram gold is not low this time."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"It's still the old rules, as long as the old way is accurate, the hexagrams and gold will be paid for you."

Lao Dao looked around again, but still found nothing.

Looking at Zhao Lang's face, the hexagrams were already starting to form in his hands, and he said,

"What is your son asking this time?"

Zhao Lang stopped the other party and said,

"I don't want to look at the pictures today, I want to test the characters."

The old man said indifferently,

"Please, sir, write."

Zhao Lang looked at Lao Dao, his heart moved slightly, he took a step back, and marked a "one" on the ground with his foot.

Then he said to Lao Dao,

"Just test this word and ask about the future."

When Lao Dao saw the words on the ground, he frowned slightly and began to draw hexagrams.

But only when he picked up the tortoise shell, the tortoise shell suddenly cracked!

Seeing this scene, Lao Dao's eyes flashed with horror, and he took two steps back abruptly.

"How could this be!?"

Zhao Lang looked at the other party's performance, but didn't speak. What happened last time made him feel that this old man was a little evil.

Lao Dao picked up his tortoise shell with some distress, and after a long time, he couldn't get it back.

Finally, helplessly, he said to Zhao Lang,

"Young master, the old-fashioned eater is gone, so I can't count today."

Zhao Lang said coldly,

"Old Daoist, we could have said it before, you're right, the hexagrams are yours to open."

"But now you don't count, so what?"

The old man sighed and said,

"Young master said that today is my fault."

"But I don't have anything long, I only have three copies of the silk book that I carry with me. Master, take one."

After he finished speaking, he took out three pieces of cloth full of words from his arms and placed them in front of Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't go to get it right away, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lao Dao suddenly said,

"If the son doesn't want it, I can put it away."

"Wait a minute,"

Zhao Lang said at this time,

"Of course I want it. I was just thinking about which one to get."

The old man said weakly,

"Have you made up your mind now, son?"

Zhao Lang nodded, stretched out his hand and took the middle portion,

"I want this."

Lao Dao closed his eyes in pain and said,

"Since the son has already taken something, please invite it."

Zhao Lang put away the silk book and said with a smile,

"That old man, we are destined to meet again."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards death.

Lao Dao looked at the back of Zhao Lang leaving, and smiled bitterly,

"It's better not to see."

After Zhao Lang disappeared from his sight, the old man turned his head to look at the ground, and Zhao Lang wrote a word.

lamented,

"Why did you write this word?"

After he finished speaking, he moved his foot, and a cloth shoe flew out, erasing the word.

Then he himself sat down on the ground powerlessly.

When the people around saw this old man who had lost his shoes and was sitting on the ground, they all avoided him.

"Old man, is this the shoe you dropped?"

After an unknown time, a pleasant voice rang in Lao Dao's ears.

When Lao Dao opened his eyes, he saw a very beautiful woman holding his shoes and bringing them to him.

A young man followed behind him.

Seeing this young man, Lao Dao sighed in a low voice,

"Why did you come here?"

Then he threw the shoe that the woman handed over, and just landed in front of the young man.

The young man saw this scene, picked up his shoes, frowned and said,

"You old man! Miss Bai is kind enough to help you pick up shoes, but you throw them away?"

"Aliang, don't worry,"

The woman stopped the young man, and then said to Lao Dao with a smile,

"Old man, are you separated from your family?"

A Liang said angrily,

"Miss Bai, I've seen a lot of such swindlers, so don't be deceived."

He now wants to highlight himself more in front of the other party.

He should have come here just now, and he took the initiative to ask to accompany the other party to go shopping in the market, only to delay for a while.

His old servant was right, the other party is now the peasant saint, if he can take the other party.

In the future, with the help of the power of the peasant family, my own anti-Qin plan will have a better chance of winning.

Hearing this, Lao Dao's lips trembled, he put on his shoes, and stood up.

He took out the remaining two cents of the silk book, gave one to the woman, and threw the other to Ah Liang.

"Thank you for your kindness of picking up shoes, Laodao only has two silk books in return."

"Old Daoist still has important things to do, so let's leave it now."

After speaking, he shook his head, turned and left very simply.

A Liang just thinks that this old man is inexplicable~www.NovelMTL.com~ This old man is so rude, seeing that I can't wait to cheat money. "

Saying that, she was about to throw away the silk book in her hand, or the woman said,

"How can you just lose the gift from the elder? Let's keep it."

A-liang just put the things away, planning to go back and throw them away.

The woman glanced briefly at the silk book in her hand, and didn't find anything special, except that there were two vigorous and powerful characters at the end of the silk book: Huang Shi.

The woman put away the silk book and said,

"Aliang, let's look around and check the situation."

At this time, Zhao Lang was in the place where slaves were traded, waiting to die.

By the way, I took out the silk book I just got and looked at it.

There were not many words on the silk book, so Zhao Lang quickly read it.

It's just that he took the middle portion, which had no beginning or end, so he was a little confused.

"Well, this is the way to be a person and do things?"

"There are still some strategies, art of war?"

"This thing is a bit complicated."

Although the contents here are good, compared with the memories in his mind, they are not enough.

"Yeah, just an old man."

Zhao Lang shook his head and put this matter to the back of his mind.

At this time, he also completed the transaction. He walked over to Zhao Lang excitedly and handed him a document.

"Patriarch, the slaves have already been bought."

Zhao Lang took the document and looked at it roughly.

Sure enough, they were all young, nodded and said,

"Let's go, take people back to the salt field."

The group immediately set off.

At this time to die said,

"Patriarch, it's already the third day, that slave must have run away long ago."

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