Chapter 947 (1/2)

It was a cold winter night. The sky was black and purple, and the earth was silver and white. Yuan Qi came out of a tavern and walked into a quiet street with some intoxication.

It was his thirtieth birthday.

Yuan Qi, 30, is still a third rate figure in the Jianghu.

In terms of appearance, he is ordinary and not handsome.

As for wisdom, he knows the truth, but he is not intelligent.

As for martial arts, he is better than the average person. Unfortunately, his master, like him, is a third class person. He can only teach him some basic Kung Fu.

In a word, he is a man of mediocre appearance, wisdom and martial arts.

In the Jianghu, people like him will never make an appearance.

If someone said to him at that time, ”you can be the leader of the Wulin in the future”, he would think this was a joke or even a mockery.

However, someone really said that, he was a blind fortune teller with a stooped body and a sore face.

On this cold winter night, the blind man was still sitting at a shabby square table on the side of the road, holding a long banner, waiting for the guests to come.

Yuan Qi, who was passing by, saw the blind man and went to sit at the table.

”It's dark, sir.” Yuan Qidao.

”So what?” the blind man's voice was very strange. It was very hoarse, as if someone was pinching his neck.

”There are no more people on the street.” Yuan Qidao.

”I know.” The blind man replied, ”I can hear that.”

Yuan Qi smiled and shook his head: ”Sir, I have some loose silver here, you take it back”

”I'm not a beggar.” The blind man knew yuan Qi's meaning, and he interrupted him directly.

Yuan Qi left his mouth and felt that the blind man was a bit ungrateful, but on second thought, he also felt that the blind man had some character.

”Then please give me a divination.” Yuan Qi thought about the way.

”Yes, what do you want to ask?” asked the blind man.

”Ah” Yuan Qi smiled.

He didn't want to be anything, but the blind man was still blowing on the street. So I want to give him some money to go back.

But at present, he doesn't want to calculate, so yuan Qi casually replies, ”then I'll ask about my future.”

For fortune tellers. Yuan Qi also knows that this is the skill of speaking. He pays attention to the observation of words, the observation of colors and the specious.

It's not easy to make a living like this. In the face of different people, we should have different ways to deal with them. If you want to eat this bowl of rice, you have to prepare at least a few dozen sets of established sayings; not only do you have to recite them thoroughly. You have to be flexible. If you say it well, it's not hard to earn some money for a living; if you say it wrong, it's light to get no reward, and it's common to be beaten and scolded.

Yuan Qi has been wandering in the Jianghu for many years and has dealt with all kinds of sects. He knows a little about them. At this moment, he doesn't want to embarrass the blind man, so he asks an ”entry-level” question. I wish I could hear him boasting a few words.

But

”OK.” Said the blind man, stretching out his hands. ”This guest, let me touch your face.”