Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 439 Fortune Teller

Wow.
Amidst a series of shattering sounds, a broken wooden sculpture appeared on Yang Qian's desk.

Over the past month, Yang Qian's mastery of the details of the knife has increased so rapidly that even Yang Qian himself finds it incredible. Not only has he carved animals and objects to a lifelike level, he has even begun to do more detailed attic carvings.

The pace of progress gradually increased from the beginning.

Others' progress becomes slower and slower as time goes by, but Yang Qian's progress seems to become faster and faster as he becomes more proficient in it.

Perhaps this is talent? Although Yang Qian's talent in cultivation techniques and swordsmanship was mediocre or even poor, he showed extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.

However, even though Yang Qian had an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, it still took some time to carve out something as delicate and detailed as the attic.

Looking at the pile of wood scraps on the table and on the ground, it was obvious how many times Yang Qian had failed.

The continuous failures made Yang Qian a little depressed. He stood up and cleaned up the dregs in the backyard, then changed into his casual clothes and went out, ready to walk around the city to change his mind. He felt that he had reached a bottleneck in improving the details of the sword, so he couldn't be impatient and had to keep working on it.

Yang Qian didn't bring his guards either. First, who would protect whom if something really happened? Second, the prefecture was very peaceful now, so there was no need.

First I went to the oil tea stall on the back street and ordered a bowl of oil tea with cake, then wandered aimlessly along the back street.

The capital city is now showing signs of regaining vitality, with new faces walking the streets every day, selling goods, setting up stalls, and opening shops, hoping to find ways to make money in this city that is once again blossoming with life.

Cui Mingsheng even mentioned to Yang Qian that the prices of shops in the provincial capital change every three days, which is three times what it was a year ago, but the prices are still rising rapidly and there is no sign of peaking.

A stable place is suitable for doing business and will attract people.

The prefecture is a microcosm of this. The entire Shuangqing Prefecture is actually like this now. It is no exaggeration to say that everything is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt.

Some people along the way also recognized Yang Qian. Some knelt down and kowtowed, while others bowed and saluted. These were the brave ones. Most of them stood on the street with their heads down respectfully, not daring to approach.

Now Yang Qian's reputation in Shuangqing Prefecture is at its peak, and everyone from officials to the street is convinced and respectful. Even offering Yang Qian the immortality tablet has become a mainstream trend in Shuangqing Prefecture, not only ordinary people do this, but also many officials do this.

Suddenly, Yang Qian felt a strange gaze falling on him that he couldn't ignore.

Turning my head, I saw a middle-aged man in a long gown and a long beard sitting on the street corner. Behind him was a backpack with a small sign on it.

On the left side of the sign it says: Check your fate and predict good or bad luck.

What is written on the right is: Nothing is left out in calculations and the predictions will come true.

There were many fortune-tellers in the Hongwu Dynasty. And there was a big market for them. Many people believed in them. After all, many of them were under the banner of "XX Immortal Sect", claiming to be the descendants of the immortal sect.

Yang Qian had seen a lot of them both in Sandao City and Jizhou Prefecture City.

Of course, these people are all scammers. Many of them are raised by local dark alley gangs and do this as a livelihood. As far as Yang Qian knows, although there are indeed methods of calculating people's fate in the immortal sect, they are extremely profound things. It is said that you can only practice after breaking the destiny. How can ordinary scammers walking around the streets know this?
However, Yang Qian felt a little strange about the fortune teller in front of him. Others did not dare to look him in the face, but this guy not only looked at him but also nodded at him with a smile. His eyes were really a bit unfathomable.

However, when Yang Qian's divine sense swept over, he was shocked to find that the fortune teller did not exist at all in his divine sense? !

He exists in the field of vision and can sense the breath and soul fluctuations. He looks no different from an ordinary person, but the divine consciousness is completely unable to detect the other party's existence!
how did you do that?
Yang Qian immediately became alert.

The demons and bandits in the city had been cleared out long ago, and even independent cultivators had to register with the military and government offices before they could move around in the city. The man in front of him must be a cultivator, and his cultivation was extremely strange. Yang Qian was sure that this person was definitely not on the register! Otherwise, he would not have no impression of him.

Thinking of this, Yang Qian walked to the corner of the street and soon sat on the small stool where the man was setting up his stall.

"Master Yang, would you like me to help you calculate it?"

As soon as Yang Qian sat down, the middle-aged man smiled and called out Yang Qian's identity, while tossing three strange copper coins in his hand.

The copper coins of the Hongwu Dynasty were all round with a square hole inside. The copper coins in this man's hand were three different shapes: round, square, and triangular. They looked like they were made of gold, and there were many extremely fine and mysterious patterns on them.

Yang Qian recognized at a glance that these three copper coins were not ordinary things, but magic weapons! And they should be magic weapons of very high grade! Even these copper coins reminded him of the black and red paper umbrella that escaped when he killed the spider in Huimu Pass. The two seemed to be of the same grade!
"Who are you?" Yang Qian didn't have time to waste words with the other party, he just went straight to the point.

"Haha, Lord Yang is impatient. So why don't you guess who I am? If you guess right, I will help you calculate your fortune for nothing."

Yang Qian didn't like the other party's teasing tone. If it were another place, he would have drawn his sword. But this was in the city, and the copper coin magic weapon that the other party showed was extraordinary, not to mention that the inexplicable method that was not detected by the divine mind also made him very cautious.

"Although there is no demonic aura about you, your speech does not sound like that of a fairy. Are you from Bamboo Sea Feiyun Valley?"

"Haha, Lord Yang reacted quickly enough. Or was it because you killed my disciple that you were so nervous that you reacted so quickly?"

Disciple? !
Yang Qian boasted that he had killed only one person from Feiyun Valley, the old man he beheaded in the Yuzhu Forest!

That old man has reached the Out-of-Body Realm! And he is the disciple of the man in front of me? !

If that's the case, then the person in front of me is...
"Master of Feiyun Valley, Yang Ding?" Yang Qian already had one hand on the storage bag at his waist, ready to draw his knife at any time.

"Yes, it seems that Lord Yang has heard of my name. But Lord Yang, don't get excited. I am not here to fight with you. Instead, I want to have a good talk with Lord Yang. Is Lord Yang free?"

"What to talk about?"

"Let's talk about Lord Yang's fate."

"My destiny? Then I'm all ears. Master Yanggu, please tell me."

"Haha, okay, but we have to change places."

Yang Ding smiled and said, then suddenly waved his sleeves. Yang Qian felt dizzy and before he could get up, he found that he was no longer in the provincial capital, but in a bamboo forest! ?
(End of this chapter)