Rebirth: The Return of the Great

Ye Yan was a restless person, and was disturbed by the noise, so he took Huzi and the little maid and ran out of the academy, trying to be clean.

They didn't make much fanfare, and no one thought that Ye Yan would run out of the academy at this time, so the three of them walked out of the academy so generously.

The three of them wandered the streets, walking at will.

Yangcheng has a history of tens of thousands of years. It is impossible to test how long it has been. There are too many historic sites here.

Of course, Ye Yan himself has lived for nearly 90,000 years, and he is an antique that can no longer be old, so the things that can attract his interest are really pitiful.

"Master, Hu Zi is going to play." Suddenly, Hu Zi pointed to the front and said.

Ye Yan glanced at it and saw that it was a group of seven or eight-year-old urchins playing. He thought that although Huzi was seventeen years old, his temperament was like seven years old, so he just smiled: "Go ahead."

Hu Zi was overjoyed and ran over happily.

This young man hadn't awakened yet, but it didn't matter, Ye Yan didn't pull out the seedlings to help him grow, anyway, as long as his strength grew stronger, Hu Zi would naturally become smarter day by day.

Are there saint-level fools in the world?

About no.

Ye Yan continued to hang out with the little maid, and Wang Qingxue also completely let go of herself, jumping up and down, sometimes buying a noodle man, sometimes buying a candied haws, like a child.

However, this girl is only seventeen years old.

How big is the teacher's capacity, seems to be only eighteen, right?

Ye Yan glanced at the little maid's chest. It was uneven, and there were peaks and undulations. However, compared with Shi Yourong, it was a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

There is really a big gap between people, obviously only a year apart.

"Young Master Yan, let's go to fortune-telling!" Xiao Nizi saw that someone was setting up a fortune-telling booth not far away, so she couldn't help but want to try it.

She took Ye Yan's hand and left, and came to the front of the booth.

Pretty blushed, her eyes full of joy.

Young master let yourself grab your hand! so happy.

"Huh?" Xiao Nizi glanced at the booth, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised, because people put up a flag, which said: "Those who are destined will open their eyes, please leave if you don't."

So casual!

Is there any reason not to do business?

She looked at the stall owner again, and saw that this was an old man in his sixties with white hair and beard, and he looked like a master.

Xiao Nizi couldn't help but awe and said, "Sir, are we destined?"

The old fortune teller just sat like that with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Wang Qingxue couldn't help but be disappointed. If she didn't open her eyes, it meant that she was not destined.

"Unfortunately!" She shook her head, originally wanting to ask about marriage.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw that the old fortune teller suddenly opened her eyes, she was overjoyed, and said, "Sir, I want to count marriage."

As soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Because when the old fortune-teller doesn't open his eyes, he looks like a master, but when he opens his eyes... not only are the eyes crossed, but also the bones are extremely slippery, and all this immortal style is ruined immediately.

Now the little girl has only one impression of the old man - a philistine.

"Forget it, let's go." Xiao Nizi wanted to leave.

"This little brother has a relationship with the old man." The fortune teller said, with a duck's voice, which made people feel goosebumps all over.

"Master, ignore him, you must be lying!" Xiao Nizi said angrily.

Ye Yan smiled and asked, "What is the fate?"

The fortune teller thought for a while and stretched out a finger: "One hundred taels of silver."

"Why don't you go grab it!" Wang Qingxue jumped up. You thought we were fools, so you said one hundred taels of silver.

Ye Yan threw out a silver note and said, "Well, one hundred taels. But if you can't figure it out, you need to compensate me."

The fortune-teller was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "This old man has traveled all over the world for so many years, and there have been no one hundred thousand or eighty thousand people who have seen the picture and fortune-teller.

"Okay." Ye Yan nodded and stretched out his hand.

Fortune-telling and physiognomy are not empty words, but a kind of knowledge, and those who are good at this kind of knowledge are "Qi Masters", and the "Qi" of Wang is Qi Luck.

Everyone has luck, but most of them are unremarkable, and the qi master can "see" a person's past and infer the future through qi.

Of course, there are very few qi masters, most of the fortune tellers are fake qi masters, and they are completely deceitful.

As early as the beginning of Ye Yan's first life, the strongest human race was no more than the seventh rank of martial arts. He was the toy and food of the ancient gods and demons, and his luck was extremely weak.

Until Ye Yan kept breaking the ceiling of martial arts, not only his luck was increasing, but so was the entire human race.

Then, there was the appearance of the qi master.

This was not pioneered by Ye Yan, but he had also done research for a period of time, and even this little time of research made him completely surpass the most powerful qi master at the time.

Because, as a great emperor, his own luck is the strongest, so he studies himself, who can compare?

But he will spread his cultivation base into the world in his entire life. In fact, his luck is also dissipating along with this process, but he firmly believes that my fate is in my hands. What about the low point of luck, and the battle power of the peak saint level is there, who is it? Competitive?

Unexpectedly, a sword was stabbed from behind, and the same peak saint-level combat power pierced his defense and caused him to be severely injured.

In this life, Ye Yan also believes that my fate is up to me, but this time he will firmly hold the strength in his hands and will not give the bad guys another chance.

The old fortune-teller glanced at Ye Yan's palm and said, "Your fate is very hard, but it's easy to break just now. It's strange, you shouldn't live to be twenty years old!"

"I'm only nineteen." Ye Yan smiled.

"Oh, then you shouldn't survive this year." The fortune teller nodded and said with certainty.

Wang Qingxue was very angry and said, "Young Master Yan, he must be trying to deceive us, saying that he will help you solve this disaster with a few hundred taels of silver! Old man, is this girl right?"

"No!" The fortune teller waved his hand, and when Wang Qingxue was stunned for a moment, he said again, "How can a few hundred taels be enough, at least one thousand taels!"

"Let's go, Master Yan, let's go!" Wang Qingxue went to pull Ye Yan again.

Ye Yan shook his head, then took out another bank note and put it down: "I'm still saying that, if it's not accurate, I'll be compensated."

"Young Master Yan!" Wang Qingxue got angry, pouted, and simply didn't look at it, walked to the side, and stroked the ground with her toes.

The fortune teller laughed: "The old man has already said it, and I haven't missed it in this life."

"That's fine." Ye Yan smiled, "How to solve it?"

The fortune teller kept pinching his fingers, and after a while, he said, "If you encounter Chu, avoid it!"

Yo, there's still a bit of a doorway.

Ye Yan showed a smile and said, "I joined the Chu family three years ago, but the Chu family has been wiped out by the government because of human trafficking."

Huh?

The fortune teller was stunned, this was really unexpected.

He frowned: "Come here, the old man will help you to see."

Ye Yan stretched out his palm according to the words, spread it out, and let the other party check.

The fortune teller looked at his palmistry and then his face. On the other hand, he kept pinching his fingers, and the sweat on his forehead kept pouring out, and soon even his clothes were wet.

wrong! wrong! wrong!