(third update)

Yang Fan’s first thought was, did this evil son run away privately?

"My husband, is there something wrong with Chen'er?"

Deng Shiyao's somewhat worrying thought.

Yang Fan pondered for a moment and shook his head.

With Yang Chen's intelligence, it is impossible to imagine that if you want to escape from your father's senses, you may not have the chance to succeed.

Then, he enveloped the entire Dayue Star with a sense of reincarnation, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"He is still on the Dayue Star."

Yang Fan cut off the iron and iron way.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a layer of bokeh-shaped light.

At the same time, on a bustling street in the eastern continent of Dayuexing.

Yang Chen stood in front of a "goodsay teller".

There was a small wooden table on the spot, with a gossip plate, and two flags and banners were inserted next to it.

The flag on the left is white, with a strange font written: Destiny is impermanent, and ten hexagrams are not accurate.

The flag on the right is pure black, with a sloppy font: It is natural to pay back debts.

"This Concubine Yang, are you still planning to continue to tell fortunes? This immortal only counts three hexagrams in a day, and the cost of the next hexagram is of great value."

The speaker is a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old. She is dressed in rags, has a delicate face, bright eyes, but has a somewhat old-fashioned expression.

"The deception I just calculated has used all the immortal stones on me. Can the girl be missing a little? I used two immortal treasures as collateral, how about it?"

Yang Chen seemed fascinated, attracted by the fortune teller, staring at her without moving.

Yang Fan appeared silently at the other end of the bustling street, frowned slightly: "What kind of power can block my spiritual senses?"

Judging from Yang Chen's expression, it was obvious that he had been fooled by this fortune teller.

The appearance of this fortune teller is not very outstanding. In addition, his clothes are worn and they look even more ordinary, so he should not have the charm of making Yang Chen fall in love at first sight.

But Yang Chen begged very pitifully: "Miss, please tell me another fortune. Just one fortune, the last fortune, please?"

"Call me Zhang Daxian."

The fortune teller looked careless and stroked her bangs, and her transparent eyes showed a cunning look.

"Yes, Zhang Daxian."

Yang Chen saluted repeatedly, looking respectful.

Swish!!

The fortune teller shook his slender hands, and on the pure black flag on the left, he owed debts and paid the money. This is natural.

"It's not impossible to do another fortune. However, you have to owe this great immortal the money to tell fortunes."

The fortune teller said with a smile.

"Okay!!"

Yang Chen nodded quickly and thought to himself: "After I finish the fortune-telling, I will leave Dayuexing soon. Where can you find me when the time comes."

However, when he thought of the previous hexagram, the woman had blackmailed the immortal stones all over his body, he felt a pain.

"Okay, then what are you going to be."

The ragged girl snorted softly.

"Can you calculate whether your final achievements will surpass your father?"

Yang Chen said seriously.

"OK."

The girl stretched out her fair jade hand and shook it gently. A purple bell on it rang out loud. Then the pointer of the Eight Trigrams on the wooden table and the black and white flags on both sides were automatically without wind.

The girl who called herself "Zhang Daxian" closed her bright eyes slightly, and after a moment, she opened her eyes and smiled slightly.

"How did it turn out?"

Yang Chen said nervously.

"Do you really want to know?" The girl blinked, "Fate is impermanent, and nine out of ten hexagrams are not accurate. You really want to live in a known fate."

"Tell me quickly." Yang Chen said anxiously.

"If this immortal said 'can't', you will definitely not be convinced. So... you can."

The girl looked mysterious.

When Yang Chen heard this, he was stunned and then took a deep breath: "It's very accurate."

He had strong self-confidence in his heart, and he firmly believed that he would surpass his father in the future.

If Zhang Daxian said that she could not do so, she would probably be dissatisfied and then thinks that she was not sure.

"Then I dare to ask the great immortal, can I?"

Yang Chen's heartbeat was faster and he was very nervous.

"After the second fortune-telling, you owe money to this great immortal."

The girl is mysterious.

"You..." Yang Chen was furious and pointed at the girl, trembling slightly.

This fortune teller was so shameless that he actually gave him a seemingly ambiguous answer.

"When we meet next time, I will ask you for the cost of this owed money."

After the girl finished speaking, she began to close the stall.

"Stop, you liar, pay me back the money!!"

Yang Chen reached out and grabbed the fortune teller's hand.

"Young Master, in public, men and women will not be able to share the same friendship."

The fortune teller smiled charmingly and looked shy.

"You!" Yang Chen blushed and let go of her hand.

After practicing for so many years, he is still a naughty man and has never held hands with a woman.

"Hehe, it's so cute..."

The fortune teller covered her face and smiled, and quickly put away the stall.

A black line appeared on Yang Chen's face.

Yang Fan, who was in another section of the street, couldn't stand it anymore, and was even embarrassed to admit that this was his son.

The son of the dignified Xianhong Daozu was fooled and teased by a woman in the street?

"Before leaving, the little girl will give you another free divination to fulfill the number of three bows today."

The fortune teller looked at him with a smile.

"What hexagram?" Yang Chen asked subconsciously.

"You're going to be in trouble!"

The girl threw the stall all the space ring, then jumped around with the joy of others, gradually hiding in the crowd.

Yang Chen stood there in a daze.

The magical fortune teller brought him a new experience.

"Haha, is the girl leaving so soon?"

A man walked out of the bokeh that appeared out of thin air, blocking the girl's path.

"Father!"

Yang Chen's face turned pale and he was a little panicked.

The person who blocked the fortune teller was Yang Fan who was waiting here for a while.

"Why, this noble man also wants to tell fortunes?"

The girl looked at Yang Fan and her expression was no longer as old as before.

"Yes, do a fortune."

Yang Fan smiled.

The girl waved her hand and two black and white flags stood on both sides, as if she was alert.

"Nine out of ten hexagrams are not accurate, and the three hangs are full today, so I won't forget it anymore."

The girl shook her head and continued: "It is difficult to tell fortunes. It is a balanced way to judge people. For noble people, small hexagrams can still be calculated, while large hexagrams are powerless. Small hexagrams do not require small hexagrams to calculate."
To be continued...