Chapter 129 Yellowstone

Zhao Lang was slightly taken aback when he heard this. What do you mean it shouldn't be him?

Is this old man waiting for someone?

"Old man, who are you waiting for?"

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

"The old-fashioned fortune-telling is of course waiting for someone, and has been waiting for someone who is destined."

Zhao Lang naturally knew that the old man was not telling the truth, but he couldn't force others, so he said with a smile,

"Since I am waiting for a destined person, I have met you now, so it is naturally destined to be with you."

When the old Taoist heard this, he frowned immediately, and looked around, as if he was looking for someone.

But nothing was found, finally gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Lang and said,

"Young master said, if you want to see, you are destined."

"But the money that the old man wants this time is not low."

Zhao Lang laughed and said,

"It's still the old rule, as long as the old man's calculations are accurate, the hexagram will be open to you."

The old man looked around again, but still found nothing.

Looking at Zhao Lang's face, he had already begun to make divination in his hand, and said resignedly,

"What did you ask this time, son?"

Zhao Lang stopped the other party, and said,

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

The old man said indifferently,

"Please write, sir."

Zhao Lang looked at the old man, his heart moved slightly, he took a step back, and drew a "one" on the ground with his foot.

Then he said to the old man,

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

When the old Taoist saw the word on the ground, he frowned slightly and began to think.

But just after picking up the tortoise shell, the tortoise shell suddenly split open!

Seeing this scene, a flash of horror flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and he took two steps back abruptly.

"How could this be!?"

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

The old Taoist picked up his tortoise shell with some distress, and tried for a long time, but couldn't get it back.

Finally, he said helplessly to Zhao Lang,

"Young master, the old man who eats is gone, so today is not counted."

Zhao Lang said coldly,

"Old Daoist, we have agreed before, you can figure it out, and the hexagram will be open to you."

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

The old man sighed and said,

"Young master said, today is my fault."

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

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

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

The old man said immediately,

"If the son doesn't want it, I'll 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,

"The young man has thought about it now?"

Zhao Lang nodded, reached out and took the middle one,

"I want this."

The old man closed his eyes in pain, and said,

"Since the son has already taken the things, please go ahead."

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

"The old man, let's meet by fate."

After finishing speaking, he walked over to the side of death.

The old Taoist looked at the back of Zhao Lang leaving, and smiled wryly,

"It's better not to see."

When Zhao Lang disappeared from his sight, the old man turned his head and looked at the ground, Zhao Lang wrote a word.

lamented,

"Why did you write this word?"

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

Then he himself sat down on the ground weakly.

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

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

After an unknown amount of time, a melodious voice rang in the old Taoist ears.

When the old Taoist opened his eyes, he saw an extremely beautiful woman holding his shoes and bringing them to him.

A young man followed behind.

Seeing this young man, the old Taoist sighed in a low voice,

"Why did you come here?"

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

Seeing this scene, the young man picked up the shoes, frowned and said,

"You old man! Miss Bai kindly picked up the shoes for you, but you threw them away?"

"Ah Liang, it doesn't matter,"

The woman stopped the young man's words, then smiled and said to the old Taoist,

"Old man, did you get separated from your family?"

A Liang said angrily,

"Miss Bai, I've seen a lot of old Taoists who deceive and deceive you. Don't be fooled."

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

He should have come here a long time ago, and he took the initiative to ask to accompany the other party to visit the market, so he was delayed for a while.

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

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

Hearing this, the old man's lips trembled, he put on his shoes, and stood up.

He took out the remaining two silk books, gave one to the woman, and threw the other to A Liang,

"Thank you two for picking up the shoes. The old man only has two silk papers to repay."

"The old man still has important things to do, let's leave it at that."

Shaking his head after speaking, he turned and left very simply.

A Liang just felt that this old man was inexplicable,

"This old man, seeing that I can't wait to cheat money, is so rude."

As he said that, he was about to throw away the silk book in his hand, or the woman said,

"The gift from the elders, how can you just throw it away like this? Let's keep it."

Ah Liang just put away the things, planning to go back and throw them away again.

The woman briefly glanced at the silk scroll in her hand, but she didn't find anything special, except that there were two vigorous and powerful small characters at the end of the silk scroll: Huangshi.

The woman put away the silk scroll and said,

"Ah Liang, let's look around and find out what's going on."

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

By the way, take out the silk book you just got to read.

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

It's just that what he took was the middle one, with no beginning and no end, so he was a little confused.

"Well, what is written about the way of doing things?"

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

"This thing is a bit complicated."

Although the things inside are good, compared with the memories in his mind, they are not enough.

"That's right, just an old man."

Zhao Lang shook his head and put the matter behind him.

At this time, Qusi also completed the transaction, walked towards Zhao Lang excitedly, and handed him a document.

"Master, the slave has been bought."

Zhao Lang took the document and checked it roughly.

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

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

The group set off immediately.

At this time to die said,

"Patriarch, it's the third day, that slave probably ran away long ago."