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The deer grass is like green silk, and the Qin mulberry leaves low in green branches.

The sun is scorching like fire, the heat is steaming, the streets are bustling, and the streets are full of people.

Yang Qifeng sat cross-legged, with two powerful guards standing beside him,

The crowd was crowded with people around, one layer inside and one layer outside, surrounding Yang Qifeng layer by layer.

The onlookers were very consciously vacant of a wide open space five meters away in front of Yang Qifeng.

A young and rich man, holding a tag in his hand, began to wander in front of everyone, and spoke in his mouth, "I've got the number, I've got the number,"

"Don't rob, everyone has a share," the signs in the rich man kept sending them, and hands of different shapes kept stretching out and grabbed the signs.

The sign was soon issued, and the rich man came to Yang Qifeng and whispered in a low voice. "The immortal master has issued the number,"

"good,"

After hearing this, the rich man nodded with a solemn expression. He took a handful of tags from Yang Qifeng, and then began to shake in front of everyone.

"Please, Master?" The rich man did not shake out the number directly, but put the signature in front of Yang Qifeng and signaled Yang Qifeng to draw three signs.

Yang Qifeng's eyelids drooped, showing a detached look, looking like a paranormal.

A finger flicked gently, and a stick floated up and stood up.

The rich man grabbed the sign and shouted loudly, "The first one is 36,"

"It's me. It's me, I'm No. 36," an excited word kept coming from a middle-aged man.

He looked excited, as if he had won five million after buying a lottery ticket.

Excited, excited, kept shouting.

No, this is exactly five million.

One person was happy, everyone sighed.

The man holding the No. 36 sign came over with great strides. The others consciously made way out, and the order was good, and no one made trouble.

He came to Yang Qifeng, bowed directly, and shouted excitedly, "Immortal Master!"

Yang Qifeng has changed several names in Pingyao Town in just a short time.

Taoist priest, immortal priest, immortal master.

Every change in name means that Yang Qifeng's status has been further improved in Pingyao Town.

The man was extremely excited. He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Yang Qifeng. Who is the person in front of him?

Nowadays, anyone from Pingyao Town can tell you.

This is an immortal master with great ability. Wouldn't he even be as noble as Donghou, who wanted to worship the immortal master as his disciple. The immortal master was unwilling to do so. If it weren't for the fact that Donghou had been kneeling down for a long time and could not get up and sincerely, he would not have accepted Donghou.

"The Immortal Master wants to calculate what my son's future?" The man was dressed in ordinary clothes, his hands were rough, and he was dry and cracked in many places. He was only thirty years old, but he looked like he was forty and looked quite old. This was caused by years of fatigue.

He was holding a little boy of five or six years old in his arms. The little boy had a pretty face and looked at him with a glance.

The fortune is mediocre and there is nothing surprising. The future is also the fate of a son stepfather and continue to work hard.

"This child has an official spirit."

After a word fell, Yang Qifeng could clearly realize that the little boy's original ordinary luck was rolling violently.

In the dark, a sense of luck was shrouded in it.

This was a bit divided from his luck, and favored the little boy.

With luck in mind, the little boy's aura condensed, standing upright, far beyond ordinary people.

In the future, I dare not say that I am a first-rank official, but it is more than enough to be a ninth-rank official.

He could have followed his words and said, and Yang Qifeng mocked him in his heart.

Yang Qifeng has understood the changes of the little boy.

He knew that this was the result of his change of the little boy's fate. With Yang Qifeng's current status, the luck divided, even a little bit, is extremely valuable to ordinary mortals.

He said that the little boy had an official spirit, which was not a simple statement.

With his status in the mind of Donghou, it would be impossible to wait until the little boy becomes an adult and reward a small official.

From this we can see that the change in luck is also closely related to the person who is in charge of the superior.

Yang Qifeng thought about his luck that he had more than tenfold. Is this because the old official favored him, so he had a little luck.

Just like what you did to the little boy.

You should know that compared with that old official, he is even bigger than the little boy and himself.

Countless thoughts flashed in my mind, but in reality, it was a momentary thing.

"Official spirit, this kid will become an official in the future."

"Is it accurate?"

"Boy, you see, this is the first time you have seen an immortal master. The immortal master has come to Pingyao Town for so many days, and three hexagrams in a day will be accurate."

"Even the Donghou admired the Immortal Master and worshipped him under the Immortal Master."

Surprised, jealous, and all kinds of complex eyes focused on the little boy.

When the middle-aged man heard Yang Qifeng's words, he knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Qifeng repeatedly; "Thank you, Master,"

"Kneel down quickly and thank the Immortal Master," he looked at his son beside him and remained indifferent.

The man was angry and pulled the little boy up, and the two of them knelt down together.

"This brother accepts this token,"

"This is?"

The middle-aged man looked at the exquisite token in his hand and the beautiful patterns on it, and was a little stunned. He was instinctively resisting and wanted to push the token out.

The rich man also pushed the token into the arms of the middle-aged man. He greeted and said kindly; "The eldest nephew has an official spirit and will definitely be an official in the future, but there are also big and small officials,"

"If the eldest nephew and brother continue like this, it will be delayed for the eldest nephew and will be limited in the future."

"It's different with it. Brothers can use this token to go to Anjia School in the east of the city to enroll for free, and I have all the food and accommodation."

"How can you be so embarrassed?" The middle-aged man wanted to refuse, but glanced at his son, and grabbed the token with one hand.

"There is nothing? This is a good relationship between my Anfu and my eldest nephew."

"Good man," the rich man sent the middle-aged man away affectionately, while the middle-aged man kept shouting.

Yang Qifeng took all this into consideration, especially after An Fu spoke and gave him a token.

The little boy had some illusory aura, but he immediately stabilized.

Even if Yang Qifeng takes back his favorable luck now, the little boy will have some achievements and will not be restored to his original form at once.

This has changed a person's fortune. This phenomenon has allowed Yang Qifeng to further understand the way of luck.

"Who is No. 52?" An Fu took the white handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stretched his neck, and shouted loudly at the top of his throat.

"I'm No. 52." The one who walked out was a tall, big and thick man.

The strong man stood there and gave people a strong aura.

Yang Qifeng could clearly see the evil aura that appeared on the strong man's body.

This is not an ordinary person, but a general with many dead souls on his hands.

And this person is not from Pingyao Town, but from another place.

The strong man is very polite. No rude,

In the mythical world, strange people are everywhere, with arrogant attitudes, and I don’t know when I offended a strange person.

I don't know how to die at that time.

The curse methods emerge one after another.

After sending the strong man away, Yang Qifeng's eyes kept scanning the crowd.

But he was looking for his own goal, and suddenly, his eyes shrank.

It was a beautiful and dignified woman in a sedan chair, sitting quietly.

The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, the almond eyes are bright, the crimson lips are reflected in the sun, the 28th is beautiful, and the abdomen is slightly raised.

Finally, Yang Qifeng was relieved.

The fish hook was thrown away for so many days and caught all the sharks, and now she is looking forward to it.

The man beside him was directly ignored by Yang Qifeng. He glanced at him and quickly checked the stamp in the servant's hand.

No. 18.

Yang Qifeng looked at him without squintingly. When the rich man held the signature in front of him, he personally stretched out his palm, touched it gently, accurately grabbed a bamboo stick, and pulled it out.

"Who is No. 18?" An Fu shouted loudly again.
To be continued...