Chu Ci looked at the drunk Taoist, a little dumbfounded.

"So the Taoist came to this teahouse to give people a fortune?"

The drunk Taoist looked at Chu Ci, and said displeasedly, "What do you think?"

"Pan Dao has forgotten a lot of trigrams for you, and I don't see your half-money trigrams!"

Chu Ci touched his nose unnaturally, thinking that it was really like this.

Even the few meals promised to invite the drunk Taoist were taken from Li Baitian and several people on the weekend.

"Master Dao, Master Dao!"

A greeting came not far away.

After hearing the sound of Chu Ci, a blue-clothed swordsman hurriedly walked over.

Ignoring Chuci, the blue-clothed boy sat down beside the drunk man.

"The Daoist Master is a drunk half immortal, a drunk Daoist?"

The boy in blue looked at the drunk Taoist and asked aloud.

The drunk Taoist glanced at the young man in blue and said with a smile, "Half an immortal dare not be a drunk Taoist!"

The blue-clothed son was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said, "Also ask the Daoist Chief to give this son a trigram!"

The drunk Taoist looked at the blue-clothed boy, slightly straightened his body, stroked his beard lightly and looked like a decent and expert.

"Oh? I don't know what this son wants?"

Hearing the inquiry of the drunk Taoist, the blue-clothed boy coughed slightly, with a slightly unnatural look on his face.

"Uh... My son wants to ask about marriage."

The drunk Taoist couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Marriage?!"

Chu Ci sat aside, also startled.

When asked about marriage, women usually ask about it, right?

When a big man asks about marriage, he is always a little weird.

The blue-clothed son also had a reddened face and whispered, "This son heard that Dao Chang has the title of drunk and half immortal, so he came here admiringly."

"Also ask Daoist Chief to count this young man!"

After a pause, the blue-clothed son said, "Of course, Gua Jin is a Taoist leader."

The drunk Taoist paused lightly with his beard hand, then nodded and said in a deep voice, "Since the son is sincere to ask, the poor Tao will not excuse him."

"Today, Pan Dao counts as a trigram for the son!"

Hearing this, the young man in blue showed a touch of joy on his face, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Dao Chang!"

The drunk Taoist nodded slightly, looked at the blue-clothed young man and said, "But before the fortune-telling, the poor Tao must first ask the young man, is there a sweetheart?"

The blue man's face was reddened, and he nodded and said in a low voice, "Forget it, do it."

The drunk Taoist glanced at the blue-clothed man, but said nothing.

Chuci understood, dare to love this woman who had a crush on a woman, but couldn't ask for it. Fortune-telling came for comfort.

The drunk Taoist looked at the young man in blue and said, "Please also ask the young man to say the birth date."

The blue-clothed son hurriedly responded, "Hongjing has fifteen years, three quarters to the hour."

The drunk Taoist closed his eyes slightly and pinched with one hand.

After a while, the drunk Taoist opened his eyes, looked at the blue-clothed boy and said, "Please also write down the word."

The blue-clothed boy nodded and thought for a moment, then stretched out a finger to sketch on the tea table.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

With a reference pen, the blue-clothed man wrote a three-pointer font on the tea table, hesitating at his fingertips.

Long.

Seeing this scene, Chu Ci flashed a different color in his eyes.

Pointing to the sword light and engraving on the wood, this person is at least Tier 5!

After finishing the writing, the blue-clothed boy raised his eyes to look at the drunk Taoist, and said, "Dao Master, it's done."

The drunk Taoist glanced at the word Long on the tea table, then closed his eyes and squinted.

After a few breaths.

Under the eyes of the blue boy nervously expecting, the drunk Taoist slowly opened his eyes.

"Do you think it's good?"

The blue boy couldn't wait to ask.

The drunk Taoist nodded slightly and smiled, "Naturally it's fine."

The young man in blue immediately asked, "What's the result?"

"Hey···"

The drunk Taoist sighed and shook his head slightly.

When the blue-clothed boy saw this, his face darkened, and he asked worriedly, "Dare to ask the leader, but the result is not good?"

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "But it's not good."

The boy in blue looked worse when he heard this.

The drunk Taoist said immediately, "But it's not impossible!"

The blue-clothed boy's eyes lit up, and his face reappeared, "Say the chief, please!"

"The Guajin doubled!" The blue-clothed son added another sentence.

The drunk Taoist couldn't help shaking his hand with his beard. He moved his eyes to the words engraved on the tea table by the young man in blue and said, "Everything is on the long character written by the young man!"

The young man in blue asked anxiously, "What's the answer to the Taoist leader?"

The drunk Taoist pointed at Long and said, "Master, please take a look."

"This long character is a beautiful jade carved with a dragon pattern. It should have been worn by men, symbolizing beauty and dignity."

Looking at the blue-clothed boy, the drunk Taoist said with a smile, "If the poor Tao is not bad, the person in the boy's heart must be a heroic, strong-character woman, right?"

The blue-clothed boy recalled the character of his sweetheart and couldn't help nodding his head again and again, "The Taoist master is really a god!"

"Senior Sister Linglong is an arrogant and strong personality, and she never shows off to others!"

Looking at the drunk Taoist, the young man in blue asked with a worried expression, "Dao Master, do you think I still have hope?"

The drunk Taoist nodded slightly and said with a smile, "I don't know if the son has heard a word."

"The highest good is like water, and water is good for all things without fighting."

The young man in blue nodded quickly and said, "This young man has heard of it, but does this have anything to do with my marriage?"

"Of course!" The drunk Taoist said with absolute certainty, "Whether the son can win the sweetheart, it depends on this sentence!"

"The son only needs to be like this stream, tolerate her infinitely, do her best in everything, let her feel your tenderness all the time, and naturally be able to achieve what she wants!"

Hearing the words, the blue-clothed son was like a divine enlightenment, and his face was suddenly enlightened.

"Daoist, I understand!"

Snapped!

The blue-clothed boy took out a silver ticket and patted it on the tea table, and thanked the drunk Taoist, "Thank you, Mr. Tao for your confusion, goodbye!"

After speaking, the blue boy hurriedly left the teahouse.

The drunk Taoist reached out his hand for the bank note, looked at the number on it, and suddenly laughed, even his posterior molars were exposed.

"Perfect!"