After hearing this, Chen Fan’s body shook slightly, and his eyes revealed a look of astonishment.
After a long pause, he gave a thumbs up.
He honestly didn’t know how to describe the situation with words.
He then raised his head and looked at the troublemaker. He didn’t find this person annoying; in fact, he even felt a little sympathy.
“Brother, it’s not your fault that your wife strayed, but don’t let it get to you.”
“Bullshit!” The troublemaker pointed at the fortune teller, very displeased.
“How would I not know if my wife had an affair? This bastard randomly slanders my wife, claiming she’s been sneaking around behind my back, doing disgraceful things, and not just once!
“My wife is a proper woman; she can entertain guests in the parlor, cook in the kitchen, and even the kids look just like me...”
Chen Fan raised his hand to interrupt the troublemaker.
“If you believe so strongly in your wife, why come seeking this nonsense fortune-telling?”
His words left the troublemaker speechless.
Chen Fan seized the opportunity and continued, “By the way, do you have any brothers, or even cousins? Don’t misunderstand me, I’m just asking, definitely not implying that your child is...”
Before he could finish, the troublemaker froze.
His expression slowly grew serious, and it seemed as though he was suddenly thinking of something. He suddenly said, “I’ve got urgent business at home, we’ll talk later.”
With that, he turned and ran away without a trace.
Later, Chen Fan heard that the man divorced his wife.
No one knew the exact reason, but the one thing they knew was that after his wife was divorced, she immediately ran off with his brother.
But that was a story for another time.
Chen Fan stood before the fortune teller, lightly tapping his cane on the ground, and praised him, “As expected of a fortune teller, you could even deduce that his wife had strayed and what kind of shady activities she had been up to.”
The fortune teller humbly waved his hand.
“Actually, it wasn’t like that. I just happened to cross paths with his wife one night while walking home, and she was standing on the street corner trying to attract customers.”
Chen Fan: ...
This guy really was like an old sow wearing a bra—always full of tricks.
It’s hard to tell if his fortune-telling skills are real or not.
“By the way, here, take this.”
While speaking, Chen Fan took out twenty taels of silver and handed them to the fortune teller.
The fortune teller was confused.
“What’s this for?”
“You recommended I join the troupe. This is what I earned today, a token of my appreciation.”
Hearing this, the fortune teller laughed heartily, shaking his head in refusal.
“Forget it. Honestly, I only recommended you to the troupe because I found you annoying. Who would’ve thought you’d actually make some money?”
“Anyway, you don’t need to pay me for this. I never intended to take your money. If you really want to thank me, why not sit down for a drink in a tavern?”
Chen Fan smiled, putting the silver away.
“That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Taverns in Liu Guang City were different from those in Feng Lai Town.
Here, no one mocked Chen Fan for being a cripple, nor did anyone call out for him to play a tune.
At a small square table, the two figures sat.
Soon, food and drinks were brought to the table.
A large roast chicken, a plate of fennel beans, and a jar of fine wine.
Chen Fan immediately tore off one of the roast chicken’s hind legs and carefully wrapped it in oil paper, setting it aside.
The fortune teller saw this and, glancing at the sleeping Yao Yao beside him, understood. He then opened his mouth to speak.
“Your daughter?”
Chen Fan shook his head.
“No, I found her on the road. Can’t you tell that?”
The fortune teller chuckled, genuinely amused.
“You really think I’m a fortune teller? I can’t predict everything, just some tricks to fool people in the Jianghu.”
As he spoke, he lowered his voice, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention before relaxing a little.
Chen Fan knew this was the case and didn’t mind.
After a few rounds of drinks, his complexion grew a little more flushed.
The fortune teller began chattering away like a magpie, speaking incessantly in Chen Fan’s ear.
“Brother Cripple, listen to me. This little girl has a fortune-bringing aura. Keeping her by your side will bring you wealth. You’ve found a little treasure.”
“Brother Cripple, to be honest, I’ve been in the Jianghu for many years. I don’t just rely on my mouth. I do have some basic fortune-telling skills.”
“I can’t predict the heavens, but when it comes to people, I’m always spot on.”
“I calculated just now, and in ten years, you’ll face a disaster! If you can avoid it, you’ll have a life of peace and safety. If you can’t avoid it, you’ll spend the rest of your life...”
“Brother Cripple...”
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Chen Fan could tell the fortune teller was getting drunk by now and decided not to take his words seriously.
However, he still absorbed a little of it.
After finishing the wine in his cup, Chen Fan poured the remaining wine into his gourd.
He sighed deeply and said slowly, “Whether it brings wealth or not doesn’t matter. It’s just that I’ve suffered the same hardships and can’t bear to see others go through the same.”
At that moment, images from his past flashed before his eyes.
In his previous life, Chen Fan, born with a crippled leg, was abandoned by his family and lived in misery.
If it hadn’t been for an old crippled man who kindly took him in and taught him how to play the suona,
Chen Fan would have wandered the streets, a man with no skills, forgotten by the world.
He saw those memories clearly as the noise around him faded. He lifted Yao Yao onto his back and staggered out of the tavern.
The moon hung high, and tomorrow promised to be a good day.
Not long after Chen Fan left, the fortune teller also walked out of the tavern.
His eyes were clear, his steps light, and there wasn’t a trace of drunkenness in him.
He looked up at the night sky and immediately spotted the brightest star—The North Star.
He then pinched his fingers and smiled mysteriously.
The fortune teller slung his box over his shoulder and slowly walked toward the city, carrying a flag that had the character “仙” (immortal) on it.
For some reason, the character “仙” had been worn down with time, and only half of it remained, faintly visible.
...
When Chen Fan returned home, he couldn’t help but smack his forehead.
Damn it.
He had meant to buy new clothes for Yao Yao, but he had gotten carried away with drinking.
Drinking really causes trouble.
He made a mental note to remember this next time.
...
The next morning.
The sun was gentle, and the breeze was just right.
Time for a drink!
As soon as Chen Fan stepped out of his door, business came knocking.
A plump man arrived, impeccably dressed, sporting a neat mustache—clearly a servant from a wealthy household.
The little Yao Yao, seeing the man, seemed a little scared.
She obediently hid behind Chen Fan, peeking out with just her little head.
The servant explained his purpose, and Chen Fan immediately understood.
Apparently, word had gotten out about Chen Fan’s feat with the Floating Cloud Master yesterday.
Since Chen Fan’s suona could bring the so-called immortal back to life, surely the effects on mere mortals would be even more miraculous?
After all, if he could bring the immortal back, he should be able to ask the heavens for another 500 years!
After hearing this, Chen Fan’s body shook slightly, and his eyes revealed a look of astonishment.
After a long pause, he gave a thumbs up.
He honestly didn’t know how to describe the situation with words.
He then raised his head and looked at the troublemaker. He didn’t find this person annoying; in fact, he even felt a little sympathy.
“Brother, it’s not your fault that your wife strayed, but don’t let it get to you.”
“Bullshit!” The troublemaker pointed at the fortune teller, very displeased.
“How would I not know if my wife had an affair? This bastard randomly slanders my wife, claiming she’s been sneaking around behind my back, doing disgraceful things, and not just once!
“My wife is a proper woman; she can entertain guests in the parlor, cook in the kitchen, and even the kids look just like me...”
Chen Fan raised his hand to interrupt the troublemaker.
“If you believe so strongly in your wife, why come seeking this nonsense fortune-telling?”
His words left the troublemaker speechless.
Chen Fan seized the opportunity and continued, “By the way, do you have any brothers, or even cousins? Don’t misunderstand me, I’m just asking, definitely not implying that your child is...”
Before he could finish, the troublemaker froze.
His expression slowly grew serious, and it seemed as though he was suddenly thinking of something. He suddenly said, “I’ve got urgent business at home, we’ll talk later.”
With that, he turned and ran away without a trace.
Later, Chen Fan heard that the man divorced his wife.
No one knew the exact reason, but the one thing they knew was that after his wife was divorced, she immediately ran off with his brother.
But that was a story for another time.
Chen Fan stood before the fortune teller, lightly tapping his cane on the ground, and praised him, “As expected of a fortune teller, you could even deduce that his wife had strayed and what kind of shady activities she had been up to.”
The fortune teller humbly waved his hand.
“Actually, it wasn’t like that. I just happened to cross paths with his wife one night while walking home, and she was standing on the street corner trying to attract customers.”
Chen Fan: ...
This guy really was like an old sow wearing a bra—always full of tricks.
It’s hard to tell if his fortune-telling skills are real or not.
“By the way, here, take this.”
While speaking, Chen Fan took out twenty taels of silver and handed them to the fortune teller.
The fortune teller was confused.
“What’s this for?”
“You recommended I join the troupe. This is what I earned today, a token of my appreciation.”
Hearing this, the fortune teller laughed heartily, shaking his head in refusal.
“Forget it. Honestly, I only recommended you to the troupe because I found you annoying. Who would’ve thought you’d actually make some money?”
“Anyway, you don’t need to pay me for this. I never intended to take your money. If you really want to thank me, why not sit down for a drink in a tavern?”
Chen Fan smiled, putting the silver away.
“That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Taverns in Liu Guang City were different from those in Feng Lai Town.
Here, no one mocked Chen Fan for being a cripple, nor did anyone call out for him to play a tune.
At a small square table, the two figures sat.
Soon, food and drinks were brought to the table.
A large roast chicken, a plate of fennel beans, and a jar of fine wine.
Chen Fan immediately tore off one of the roast chicken’s hind legs and carefully wrapped it in oil paper, setting it aside.
The fortune teller saw this and, glancing at the sleeping Yao Yao beside him, understood. He then opened his mouth to speak.
“Your daughter?”
Chen Fan shook his head.
“No, I found her on the road. Can’t you tell that?”
The fortune teller chuckled, genuinely amused.
“You really think I’m a fortune teller? I can’t predict everything, just some tricks to fool people in the Jianghu.”
As he spoke, he lowered his voice, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention before relaxing a little.
Chen Fan knew this was the case and didn’t mind.
After a few rounds of drinks, his complexion grew a little more flushed.
The fortune teller began chattering away like a magpie, speaking incessantly in Chen Fan’s ear.
“Brother Cripple, listen to me. This little girl has a fortune-bringing aura. Keeping her by your side will bring you wealth. You’ve found a little treasure.”
“Brother Cripple, to be honest, I’ve been in the Jianghu for many years. I don’t just rely on my mouth. I do have some basic fortune-telling skills.”
“I can’t predict the heavens, but when it comes to people, I’m always spot on.”
“I calculated just now, and in ten years, you’ll face a disaster! If you can avoid it, you’ll have a life of peace and safety. If you can’t avoid it, you’ll spend the rest of your life...”
“Brother Cripple...”
Chen Fan could tell the fortune teller was getting drunk by now and decided not to take his words seriously.
However, he still absorbed a little of it.
After finishing the wine in his cup, Chen Fan poured the remaining wine into his gourd.
He sighed deeply and said slowly, “Whether it brings wealth or not doesn’t matter. It’s just that I’ve suffered the same hardships and can’t bear to see others go through the same.”
At that moment, images from his past flashed before his eyes.
In his previous life, Chen Fan, born with a crippled leg, was abandoned by his family and lived in misery.
If it hadn’t been for an old crippled man who kindly took him in and taught him how to play the suona,
Chen Fan would have wandered the streets, a man with no skills, forgotten by the world.
He saw those memories clearly as the noise around him faded. He lifted Yao Yao onto his back and staggered out of the tavern.
The moon hung high, and tomorrow promised to be a good day.
Not long after Chen Fan left, the fortune teller also walked out of the tavern.
His eyes were clear, his steps light, and there wasn’t a trace of drunkenness in him.
He looked up at the night sky and immediately spotted the brightest star—The North Star.
He then pinched his fingers and smiled mysteriously.
The fortune teller slung his box over his shoulder and slowly walked toward the city, carrying a flag that had the character “仙” (immortal) on it.
For some reason, the character “仙” had been worn down with time, and only half of it remained, faintly visible.
...
When Chen Fan returned home, he couldn’t help but smack his forehead.
Damn it.
He had meant to buy new clothes for Yao Yao, but he had gotten carried away with drinking.
Drinking really causes trouble.
He made a mental note to remember this next time.
...
The next morning.
The sun was gentle, and the breeze was just right.
Time for a drink!
As soon as Chen Fan stepped out of his door, business came knocking.
A plump man arrived, impeccably dressed, sporting a neat mustache—clearly a servant from a wealthy household.
The little Yao Yao, seeing the man, seemed a little scared.
She obediently hid behind Chen Fan, peeking out with just her little head.
The servant explained his purpose, and Chen Fan immediately understood.
Apparently, word had gotten out about Chen Fan’s feat with the Floating Cloud Master yesterday.
Since Chen Fan’s suona could bring the so-called immortal back to life, surely the effects on mere mortals would be even more miraculous?
After all, if he could bring the immortal back, he should be able to ask the heavens for another 500 years!