Moon Emperor

Chapter 162 The Spirit of the Son of Heaven
Seeing that Su Yan stopped talking, the old beggar coughed a little, and took his hand back very reservedly, "No refund if sold, no refund."

Su Yan shook his head funny, "I think you are short of money, so let's sell the rest of the book together."

Unexpectedly, the old beggar shook his head again and again, "Not for sale, not for 100 taels, only one copy."

Just as Su Yan was about to open the "Looking Qi Technique" in his hand, the old beggar stretched out the bamboo stick precisely, "I think you have good fortune, so I sold it to you with good intentions, only read three pages. If you have more, you have to buy it.”

Just now I said I was going to sell it when I was starving to death, but I changed my mind so soon
Although there was an increasingly strong feeling of being cheated, Su Yan still turned to the first few pages and read it.

In any case, after spending so many years in the Qingcheng Palace Sutra Library, Su Yan still has basic eyesight. This book is not completely fabricated, but an opening question, which systematically explains the origin of Wangqiyiyi.

The ancients used qi to distinguish good and bad, and believed that everything has qi, the sky has weather, the earth has earth qi, and people have popularity.

As small as a house has qi, as large as a country also has invisible qi. If the complexion is bright, it will prosper, and if the complexion is dark, it will decline.

For beginners, it is not bad to be able to see the qi itself; for the advanced ones, they can distinguish good and bad; for advanced ones, they can also see the different colors and shapes of qi.
Seeing that the three pages were up, Su Yan didn't continue to read, but just closed the book.

In fact, in the Qingcheng Palace's collection of books, there are also references to the way of hopeful qi, but there seems to be no specific method of cultivation.

Thinking of this, Su Yan decided to make the last test. Although he is rich, he can't be taken advantage of casually.

He put down the yellowed book and asked: "Old man, you said it was handed down by your ancestors, you must have read it, right?"

The old beggar nodded calmly, "I used to read it when I was young, but later I understood it, and I can read it backwards, so I don't read it much."

"It's clear in your chest, right?" Su Yan couldn't help correcting.

"It's all the same, it's all the same, do you want to buy it or not?" The old man's tone became a little impatient.

"Don't worry, do you know this qi-watching technique? Can you take a look at my [qi] and tell me about good or bad luck." Su Yan pointed to herself.

The old beggar hesitated for a moment, "Yes, yes, but as I said, you have to buy it, no matter the result is good or bad."

"No problem," Su Yan reached out and shook the money bag on his waist. The copper coins and broken silver in it were knocked against each other, making a clear and attractive sound.

So the old beggar coughed twice and sat upright.

I saw him widen his eyes, which seemed to be suffering from "blue blindness" (cataract), and stared there; during this time, Su Yan moved a few inches to the left silently, but his eyes did not follow him.

Just when Su Yan was feeling disappointed, the old beggar suddenly clapped his hands!

"It's incredible, it's incredible!"

No, why does this line sound a little familiar, you will not say in the next sentence, I have a spiritual light emanating from the Tianling Cap, right?
While Su Yan was complaining inwardly, the old beggar looked around and said in a low voice: "Little brother, I think you have the air of an emperor."

"What?!" Su Yan was really shocked this time.

Master Xuanyan of Qingcheng Palace can deduce that he has the destiny of the emperor, and now even this old beggar can see that he has the aura of the emperor. Could it be that this person in front of him is actually a master of playing games?

"You can't talk nonsense about this, you will lose your head." Su Yan seriously "admonishes".

The old beggar shook his head, and just said: "There is a saying in "Luoshu": There are clouds like people, green clothes without hands, in Japan and the West, the spirit of the emperor."

"Just now I took a closer look and saw the image of the Son of Heaven above your head."

Su Yan looked at the top of his head subconsciously, but no matter how he looked, he didn't see any clues.

"Okay, let's pay the money." The old beggar picked up the "Looking Qi Technique" and changed the topic.

This time Su Yan didn't hesitate anymore, he quickly took out ten taels of silver, handed over the money to the old beggar, and delivered the goods with one hand.

Just as he was about to carefully read the next part, the old beggar stopped him, "Go back and read it, old man, I'm going back to have a good meal."

"I haven't eaten yet, let's go together."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Su Yan finished speaking, the old beggar waved his hands again and again. He grabbed "The Art of the House" and the broken bowl and stuffed them into his arms.

By the way, Su Yan is still not sure whether this is a liar or an expert
He slapped his head, remembering his experience of pretending to be a ghost, so he could only laugh at himself: "If you are really cheated, it will be considered retribution."

Holding the "Looking Qi Technique" in his hand, Su Yan walked to the nearest restaurant, carefully flipping through the torn book in his hand while walking.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, a young mistress approached enthusiastically, "Guest officer, do you want to eat, drink or stay in the restaurant?"

"Eat, two meaty ones and two vegetarian ones, and some soup." Su Yan replied without raising his head.

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to go to the empty table, but suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Er staring at the book in his hand, and then glanced at the direction he had just walked in.

Then the little girl replied with a suppressed smile, "Okay, okay, guest officer, you have a good appetite, and it looks like you are from a wealthy family."

Now Su Yan was not in the mood to read. He watched the little girl offering a treasure, and ran to whisper to the shopkeeper at the counter, and then was sent to the back to report the name of the dish.

The shopkeeper was dialing the abacus at first, but after hearing Xiao Er's words, he couldn't help but look up at Su Yan.

Seeing Su Yan looking over, he quickly lowered his head, but there was also a little uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth, and it was hard for him to change back to a serious expression.

broken
Su Yan stepped forward calmly, "Boss, what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me while walking and reading?"

The shopkeeper quickly shook his head, "It's nothing, my lord, you are still young, studying sages' poems and books, what's so ridiculous?"

Su Yan sighed, "I knew it, I was cheated, right?"

Seeing his sighing expression, the shopkeeper was also a little embarrassed, "Hey, you have learned a lot from a pit, son, remember not to believe such low-sounding rumors in the future."

"What's going on?" Su Yan couldn't help frowning, "You all know that old beggar?"

"I can't say everything." The shopkeeper guessed that this stunned young man should still have money to pay the bill, so he explained it to him in detail.

"That old guy is a foreigner. He came to Lanfang County a few months ago to beg. Recently, he bought a batch of second-hand goods from unknown sources. He cheated anyone who didn't know the goods."

"Those who are clever ignore him, those who are irritable directly blow him away, and those who are less clever will be cheated of a small amount of money."

"At this time, the old guy will come here, pack some roast chicken and buns to eat, and brag about his skills to us."

(End of this chapter)