Song Daosheng looked at the crowd in front of him, and his face was brilliant and he didn't dare to squeeze in.

With just his small body, if he really goes there, he is afraid he will be squeezed to death on the spot.

But he had come, and Song Daosheng didn't want to leave just like that.

He looked around and walked into a tea stall.

But when he walked in, he realized that it was also crowded.

His eyes quickly searched, and at last he was happy, he found that there was still room for him.

At the edge of the tea stall, there was a table sitting only one person.

Without thinking too much, he went over and asked, "Brother, don't you know if there are other people here?"

The man in black who was drinking tea looked up and showed a handsome young face.

He looked up at Song Daosheng, his expression remained the same, and said lightly: "No, I'm doing it myself."

"Thank you!"

Song Dao Shengle sat down, asked the waiter for a pot of hot tea and a snack, and wiped the stool with his sleeves to sit down.

While the waiter was taking tea, he glanced at the sign next to the young man in black.

Five hundred years before, five hundred years later.

Fortune teller?

Song Daosheng was curious and hesitated for a while, but in the end he still didn't ask.

However, his actions of wanting to say nothing about it caused the black-clothed hexagram opposite to look up and said, "If you want to ask, ask whatever you want."

The other party said this, and Song Daosheng no longer hesitated, "Dare you ask if you are a fortune teller?"

"Since you are literate, why are you asking?"

The black-clothed hexagram master answered indifferently, and the Song Daosheng didn't care. He felt that the other party might be this kind of personality.

But the other party's profession made him think, "Can sir calculate it for me?"

"But let's forget it if the hexagram gold is too expensive!"

Song Daosheng smiled awkwardly. He was not short of money, but painting was too expensive, so he had to save some money.

The black-clothed hexagram master looked at him and said in a plain tone: "Those who are destined to be free, and those who are not destined to be destined to be rich."

"Is there anyone who is destined to be a good person?" Hearing the word "free", Song Daosheng's eyes lit up.

That's great, it can save a lot of money, you can buy another stack of drawing paper.

"No!" The black-clothed hexagram master looked deep, and finally shook his head.

When Song Daosheng heard this, he looked disappointed, but he heard the other person say, "But although you and I have no fate, you have the fate I want. You can count on one qian of hexagram gold?"

The black-clothed hexagram master rarely says a long list.

"Calculate!"

Bang!

A copper coin was slapped on the table with great confidence.

"What's that?"

The black-clothed hexagram master put away the copper coins and asked.

"When will I break through to the Painting Pole?"

After a moment of silence...

"When you see the man in the painting again."

After the black-clothed hexagram master said that, he stood up and left without waiting for the Song Daosheng to react.

When the latter came to his senses, the other party had left.
Chapter completed!