"n on the left, won on the right, please extend your left hand, palm up," the Middle-Split Man said in a manner full of form.
The short-haired boy complied by extending his left hand, and the Middle-Split Man grabbed his wrist, lifting the palm to his eyes. The onlookers were all curious; journeys are often lonely, and they welcod any diversion, happy to watch the spectacle. The young guy, however, was indifferent, just waiting for the Middle-Split Man to make a fool of himself.
"The hand is divided into Eight Diagram and Twelve Palaces, all events are within one’s palm. n read their hands based on Eight Diagram, won on Nine Palaces," the Middle-Split Man muttered softly, leaving people wondering whether it was a formula or a ditty, but it piqued everyone’s interest even more.
As he muttered, he inspected the boy’s palm carefully, adopting a posture with sowhat the air of a master. Unfortunately, his sharp features turned the charm into "fake master."
He began looking quite earnestly, with a relaxed expression, but the longer he looked, the deeper his frown beca, his gaze shifting from surprise to seriousness.
The crowd found his expression amusing, seeing this "master" as rely putting on a show.
"Show off, go ahead, I’ve seen plenty of fake masters and scamrs like you who can swindle people by just setting up a stall by the roadside," the young guy sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm.
The Middle-Split Man ignored him, closing his eyes slightly and, upon reopening them, regained his composure, withdrawing his hand as well.
"Master, tell us, did you see anything?" two fashionable elderly won asked curiously, a question that others were eager to learn the answer to.
The palmistry master shook his head: "Heavenly chanism should not be revealed."
"Tsk, just knew you’re no good, others can at least chatter nonsense, but you, you can’t even fool anyone," the young guy mocked.
Xiao Manxuan gestured to Lin Tian, smiling: "Lin Tian, this is quite interesting, do you want your palm read?"
"Want to see marriage, love, or romance?" Lin Tian joked.
"Hmph, a person like you doesn’t need to check romantic fate," the two won scoffed at him together.
Perhaps hearing the conversation among the three, the palmistry "master" looked toward Lin Tian: "Young man, I see you’re quite distinguished, interested in having your palm read?"
"Alright, I’m bored anyway," Lin Tian agreed on a whim, purely for so amusent.
The master showed no modesty, standing up and walking in front of Lin Tian, not yet examining his palm, but instead scrutinizing Lin Tian’s face, without comnting.
"n left, won right, please extend your left hand, palm up," the Middle-Split Man repeated his opening line, Lin Tian directly raised his hand to him.
The Middle-Split Man first noticed the bracelet on Lin Tian’s wrist, a tal band of a faint purple-gold hue, lacking dazzling brilliance and gemstone decoration, yet his tiny eyes lit up.
"Nice bracelet," the Middle-Split Man praised.
"Bracelet is bracelet, palm is palm, master, are you a palm reader or a treasure expert?" Lin Tian looked at the "master," his face wearing a faint smile.
The Middle-Split Man was again surprised but quickly responded: "Knowing people is like knowing treasures, a child prodigy is like the treasure among treasures, don’t you think that’s the right logic?" The crowd was astonished to discover the palmistry "master" used "you," a respectful term, for a young man.
A misplaced voice interrupted: "Cut the crap, hurry up and read," this was the young guy again.
Perhaps seeing Lin Tian and the others weren’t to be trifled with, the young guy, though noticing the Xiao sisters’ beauty, refrained from making any moves.
Unfazed, the Middle-Split Man lowered his head slightly, observing Lin Tian’s palm, this ti he studied for a full five minutes, as others grew impatient, then suddenly retreated a few steps. As the crowd was about to inquire, they noticed sweat beading on the "master’s" forehead.
"Master, are you alright?" the fashionable elderly woman asked curiously.
"What’s there to be wrong about? People with stomach issues look like that," the young guy dismissed.
"Forget him, Master, tell us what’s up with the handso young man?" The lady next to the window eagerly asked, seemingly selecting a son-in-law.
The Middle-Split Man wiped his forehead, strands of hair sticky with sweat, making him look even more disheveled. Perhaps aware of his damaged image, he slightly tidied his middle-parted hair before speaking: "Dear spectators, sorry, Heavenly chanism should not be revealed."
"Damn!" The young guy shouted, cursing: "Again with Heavenly chanism should not be revealed, you damn fraud."
"Young man, what do you know, revealing the Heavenly chanism attracts divine retribution, the master is correct," the fashionable elderly lady defended the Middle-Split Man.
Lin Tian rely smiled, saying nothing, the "master’s" alarmist statents lacked actual credibility.
"Master, can you do my reading?" The fashionable elderly woman asked with so anticipation.
The Middle-Split Man waved his hand, saying: "No need for readings, ladies, the fullness of your forehead and your ample figure suggest great wealth characteristics. If I’m not mistaken, your husbands are businessn and quite well off. However..."
"However, what?" The two ladies were startled, quickly inquiring.
"But your dostic life may not be very harmonious," the Middle-Split Man hesitated, speaking very tactfully.
Lin Tian found it amusing; dostic life, terd as marital life, implies lack of harmony in sexual life.
The two ladies were imdiately convinced: "Master, you’re spot on, everything you said is accurate."
With their affirmation, others now viewed the Middle-Split Man differently, what was a seedy appearance now seed to possess a masterly aura, even the young guy listened, in disbelief.
Miss turned to Lin Tian, her eyes smiling, Lin Tian naturally knew what she was thinking, this master wasn’t foretelling a future, he was rely observing people’s behavior, deriving conclusions, sothing both Lin Tian and Xiao Manxue could do.
However, it must be said, those who rove Jianghu, their perception and eloquence are exceptionally good.
"Master, what should we do? Can you give us guidance?" The fashionable elderly lady asked.
"I’ll give you four words: understanding, communication. You must realize, n are highly self-respectful creatures," the master said sowhat cryptic.
"Thank you, master, you truly are different from other fortune tellers, they just devise ways to take my money," the fashionable elderly lady was full of admiration.
"Is he really that godly?" The previously arrogant young guy grew skeptical: "Do my reading, see if you’re really this accurate, if not, I’ll report to the police and have you arrested for fraud."
The Middle-Split Man turned, looking at him indifferently, the young guy felt uneasy under his gaze. After ten seconds, the Middle-Split Man smiled faintly: "Young man, you are destined for a calamity."
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