As Chu Qinghe's gaze moved, it also landed on the old man sitting next to the fortune-telling stall on his left, which was only ten steps away.

The old man was dressed in a white linen robe, with white hair, but his face was kind.

When his gaze fell upon the fortune-telling stall, and seeing the old man's gaze fixed on him, Chu Qinghe slightly turned his head.

Judging from the old man's gaze at this moment, those words were clearly spoken to Chu Qinghe.

After a moment's thought, Chu Qinghe took a few light steps and walked towards the old man.

Seeing Chu Qinghe walking towards him, the old man was not surprised, and his face still wore a warm and kind smile.

However, the old man's eyes also held a hint of cunning.

It was after Chu Qinghe sat down that, as he raised his gaze slightly, he suddenly noticed that behind the fortune teller was another old man wearing a blue cloth robe, sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, smoking a pipe.

Just as Chu Qinghe noticed the old man in the blue cloth robe, the old man took a puff of his pipe and then coughed a few times.

After his cough subsided for a while, the old man seemed to sense Chu Qinghe's gaze and slowly turned his head to look at Chu Qinghe.

The eyes that should have become cloudy with age did not appear in the elderly man's eyes; instead, they gave the impression of clear vision.

When his gaze fell on Chu Qinghe and his group, the old man's eyes flickered slightly, and then he nodded politely to Chu Qinghe.

He then put the pipe in his mouth again, took a puff, and then frowned and coughed again.

On the other hand, Chu Qinghe, upon hearing the old man's cough, glanced once more at the old man in the corner, and then at the old man in front of the fortune-telling stall.

As his gaze swept across the room, Chu Qinghe suddenly exclaimed inwardly, "Oh dear!"

At this moment, the old man in front of Chu Qinghe suddenly spoke up: "What does the young master wish to calculate?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe pondered for a moment before saying, "Then I'll trouble you, sir, to take a look at my palm!"

However, upon hearing this, the fortune teller shook his head and said, "Palmistry? I can't read it."

Qu Feiyan, standing beside her, asked in confusion, "Aren't you a fortune teller? How come you can't read faces?"

In response to Qu Feiyan's question, the fortune teller said leisurely, "When I tell fortunes, I don't look at what the customer wants to know, but rather at what I am capable of knowing."

As he spoke, the old man's self-righteous and arrogant manner left Qu Feiyan momentarily bewildered.

Clearly, they had never seen such a peculiar fortune teller as the old man before.

"Quite classy."

Hearing the fortune teller's words, Chu Qinghe smiled inwardly.

Then, Chu Qinghe asked, "It is said that the more one calculates one's destiny, the thinner it becomes. If I were to have my destiny calculated by the old gentleman, would it actually be affected?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Words should not be spoken in their entirety, nor should matters be fully explained. Fate is mysterious and profound. If we stop here when we have a hint, it will naturally have no effect. Young master, you are overthinking it."

As if intrigued, Chu Qinghe asked with interest, "If you could foresee any misfortune befalling me, what should I do?"

The fortune teller said, "It's natural to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."

Seeing this, Chu Qinghe nodded and said, "Then please take a look, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the old man said nothing more and began to scrutinize Chu Qinghe's face.

After a moment, the old man let out a soft "Eh?" as if he had noticed something was wrong.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Chu Qinghe and the other women, the old man picked up several ancient bamboo slips on the table and began to examine them.

Perhaps sensing the old man's unusual behavior, the other old man in blue robes behind him, who was smoking a pipe, also turned his gaze to Chu Qinghe and his companions.

As his gaze slowly moved across the faces of Chu Qinghe and the other women, including Dongfang Bubai, the old man in blue couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

As the bamboo slips were turned over, the old man's doubts only increased, and he kept muttering, "This shouldn't be!"

Seeing the old man muttering to himself, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with your appearance, young master?"

After listening to Qu Feiyan's words, the fortune teller calmed down for a moment before saying, "Young master, you have a broad forehead, a full and round chin, double peaks on your occipital bone, well-formed earlobes, eyebrows like a crescent moon, and a smooth and full temple. In terms of facial features, you are an excellent choice and will have everything go smoothly."

Qu Feiyan said, "Isn't that a good thing? Why all the mystification?"

In response, the fortune teller sighed and said, "If we look at other aspects of your face, you are indeed a person with constant good fortune. However, there are nine vertical lines on your eyebrows, eyes, and nose, which, combined with your overall face, make you look quite different."

Chu Qinghe raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's the difference?"

The fortune teller said, "Young master's face, with these vertical lines, indicates a face that will bring good fortune to his wife."

"A wife who brings good fortune?"

Chu Qinghe, the person involved, had a strange expression.

The other women standing nearby looked at Chu Qinghe with slight curiosity upon hearing the fortune teller's words.

After a few breaths, Qu Feiyan spoke up: "I've heard of a husband who brings good fortune, but is there such a thing as a wife who brings good fortune?"

The fortune teller said, "Yin and Yang are in balance, and husband and wife complement each other. If one is a good husband, the other will naturally be a good wife."

"The nose represents the husband's star, and the outer corners of the eyebrows and eyes represent the wife's palace. Judging from the young master's appearance, he should have many wives and be very lucky in love."

"But with the wife as the master and the concubine as the side, how could such a romantic fortune be entirely due to the wife's influence? Moreover, nine is the extreme of numbers, signifying the peak of prosperity."

"A wife's good fortune is supposed to be a natural byproduct of one's destiny, so how can it be the opposite, with the auxiliary fortune taking over the main aspect of one's appearance? This just doesn't make any sense!"

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