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nEditor: SimoB

nShi Qing and Meng Qing found a fortune teller under the big bridge.

nThis fortune teller wore a yellow vest, had a long beard and sunglasses on his face, and seemed to be blind. He also spoke with an accent. He wiped at his sweaty forehead with a towel in his hand like he was sweltering. There was an eight trigrams diagram before him.

nUpon learning that Shi Qing and Meng Qing wanted to have their fortunes read, he picked up a tortoise shell and shook it before pouring out the coins inside. He stared at the coins on the diagram intently for half a minute before sighing. There was a ghastly look on his face.

n“Aiyoyo, this is terrible! I hope you two aren’t here to learn about your relationship, tsk tsk. Others will not approve of you two and will try their best to stop you.”

nMeng Qing widened his eyes slightly and examined this suspicious fortune teller. A look of hesitation gradually appeared on his face.

nHe quietly leaned towards Shi Qing’s ear and whispered, “How does he know that we’re here to learn about our relationship?”

nOriginally, when Shi Qing came and told him he wanted to get their fortunes told, Meng Qing was reluctant.

nAfter all, he was from an orthodox cultivator sect and even he couldn’t get any results when he tried.

nThat was understandable since Shi Qing wasn’t a human being.

nBut now, this seemingly unreliable fortune teller actually did what he could not.

nThe demon king took a sip of his milk tea and raised their intertwined hands.

nHe followed Meng Qing’s example and leaned towards the cultivator’s ear, speaking quietly in his seductive voice, “Who else on this crowded street is holding hands at our age?”

nMeng Qing came to a belated realization.

nThis ‘master’ was still talking.

n“How cruel. Your relationship is destined to face rejection from your families.”

n“Especially you.” He pointed to Shi Qing, who was smiling at him. He stroked his beard with an inscrutable face, “Your family can’t tolerate the two of you. It might be your face, or your attitude, but they’ll try to interfere. But it doesn’t matter since you’re lucky enough to meet me. I’m a generous guy so I’ll dispel the miasma around you two and help you avoid this danger.”

nShi Qing was still smiling, “So master, how much will your services cost?”

n“Ai, why’re you talking about money now.”

nThe fortune teller waved his hand. His expression was all like “I don’t care for money”. Then he held out his hand with three fingers extended.

n“Three hundred.”

n“Okay, I’ll give you three hundred.” Shi Qing took out the money and handed it to this guy, still smiling good-naturedly. “But master, you have to sign something for me in return. If what you say is false, you will have to pay the price.”

nThe fortune teller: “……”

nHe stared carefully at the two men in front of him from behind his sunglasses.

nThey were both tall with long legs.

nMeng Qing was fine. Although unusually handsome, he obviously had a good temper at first glance.

nShi Qing was an entirely different story. Although he was smiling, there was a dangerous aura about him.

nAnd Shi Qing wore sunglasses like he did, but…

nHe looked like a blind person with them on while Shi Qing’s beauty was enhanced by an unfair degree.

nPutting aside their looks and temper, these two were strong young men in their prime. He definitely couldn’t beat them in a fight.

nHe scowled.

n“Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I’m not going to jump through hoops to persuade you.” he said as he closed his stall. Picking up the cane from the side, he carried his possessions and walked away.

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nJust like a blind man would.

nShi Qing raised an eyebrow and quickly blocked him off with long strides. “Master, are you not going to continue?”

n“You don’t believe me, so what’s the point?”

nThe fortune teller felt around in front of him and said very self-righteously, “Don’t you stand in my way. How can you bully a blind man like me.”

n“Let me tell you, I’ve been able to see ghosts since I was three years old, and I could perceive yin and yang energy at five. I was apprenticed to a powerful master as a child and graduated in my teens. I’ve told the fortunes of countless people until now! How dare you question my psychic abilities!”

nAt this moment, an older woman in colorful clothes hurried by and heard them talking. She glanced over and muttered to herself. “This guy’s out to scam people again.”

nThe fortune teller, “…”

nHe coughed and pretended he hadn’t heard anything, continuing to feel his way around.

nSeeing that Shi Qing didn’t move, he said with annoyance, “What are you doing? Could it be that you, a young man, still wants to bully a blind old man like me! Shame on you!”

nShi Qing, “How did you know I was a young man?”

nThe fortune teller: “…”

n“F-fine. I can’t tell fortunes, okay. What are you going to do about it?”

nMeng Qing gently pulled on the demon king’s hand. “Forget it.”

nShi Qing whispered to him, “I have business with him.”

nAfter speaking to his companion, he continued to ask the fortune teller, “Are you really blind?”

nThe fortune teller straightened his back. “Yes, I really am blind!”

n“You’re sure?”

n“Why would I lie to you about this, ah.”

nThe demon king’s hand moved swifter than the wind and snatched the glasses of his face.

nThe two men looked at each other.

nThe fortune teller stared straight at Shi Qing with his eyes wide open, “…”

nA few seconds later, he remembered to lose his eyesight and reached his hands out. “What’re you doing?! Give those back! Don’t you feel the slightest hint of guilt at bullying a blind man?!”

nShi Qing mocked, “You’re really blind?”

n“Of course.”

nThe fortune teller: “If you keep this up, you’ll regret it!”

nHe shouted, “Qing Long!!!”

n“Qing Long!!!”

nHe shouted several more times, but there was no response.

nHis face stiffened.

nThen he called out another name, “Wang Cai!”

n“Woof woof woof woof!!!”

nThe barking came almost immediately in response. A black coloured mutt came running over happily with its tail wagging and its own leash in its mouth.

nIt was completely soaked. Water dripped from its fur as it ran.

nWhen it reached its master’s feet, it obediently placed its leash on the ground and sat beside him. Its tongue was out as it looked at Shi Qing and Meng Qing with a tilted head.

nMeng Qing liked animals. His eyes were almost entirely focused on Wang Cai. They softened involuntarily.

nThe fortune teller crouched down and felt around on the ground.

nWhen Wang Cai saw this, he picked up the rope on the ground in his mouth and delivered it to him.

nWith the rope in his hand, the fortune teller grew more bold.

n“See? This is my guide dog.”

n“Aren’t most guide dogs Labradors?” Shi Qing looked at the mutt, “This looks like a Chinese rural dog.”

n“Who said that a guide dog can only be one breed?! My mutt is a guide dog, you’ll see.”

nThen he closed his eyes and walked forward steadily with the mutt in front of him.

nWang Cai did indeed trot forward as he said, taking small steps and barking when his owner was about to encounter an obstacle.

nThe fortune teller shouted as he walked, “See? I can walk this far!”

nA few steps later. “See? It’s a guide dog!”

nA few more steps later. “I’m not lying to you.”

nThis continued until he reached the corner. Making sure that Shi Qing and Meng Qing couldn’t see him, he made a run for it with his dog.

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n“Go go go! Wang Cai, let’s run away quickly!”

nA man and his dog ran across the bridge, and then past rows upon rows of trees.

nThe demon king and Meng Qing sat on one of the trees, watching the man and his dog speed by.

nMeng Qing waited until this fortune teller had run far away before turning to ask Shi Qing, “What do you want with him? I think he’s just an ordinary human, and not a particularly bad one at that. Although he’s inaccurate with his calculations, his energy is completely normal.”

nFortune tellers like him were all over the streets. This one didn’t seem to be anything special.

nShi Qing leaned against Meng Qing’s shoulder to feel the warmth from his body. He yawned. “I’ll tell you if you kiss me.”

nThe tips of Meng Qing’s ears reddened.

nThe sky above them grew darker as the sun began its descent, but the demon king was as clear as ever in his eyes.

nThe demon king’s eyes that were always smiling, curved upwards slightly at the corners.

nThe demon king’s moist red lips.

nThe demon king’s beautiful slender hands.

nHe leaned in slightly, under the cover of the branches, and gave Shi Qing what he wanted.

nWhen he leaned back, the tips of the young cultivator’s ears were already burning.

nHe took the initiative to reach out his hand and gently pull on Shi Qing. His warm voice was laced with a touch of shyness.

n“You don’t have to give something in exchange. I would still kiss you without anything in return.”

n“Oh?”

nThe demon king smiled at him and leaned into his arms, “Then why have I never seen you take the initiative?”

nMeng Qing’s face flushed as well.

nHe took the initiative this time. Bowing his head slightly so that he was once again under the cover of the branches, he completed a deeper exchange.

nThe young cultivator carefully took the demon king’s hand. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed his soft palm as he asked expectantly. “When this is done, why don’t we go back to meet my Shifu?”

nThen he blushed even more and blinked apologetically. He whispered, “Shifu raised me, so I want…I want to go with you to meet him.”

nSo it was like meeting his parents.

n“Sure.”

nShi Qing agreed easily and laughed as he teased Meng Qing, “What if your Shifu doesn’t agree to us?”

nMeng Qing had actually thought about that question recently.

nHe said very seriously, “If Shifu doesn’t agree, I’ll beg until he does.”

nThen he said to Shi Qing, who didn’t look worried at all, “Don’t worry, Shifu has lived for a long time. He should be able to accept this kind of thing more easily than normal people.”

nShi Qing nodded, “Zheng Xing has lived for a long time. I met him once 500 years ago, but at that time he was only 200 years old. He hadn’t yet entered Qingzhen Temple or become a cultivator, and he ran away after a single look at me from afar.”

nMeng Qing was at a loss.

n500 years plus 200 years.

nWasn’t that 700 years??

nHe had always thought that his Shifu was only 100 years old. Although it was said that cultivators had longer lifespans, there was still a limit. No human could possibly survive more than 200 years.

nThe young cultivator blinked in confusion, “Then Shifu…must be very powerful if he’s actually over 700 years old.”

n“Wu, I suppose. But he’s too much of a coward.”

nShi Qing changed the topic, “Did you bring the invisibility talismans?”

nMeng Qing obediently took them out.

nThey each put one on and went in the direction the ‘blind’ fortune teller fled to.

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