It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

This is what people care about most in this era.

With money, you have everything.

"I dare not calculate the divination to the fullest extent, for I fear the unpredictability of Heaven's ways."

Qinghe Miao, of course, wouldn't cause himself any more trouble. He shook his head regretfully, looking rather enigmatic.

“I’m not good at this kind of divination. One divination a day is already an extraordinary performance. If I continue to do so and blindly believe in divination, it’s better not to do it at all.”

Chapter 116 Kaiyuan Tongbao

How did Qinghe Miao know about things that weren't shown in the original storyline?

The Purple Hermit may be able to read and write future scenes, but he rarely uses this ability.

Don't let one or two strange photos come up and you not know how to explain them.

The proprietress was a little disappointed, but she sensibly didn't ask any further questions.

She could tell the difference between a lecherous old man waiting to sell at a higher price and one who was genuinely in trouble.

"Um... Qingmiao."

Beside him, Wang Xiaoer shamelessly sidled up, pointed at himself, and asked expectantly:

"Can you help me calculate? Even... my future with Li Xue."

He simply grew up in a remote rural area, had little education, and lacked worldly experience.

But he's not stupid.

On the contrary, throughout the entire story, Wang Xiaoer, as the protagonist, reacts quite quickly and can figure out many things in an instant.

He wasn't oblivious to Li Xue's disdain for him.

He naively believed in the old tricks of the shrewd businessman.

It's also thanks to Li Xue being a rare good girl of that era.

So, I still can't help but ask.

"Oh, you're still thinking about your little policewoman?"

Upon hearing this, the proprietress couldn't help but roll her eyes.

The small hand that had been tenderly resting on Wang Xiao's back suddenly stretched out two slender fingers and pinched him hard.

Pinch off a small piece of meat and twist it forcefully.

"Ow—!"

Wang Xiaoer was instantly jolted up from his seat as if he'd been electrocuted, grimacing and rubbing the back of his hand.

The proprietress withdrew her hand nonchalantly, her face still beaming with a smile.

"Don't look at it."

Qinghe Miao glanced at him, too lazy to pretend anymore, and simply threw down the copper coin in his hand again, saying directly:

"You're destined to be entangled in romantic entanglements. Many of these relationships are based on mutual benefit, but surprisingly, quite a few are genuine."

Given your personality, you probably wouldn't have been able to tell who was sincere and who was not at the time. But thankfully, you were able to sense it in the end.

Those who genuinely like you are all suitable for you, and you are also suitable for them. Ultimately, the choice is yours. It's best not to let them down.

"well……"

Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a long time, scratched his head, looked bewildered, and said with dissatisfaction:

"Did you even show me properly? It's like you didn't say anything at all..."

Qinghe Miao smiled but didn't reply.

"Oh dear, how could you say that about someone?"

Seeing his lack of emotional intelligence, the proprietress deliberately lectured him:

"Aren't you also a practitioner? Why don't you calculate it yourself?"

Wang Xiaoer felt a little wronged and shrank his neck to explain:

“Boss lady, everyone’s traditions are different. I’ve long heard that the old fortune tellers from beyond the Great Wall can predict the future… but I don’t know how to do that…”

"I've heard that their traditions don't include fortune-telling; they learned it on their own."

The proprietress's eyes were full of amusement as she continued to provoke him:

"You mean, you're not as good as others in that area?"

As she spoke the last few words, Haochi deliberately bit her red lips and emphasized the syllables, making one's heart flutter.

"Damn it...boss lady."

Wang Xiaoer was on the verge of tears.

Men can admit to anything, but how can they say no?

But if what the other person said is true, then it seems... I really can't compare.

Although he was a country bumpkin who had just left the village, his father had traveled all over the country and had seen a lot of things.

If such a quality were real, it would generally only exist in history and in picture books.

Most of them should be called "Dao Dao" (a type of ancient Chinese poem), and they are not the ones who are truly virtuous and wise.

Wang Xiaoer glanced at Qing Hemiao furtively, feeling a little envious.

"Haha, everyone has their own perspective on this."

Seeing his expression, Qinghe Miao couldn't help but laugh, and waved her hand to help him out of the awkward situation:

"Wang Xiaoer's talent is also quite extraordinary."

Wang Xiaoer is a young and impetuous protagonist who is quite concerned about his image and can be willful at times.

To avoid causing an incident where this joke leads to an accident due to overconfidence.

The proprietress then came over and deliberately looked him up and down from his side, asking:

"Oh? How is it extraordinary?"

"If I had to make a comparison, it would be similar to the difference between Xu Shilin and Zhang Sanfeng in The Legend of the White Snake."

Qinghe Miao thought for a moment and gave an example:

"Speaking of him and me alone, his pure talent for cultivation is still superior."

The proprietress blinked, digested the information, and then slowly began to speak.

Let me guess.

She stretched out her slender fingers, gesturing as she spoke:

"In other words, you are the kind of person who is precocious in thinking, has a lot of connections, and may even have some kind of divine weapon by your side."

"And is Wang Xiaoer the kind of person who is naturally gifted, has a good temperament, and is quick to understand, and has profound martial arts techniques to accompany him, allowing him to cultivate all the way to becoming a grandmaster?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Qing Hemiao with a smile, her eyes filled with a hint of smugness.

"Great."

Qing Hemiao paused for a moment, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then said with genuine admiration:

“I’ve said similar things to my parents. But they’ve never understood what they meant. Boss lady, as an outsider, you heard it once and actually came to the opposite conclusion.”

He looked at the proprietress, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Alright, alright, you're making me blush."

The proprietress was overjoyed by the compliments, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she waved with a charming smile.

She stood up and began clearing the dishes, her movements swift and graceful.

"Don't just stand there. Are you full? If not, I'll heat up some more for you."

"That's enough!"

Wang Xiaoer quickly replied, fearing that the proprietress would cause further trouble.

Qinghe Miao nodded and put down his chopsticks:

"Yes, I'm full too."

I glanced outside and saw sunlight streaming onto the asphalt road, and the number of people on the street was gradually increasing.

He stood up, reached out and picked up the few copper coins on the table, and handed them to the proprietress.

"Boss lady, here, take these as payment for your meal."

The proprietress was taken aback, and quickly waved her hand:

"How can I accept this? Besides, didn't we agree that I was treating?"

"That's why I won't give you any money. We're destined to meet, so consider this a small gift for our first meeting."

Qinghe Miao took two of the three copper coins from his hand and placed them in front of the proprietress. He then casually tossed the remaining coin to Wang Xiaoer and explained:

"Next, the item is genuine, a Kaiyuan Tongbao coin. But because it was passed down from the immortals behind me, it was in excellent condition and I handled it frequently, so it's practically indistinguishable from a new one. It's impossible to sell it."

It's just something I use regularly because it's convenient; it doesn't possess any spiritual energy, so it's not a magical artifact and not very valuable. You can keep it as a souvenir or as a small ornament.

What a joke! Would a military leader from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period lack Kaiyuan Tongbao coins?

In his military tent, he used Tang Dynasty gold tiger-shaped paperweights to hold down paper.

The generals of the Jin state rarely wore their seals, robes, or armor; they kept them at the bottom of their trunks.

The vases for flower arrangements and the rice bowls for meals were both made of Tang blue and white porcelain.

To him, these few copper coins were nothing more than props to be carried in his pocket.

But for the proprietress and Wang Xiaoer, the meaning was different.

Wang Xiaoer hurriedly caught it, held it in his palm, and examined it closely in the sunlight with some doubt.

Sunlight streamed through the coin's hole, giving it an antique sheen.

"Wow, this is an antique!"

He looked at it over and over until his eyes lit up, muttering to himself:

"Kaiyuan, this is from the Tang Dynasty, right? How much is it worth?"

Chapter 117 The Battle for New South Wales

After giving the two a small treat to increase their favorability, Qing Hemiao got up to say goodbye.

The two also wanted to add his mobile phone number.

They learned that he claimed he didn't have a mobile phone while traveling the world, and that he hadn't even registered a mobile phone number.

Without saying a word, the proprietress turned around and went inside, pulled out an old cell phone, and then took out an anonymous SIM card that she had obtained a long time ago.

"Take it."

She slipped it into Qinghe Miao's hand:

"This phone of yours is a bit old, but it still works. The SIM card is also anonymous, which is convenient for someone like you who travels all over the world doing good deeds."

Qinghe Miao was taken aback for a moment, then readily accepted it.

"Thank you, boss lady."

The three exchanged phone numbers to stay in touch.

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