"Young master, is fortune telling?

Just ten copper plates!"

On the streets of Dongchen Kingdom, an old Taoist shouted at a young man with red lips and white teeth.

The young master is not old, he looks like he is eleven or twelve years old, wearing brocade clothes, delicate facial features, long and narrow eyes. At a young age, he can already see how he looks so stunning in the future.

"Bold beggar, don't let go!"

The tall guard behind the young master drew out his sword and wanted to drive the people away.

"stop."

The young master waved his hand and signaled the guard to retreat. He looked at the old Taoist. Although his body was covered with patches, his clothes were clean, which was different from those beggars.

He asked, "You have neither gossip nor sign, how can you tell me fortune?"

"The old Taoist can see the face. If the young master is willing, the old Taoist can show the face of the young master."

The old Taoist said.

"Ta...Young Master, these witchcraft warlocks are all lie. If you want to tell fortunes, you can go to Lingyin Temple to find those monks..." The guard persuaded him later.

"No need, I just want to hear him show me his face. Those monks are just fooling the children."

He looked at the old Taoist and said, "Look, you see it well, I will reward you."

The old Taoist nodded repeatedly and looked at his face seriously. The more he looked, the tighter the old Taoist frowned.

"What, can't it be that my young master's face is very bad?"

"Not nor no!"

The old Taoist shook his head repeatedly and said, "The young master's face is not only not bad, but it is very good. He will definitely soar into the sky in the future. However, if you are in the fate of love, don't go to the south within ten years, otherwise..." "Otherwise, what?"

The young man raised his eyebrows.

"Otherwise, the young master will be trapped by love in the future and be lonely for half his life."

"presumptuous!"

The guard behind him felt that the old Taoist was disrespectful to the young master and was talking nonsense.

The young master suddenly laughed, took out a gold ingot from the storage bag around his waist and threw it to the old Taoist.

"I'll reward you."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and left, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

"Young Master! Listen to the advice of the old man, don't go to the south!"

The old Taoist shouted from behind.

"Or... Otherwise, you will only be with the Qinglantern Ancient Buddha in the future!"

The young man walking in front staggered under his feet and almost went back to get the piece of gold back.

"Do you think Gu looks like he can cut his hair and become a monk?"

He turned to ask his guard.

The guard shook his head repeatedly, "No! You have a noble status, how could you be a monk in the temple? It must be that old man talks nonsense. Your Highness, if you are unhappy, my subordinates will arrest him..." "No need."

The young master waved his hand and said, "I just saw that he was not as unkempt as others, so I became kind-hearted. How could I really listen to his nonsense?

Besides, do you think I look like I will be trapped by love in the future?”

"Of course not! You will definitely be in a celestial manner in the future. There will only be countless women surrounding Your Highness. If you don't want any woman, how can you be trapped by love!"

The guard said seriously.

"That's all."

He laughed, and a cynical look appeared on his slightly tender face.

He was not interested in those Yingying and Yanyan at all, and he was not interested in practicing.

Will a woman who makes him trapped in love appear in the future?

He didn't believe it at all.

As the crown prince of Dongchen Kingdom, his mother is the daughter of the head of the Shenwu Sect. After a country, there is no doubt that he will be the future crown prince of Dongchen Kingdom.

He was sang by stars since he was a child. In this world, there are only things he has tired of playing with.

south?

After traveling through the Sunset Mountains, it is called the south of the Jiuxiao Continent. For example, the Wuji Dynasty, what will he do in the south if he has nothing to do?

Shaking his head, Song Yiyang, who was only eleven or twelve years old, quickly threw this little thing behind his mind and never thought about it again.

In a flash, Song Yiyang's 21st birthday was coming.

He celebrated his birthday at the Shenwu Sect grandfather and drank a lot of good wine that day.

Grandpa sent him a few women.

He was dressed in red, flamboyant and charmingly fragrant with wine. His narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, watching several beautiful women throwing their arms to him.

He refused everyone, hugging him from both sides.

When a woman feeds wine, he drinks it, and when a woman feeds grapes, he eats it too.

But the woman wanted to take off his clothes and was kicked out by him.

"Your Highness, please spare me!"

Several stunning women quickly knelt on the ground, annoying him somewhere.

"You don't meet my own appetite, get out."

Song Yiyang drove the person out.

When the man left tremblingly, he sneered, "As such a person, you still want to defile the prince's body?"

No one has the courage.

"The women in this world are either mediocre, snobbish, or greedy, boring and boring."

He kicked the wine jar at his feet.

"Your Highness, the headmaster asked you to come here."

It was noon at sunset, and a sound woke up Song Yiyang who was sleeping soundly.

The sun shone in, and his red clothes spread out, his black hair was as ink and his skin was as white as porcelain. Even his brows frowned, without any loss of his appearance.

"What's up?"

He yawned and sat up from the carpet, his eyes a little confused.

"It's a very important thing, you'll know when you go."

People outside said.

"knew."

Song Yi raised her up, took a slow and elegant look, and did not let more people outside wait.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The door opened and the person outside lowered his head to him.

He is Xuyuan, the saint son of the Shenwu Sect.

"Let's go Xuyuan, grandpa asked you to come here. I guess things are indeed very important."

Song Yiyang changed into a red dress again, this one was dark red, which made his facial features look even more overly ostentatious.

Ordinary people can't suppress the red color at all, only him. This red dress seems to be the finishing touch, adding more sense of indulgence to him.

"It's about the Wuji Dynasty."

Walking on the road, Xuyuan revealed.

Song Yiyang nodded, suddenly pointed to the martial arts venue and said, "That woman seems to have been very close to you last time."

A beautiful girl over there was meditating and practicing, and there were several men beside her.

Xuyuan looked over, and a hint of tenderness appeared on his face without any expression. He nodded and said, "That is Xiaowei, the girl I love."

"How did Gu see her flirting with several other men last time? Are you sure she likes you too?"

Song Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.

He remembered that the woman seemed to be named Mu Ningwei.

Xuyuan frowned immediately and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, don't talk nonsense. Xiaowei's mind is pure, how can he flirt with other men?

Your Highness must have read it wrong.”
Chapter completed!