In front of the market, I saw an eight-zhang sycamore standing upright, dividing the originally continuous shops into two, which was very conspicuous.

According to the older generation, this ancient plane tree has a history of 1,000 years and has witnessed the years of Ningcheng.

The ancient tree is lush, with branches and leaves hanging down, and the red ribbon dancing on it, which is the good prayer of the people.

Sycamore for a thousand years, longevity and spirit, can ask fate, everyone believes.

Therefore, this prayer belt full of trees is the people's prayer for the future, or the complaint of the current suffering. Whether it works or not, no one knows.

At this time, the crowd gathered under the sycamore tree, which attracted Su Chen's attention.

I saw a ragged old man who was close to the sixtieth birthday, sitting under the tree, looking like an old god, and in front of it, three small bowls that looked a little broken were placed on a white canvas, from time to time it was emitting a faint green glow, revealing a little magic.

"Tong Su is not bullied, waiting for those who are destined. Two lines of crooked handwriting, distributed on both sides of the canvas, are very awkward, it seems to be the endorsement of these three broken bowls, but the broken words are matched with broken bowls, and the two are quite a match.

"Look, this old man who killed a thousand knives Hanako has come out to deceive again, it's really hateful. At this time, a young man in the crowd suddenly pointed at the old man and said viciously.

Just last month, this old god stick had the audacity to sell a broken bowl to Mo Er Gongzi, saying that it was excavated from the ancient cemetery, and that there was a great creation, and it was vouched for by his life, but the next day, guess what happened?"

"What?"

"Speak ......"

"What the hell is going on?"

Everyone around was curious, asking again and again, one after another.

"The broken bowl was shattered, and there was not even any slag left. The thin man said.

"What? This old guy even dares to deceive Second Master Mo? That's the genius of our Mo Yu family in Ningcheng! Isn't this old guy afraid of retaliation?" said a cultivator who looked a little older, his expression incredulous.

"Aren't you afraid?" the thin man snorted coldly, and continued:

The second son of Mo led a group of house slaves to settle accounts with the old guy the next day, intending to tear it alive, but who knew that when the old guy saw the battle, he didn't say a word, didn't stop for a moment, and fled out of the city. ”

"Shameless, scum like this should be crushed to ashes and die with no place to bury. Then with the strength of Mo Er Gongzi, this old liar must not end well, right?" a man who was curious about the whole incident chimed in, but then frowned, looking a little puzzled.

"But what about the old man in front of him?" Apparently he couldn't figure out why the old man had reappeared.

"Hiss"

The thin man, who seemed to know the whole thing very well, took a breath and said with some uncertainty:

"What happened after the old call Hanako escaped, but there was no news coming out, and it seemed that it was blocked by the Mo Yu family. However, according to the grapevine, this old man Hanako seems to have used some despicable methods, his escape skills are beyond ordinary people, and his strange skills seem to be prepared for the purpose of deception and deception. ”

More and more people gathered here, and the bad deeds of the old man named Hanako were also known to everyone, and for a while, everyone around was indignant and condemned.

Although everyone criticized it, this old flower didn't seem to hear it, and it was settled.

Su Chen, who was mixed in the crowd, also understood the whole thing, so he was no longer curious, cursed the "old god stick", and turned around to leave.

But at this moment, the old man who was as steady as Mount Tai actually opened his eyes, and a pair of cloudy eyes looked at Su Chen.

"Little doll, do you know your fate?"

The sound was not loud or small, like the sound of turning a book, which just reached Su Chen's ears.

Su Chen paused and stopped.

He felt a little inexplicable, and he didn't know why Lao Zhaohua asked like this, but he felt a little ridiculous.

What is fate? What is knowing fate? Is it the way of heaven? Is it the rise and fall of prosperity?

It is often said that "eight feet in life, it is difficult to find a zhang", but in fact, he can't compromise with the destiny of heaven. Although many years of scripture career have made him understand many truths, when he left the small bamboo house, he realized that the truth in the scriptures is sometimes only suitable for people in the scriptures, and there is no completely correct truth in the world, and the so-called numbers of lives are all excuses.

He didn't look back, he didn't want to answer the nonsense of the old flower, and left as soon as he left.

"Lei Hai turned into a dragon to cut love, and he was not afraid of the destiny of heaven. ”

"It turned out to be the most ruthless in the world, but the young man was ruthless but infatuated. ”

After reading it leisurely, Hua Youyou only sighed, and then slowly closed his cloudy eyes, no longer paying attention to whether Su Chen left or not.

But when he heard his words again, Su Chen's heart set off earth-shattering waves, the footsteps that had just been raised stopped in the air, and could no longer fall, the pores of his whole body were erect, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Su Chen was extremely shocked in his heart, and turned to look at the old man.

These inexplicable-sounding words may be just the words of a god stick to the onlookers, but for Su Chen, it is indeed like a boulder, with the momentum of thunder, it hit the softest place in his heart, and the memory embankment that was originally broken seemed to be about to burst in the next moment.

Panic or fear? All kinds of emotions rose in Su Chen's heart, full of contradictions.

The next moment, Su Chen ignored the strange eyes of everyone around him, one step, two steps, he slowly walked to the front of the stall, looked at the old flower, bowed, and said:

"The little baby doesn't know her fate and wants to ask for her life. ”

Su Chen was terrified, and he no longer had a trace of contempt for the old flower in front of him.

Wait quietly without a hint of impatience.

"The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and one can ask for fate. ”

Lao Zhaohua didn't open his eyes, but only spoke.

Su Chen wondered in his heart, what is this, and he was puzzled:

"The little baby is stupid and doesn't know what is one. ”

"Cut off the rags before the dust, and it is one. ”

At this time, Lao Zhaohua opened his eyes, and his eyes were cloudy.

It was still a strange word, there were no superfluous words, what was this ragged thing, Su Chen couldn't figure it out for a while.

But suddenly, Su Chen's pupils began to dilate, and he looked at the old man in surprise, with an incredible expression. When he first arrived in Ningcheng, wasn't the new caftan that replaced his worn-out clothes exactly forty-nine gold coins, and excluding the gold coins left for Tie Yi, he only had one gold coin left.

Su Chen's heart was shocked again, who is the old man called Hua, it seems to be full of magic, he knows too much, he is like a naked baby, there is no privacy at all, this feeling of being seen through makes him frightened.

Lao Zhaohua looked at Su Chen, as if he had seen through what he was thinking, so he nodded, looked at the three broken bowls in front of him, and then closed his eyes and said no more.

The three broken bowls were the same size, there was no obvious difference, Su Chen did not hesitate, and put the only remaining gold coin into the broken bowl in the middle.

"Bang Dang"

The gold coins are put into the bowl, spinning in the green mang, turning back and forth, and it is not real.

Lao Yuhua never opened his eyes, and he didn't seem to care which bowl Su Chen put the gold coin into.

"Life is determined by the heart, and the front edge can be continued. ”

Lao Minghua said lightly.

"The leading edge can be continued?"

For a while, Su Chen's heart trembled again, and the waves rose again.

"Isn't it only a few years in this world, isn't the so-called front edge everything that happens in the small bamboo house!"

"If the front edge can be continued, doesn't that mean that there is a day to reunite with the girl?"

Su Chen kept chattering, and his mind was in chaos. Countless sealed images began to flood into my mind, and the dead girl seemed to be beckoning to her. Whether it was shock or surprise, he couldn't put it into words.

Looking at the old man, Su Chen couldn't calm down for a long time, whether the old man was talking nonsense or truth, at this moment, he regarded it as the most reasonable thing in the world.

"Destiny is determined by the heart, so it is, so it is. ”

Su Chen laughed loudly, and the haze that had been shrouded in his heart for a long time seemed to have finally disappeared at this moment, making his body and mind comfortable. I don't know why, he chose to believe the old man's words unconditionally, whether the front edge can be continued, it is all determined by his heart!

Su Chen's eyes were full of respect, looking at the old flower, he patted his shirt and bowed gently.

After a long time, Su Chen left the plane tree, and a seemingly inexplicable conversation ended. As for why Lao Zhaohua knew everything about him and knew his heart for himself, he didn't ask any more questions, because he understood that some things were like what was said in the scriptures, and the word "chance" was emphasized, and the old man didn't say anything, so he didn't ask more.

But no matter what, the old man should have no ill will towards himself, but instead made his Dao heart more stable, and he was extremely grateful.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and everyone around shivered, in their eyes, Su Chen's conversation with Lao Zhaohua was like the story of an old god stick who successfully fooled a little fool, full of funny.

The crowd of onlookers is still the same, but they have not found that on the tall plane tree, a yellowed leaf is slowly falling, although there is an autumn breeze, but the leaves have not drifted with the wind, but straight down, one turn, two turns, leisurely down, and finally fell on the broken bowl in the middle.

The sycamore leaves are missing, and the tips of the leaves are open, just to reveal the three defects of the broken bowl.