I stood there and silently pondered the meaning of the poem.

However, although the apparent meaning of this poem is not difficult, there are many specific words that I don't understand, especially the word "Luoshen" - if you can know what the two important words at the beginning of the ancient poem represent, then the meaning of the whole poem can be explained......

However, just as I was thinking hard and trying to understand the meaning of this poem, Bing Cube Ling, who was standing next to me, suddenly said to the old man in Mai:

"If you have anything to say, just tell her quickly, my time is running out. ”

Hearing the very unlucky words of Bing Cube Ling, my thoughts were immediately interrupted. I looked up and looked at his chest with some concern:

"You ......"

However, before I could speak, Bing Cube Ling glanced at me lightly and said calmly:

"I'm fine, just listen carefully, he'll tell you a lot of things you want to know. ”

After that, he no longer paid attention to me with a confused face, just turned around by himself, walked to a big tree, sat on the ground, closed his eyes gently, and started the classic "close your eyes and recuperate" mode.

Looking at him looking like he had handed me over to the old man in Mai, I shook my head helplessly: This guy's willfulness and self, Lao Tzu has also learned not a day or two, instead of reasoning with him, it is better to quickly learn some important things from this old man's mouth.

After thinking about it, I turned my head and stopped looking at the ice cube Ling Na, and said respectfully to the old man in sackcloth:

"Senior, I don't know yet...... What should I call you?"

The old man in Mai's eyes had been staring at Bing Cu Ling's body, and his gaze at Bing Cu Ling was indescribably complicated. After hearing me speak, he turned his head, and his solemn expression gradually retreated, replaced by a very comfortable and kind smile:

"Hehe, little girl, the old man's name is Mu Guiren, you can just call me Grandpa Mu. ”

Hear the name of the old man in Mai. Suddenly, a very familiar feeling flashed through my heart: Mu Guiren...... I think I've heard it somewhere.

Wait a minute!

I thought about it for a long time, and my heart was suddenly shocked: Mu Guiren...... He, isn't he the famous Zhongnan Mountain miracle doctor and Mu Xuanqing's grandfather in Wang Quan's mouth - "Mu Sanzhen"!?

When I finally remembered the true identity of this old man in sackcloth, my whole person was a little bad - this world. Isn't it a little too small!

I stood there in a daze, stunned to look at the smiling old man in Mai in front of me - oh no, now I should say that it is Mr. Mu Sanzhen. I looked at Mu Lao a little at a loss, rubbing my hands in embarrassment, not knowing what to say; But he was still that amiable look, he looked at me who was dumbfounded, smiled and shook his head:

"It seems necessary to tell you something...... Come, come over here. ”

Mu Lao said that, and then walked towards a tree stump with a cane. I saw that he was struggling to walk, so I hurried to him and carried him to the stump:

"Mu ...... Grandpa, be careful. I whispered.

"Alas...... People are old. It's useless. Mu Lao raised his eyes to look at me, smiled and sighed, and then said:

"But you girl, you live up to the name I chose for you. ”

When I heard his old man mention my name again, my curiosity was aroused by him again—what is so special about my name?

And just when I was wondering, Mu Lao had already walked up to the stump the size of a small horse—it was a large tree that had been cut down, and only a little trunk was left that was exposed to the ground, but despite this, it could still be judged. What kind of branches and vicissitudes of life did this big tree have?

At this time, the sky had begun to glow a little, and I helped Mu Lao to sit slowly on the stump. I saw that he put aside the crutch at random, took out a dry tobacco pouch from the placket of his coat, and took out a match from the side pocket.

"Uhhh

With the faint sound of a match slicing through the phosphorus coating, Mu Lao lit the cigarette pouch in his hand.

I stood quietly beside Mu Lao, watching him squint slightly in the faint light of the morning sun. Sitting on the stump of the tree and swallowing the clouds and mist, at that moment, I even had an illusion - I felt that this big tree that had been cut down was as if it was one with the old man in front of me......

Just when I was enjoying this "old man drunk smoke picture" in a daze, Mu Lao, who was sitting on the stump, finally spoke again:

"Girl, do you know that when I was born, it was also such a morning......

After that, the old man's eyes swept me slightly, and then his gaze turned to the shining place in the sky, as if he had fallen into some memory, and was silent for a long time.

Hearing Mu Lao's words, my heart trembled inexplicably: When I was born......

However, just as I was trying to grab something, Mu Lao, who was sitting on the stump, knocked the cigarette pouch in his hand and said to me with a smile:

"Sit down, girl, feel free, don't be nervous. ”

"Uh...... Good. ”

Looking at his eyes like a wave of ancient wells, I seemed to be soaked in the cool well water in an instant, and the whole person suddenly became a lot quieter, I answered softly, and sat on the grass casually, quietly waiting for his old man's next words.

Watching me sit on the ground, Mu Lao finally began to remember me - the old voice sounded, like an old-fashioned gramophone, and when people listened to it, there was a kind of tranquility flowing from the bones:

"It was the summer of '95, the summer of your birth......

At that time, I was quite strong, and I liked to travel and show people hexagrams, because it was also a good thing for us.

However, it is also fate, that summer, I happened to travel around Heilongjiang, and I met you to be born, which can be regarded as the meaning of God......"

When Mu Lao said this, he sighed slightly:

"Alas, the time is also, and the life is also ......"

Hearing his old man's sigh, I scratched my head in confusion:

"What's wrong, Grandpa Mu?"

Mu Lao looked at me with a confused face, shook his head slowly, took a puff of his cigarette pouch, and continued:

"I still remember that it was a very ordinary summer night, and I had just finished counting the eight characters for an old man in a small village in Heilongjiang Province, and was about to say goodbye, and the old man knew that I was leaving, so he sent me out of the house with a thousand thanks--strange to say, I had never been in the habit of stargazing outside, but that day, somehow, I looked up--

Alas, it doesn't matter what you see: I saw that the golden dragon in the Seven Nights of the East was faintly showing some signs of magnification at this time, and it was even accompanied by bursts of black light—this was a great omen!

Because Kang Jinlong was the main culprit, and at this time, I was very frightened: I don't know what such a dangerous astrological sign portends?

Looking at the faintly blackened golden dragon in the eastern sky, I didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly returned to my lodgings, took out the tortoise shell, and made a divination—but the result surprised me so much that I even began to wonder if it was my own problem.

I held the tortoise shell and looked at it for a long time, and only after making sure that I had made a mistake in judgment did I dare to write down the hexagram - even today, I still remember that the hexagram was:

The ninth day of the first month: the hidden dragon, don't use it, to the east, when you encounter water, you will get the way-"

"Wait...... Wait a minute, what does this hexagram mean?" I listened to Mu Lao's words with relish, but when I heard this professional term, I was a little confused, and then I hurriedly spoke, temporarily interrupting Mu Lao's memories.

"Hehe, little girl, if it is a hexagram, it is very knowledgeable, we don't have time to say it in such detail now," Mu Lao said with a smile, and after speaking, he also glanced at Bing Fang Ling, who was sitting not far from us.

I followed Mu Lao's gaze and saw Bing Fang Ling's pale face, although I was very curious, I was still more worried about his safety - immediately, I had no choice but to collapse my face and sigh:

"Uh...... Alas, well. (To be continued.) )