Dong Zhengwu for a promise, every year Ling Dong will stay in the Changchun Valley in Zichen Mountain for a month, not only to keep this promise, but also to wait for the purple flowers to bloom, and the purple flowers that reconcile yin and yang will bloom in twenty years, and this is eighteen years, eighteen years, after taking over the purple flowers from the ethereal hands of the prison, Dong Zhengwu will come here every year to take care of the purple flowers, and at the same time he is also studying the ethereal manuscripts in the prison, rain or shine, never stopping.

Fu Yuancai admires this person in his heart, because he is a person who lives out of himself, but keeps his promises, which is far stronger than the so-called spirit of winning contracts now.

"Actually, I'm the one you're waiting for. ”

Fu Yuancai thought about it for a while, and decided to tell Dong Zhengwu about it, after all, people had waited for him for eighteen years, and how many eighteen years of life could be wasted.

"Three questions. "Dong Zhengwu has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has long passed the age of his cronies.

Fu Yuancai said: "Please speak." ”

Dong Zhengwu took out a yellowed piece of paper from his arms, and carefully opened it, the piece of paper is very old, I am afraid that it is many years old, the piece of paper is very clean, there is no trace of filth, obviously Dong Zhengwu is very careful about the preservation of the piece of paper.

Dong Zhengwu drew the same picture and said: "The first question, what is your favorite food? The second question, what kind of woman do you like? The third question, do you hate your father?"

Dong Zhengwu's words fell, and there was a bang, and a memory that had been sealed for a long time exploded in Fu Yuancai's mind, and at this moment he remembered that on the dilapidated street, the blind Taoist priest who was always regarded as a liar with his face covered, Fu Yuancai remembered very clearly, this blind Taoist priest had also asked himself such a question back then, and that was when he was very young......

Ten-year-old Fu Yuancai jumped and rushed to the alley at the corner, with joy and excitement in his eyes. Prostitutes, killers and other ninth-rate characters, of course, also include a fortune teller with a covered face.

The stall of the old road is opened at the mouth of the alley, opposite is a serious green building, eat this line of food has to go to the place where there are many people, there are more people to have a way to make money, if you dress yourself up again, fairy wind bones, white beard fluttering, even if you don't learn no skills, you are also a trustworthy person.

It's a pity that the blind old Taoist is not this kind of person, on the contrary, he is still a dirty person, with his face covered, demon-like hands with a stained robe, like a refugee more than like a fortune teller, the appearance is not successful, and naturally he will not meet a few wronged heads, this dress always spontaneously carries the feeling of rejecting people, at least this smell on his body is like this, so every day, almost no one has seen him tell fortunes, but he is always happy to get out of the stall and bask in the sun.

Others may be afraid of the ethereal appearance of prison, but Fu Yuancai likes to be close to him very much, since the age of seven, Lao Dao rescued Fu Yuancai under the hooves of the nobleman, and broke an arm for this, the two became good friends, Fu Yuancai always helped Lao Dao clean up the stall and tidy up the house, and Lao Dao would often take some delicious food to Fu Yuancai, especially roast chicken and sugar gourd.

Good friends set up stalls naturally have to hold a money field, no money has to hold a personal field, Fu Yuancai's pocket is cleaner than his face, but he thinks he is full of spirit, he still decides to come to the prison here every day to help, thinking of this, Fu Yuancai's saliva flowed, and his steps became faster and faster.

"Old blind man, there are no guests today?"

Far away, the ethereal stall in the prison has already opened, and the people are still the same, crossing Erlang's legs, and shouting lazily: "Medical astrology, bruises, past and future, broken marriage, books, paper and painting fans, novels and stories, is there anyone, someone will come to hold a scene, one person has three money, the immortal knows everything, omnipotent, medical divination astrology, bruises and injuries......"

Yes, just this half-dead appearance, the ghost came to find bad luck, if it wasn't for the opposite of the largest green building in Dingyang City, it is estimated that even a person can't see it.

Prison Ethereal Ears shook, obviously heard Fu Yuancai's voice, and shouted weakly: "Little bastard, you're here." ”

Fu Yuan came up and looked east and west, looking like he was looking for something.

"Don't look for it, it's here. ”

The prison lazily took out the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper from his arms, threw it on the table, and looked at the monkey so anxious that Fu Yuancai said: "Eat slowly, it's all yours, no one will rob you." ”

Fu Yuancai happily nibbled on the roast chicken, and while eating with a mouth full of oil, he said vaguely: "Old blind man, I see you out of the stall every day, and no one comes, where did you get the money to buy so many good things?"

The corner of his ethereal eyes glanced at the opposite Deqinglou and said, "See that." ”

Fu Yuancai nodded, and continued in a misty manner: "Back then, the old man was suave, the jade tree was in the wind, and there were more women around me who loved me than in this building, so I would be short of money?"

Fu Yuancai looked at the prison with disdain and said, "More than a hundred, can you eat it?"

"Ahem. Prison Miao coughed violently a few times, reached out and knocked on Fu Yuancai's head fiercely, and said angrily: "Aimu, I'm talking about Aimu." ”

"It's a good thing to say, it's not about eating soft rice. Fu Yuancai covered his headache and exhaled, looking at the ethereal posture of the prison and trying to beat himself, his eyes rolled and he hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Old blind man, let me ask you, you were so arrogant back then, how did you become like this now." ”

"That's called chic, not arrogant, your master has taught you something. ”

Then, Prison Miao sighed and said: "I met a group of people I shouldn't know back then, went to a place I shouldn't go, and now I'm doing what I have to do for the sake of kindness." ”

"That old blind man, if you don't want to do it, you can not do it, be a man, you have to be happy, well, this is what the butcher's daughter Erniu said on the street, she is more than 150 pounds, and she has no heart and lungs, but she is likable. ”

The prison was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked with a cheap look: "Little bastard, what is your favorite food in your life?"

Fu Yuancai raised the roast chicken without thinking and shouted, "Sugar gourd!"

The prison ethereal face sank and said angrily: "You are holding up the roast chicken, what kind of sugar gourd are you shouting." ”

"Because I'm eating roast chicken, I haven't eaten sugar gourd, of course I like to eat what I haven't eaten. ”

"So greedy at a young age, be careful to eat too much and lose your teeth. ”

"My father-in-law said that you can grow taller if you eat more, not to mention a roast chicken, even if there is another one, I can eat it. ”

Fu Yuancai patted his stomach with his greasy hand nonchalantly, making a clanging sound.

Immediately afterwards, the prison thief said awkwardly: "Little bastard, be serious, what kind of woman do you like?"

When Fu Yuancai heard this, his eyes couldn't help but drift towards the direction of the Qinglou, where there was a group of Qinglou women, who got up lazily and stood on the fence basking in the sun, and when they saw Fu Yuancai's little head turned to look at him, he didn't forget to greet him and throw a wink.

"Hey, hey. ”

Although he couldn't see it, he could imagine what Fu Yuancai looked like now, and with a meaningful smile, he picked up a bowl of water and was about to drink it.

"I like Erniu. ”

"Poof!"

A mouthful of cool white spurted out, and the prison misty asked in shock: "That fat, stupid, and freckleled eight-year-old girl from Butcher Zhang's family?"

"That's right. ”

"Why?"

"Because she is so happy every day, I don't have to go to a private school to study and practice martial arts with my father-in-law like me, I envy her every time I see her, eat and sleep, how happy she should be when she sleeps and eats!"

Fu Yuancai's face was innocent and yearning, and he almost picked up the fortune-telling sign and called Fu Yuancai's face in a hurry.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, isn't this a pig?

Reciting the meditation mantra silently, the prison ethereal forcibly pressed down the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, and said in a slightly trembling and flat voice: "Then do you hate your father?"

Fu Yuancai looked at the prison with an idiot look on his face and replied: "I only know my father-in-law, what is my father?" I haven't seen it, since I can remember, I only rely on my father-in-law, but now there is an old blind man, I like you." ”

"Haha. ”

The prison ethereal heart suddenly felt much happier, and the old voice wandered happily in the streets and alleys.

Fu Yuancai looked at the prison and smiled happily, and laughed dryly twice, and then buried his head and continued to nibble on the roast chicken.

Listening to Fu Yuancai's sound of eating roast chicken, he laughed more and more heartily......

"So my answer is, Sugar Gourd, Erniu and I like you. ”

Fu Yuancai quietly wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, answered the question cleanly, Dong Zhengwu nodded, and then carefully folded the piece of paper and put it on his chest.

"Come here, give me your hand. ”

Dong Zhengwu beckoned Fu Yuancai to step forward, and Fu Yuancai already understood what Dong Zhengwu meant, so he happily stepped forward and stretched out his hand in front of Dong Zhengwu.

Dong Zhengwu stretched out three fingers and put them on Fu Yuancai's pulse, squinted his eyes slightly, and explored carefully, and a stream of air drove straight into the pulse of his wrist, reaching his heart......