"I'm a rough man, if Mr. Xu hadn't promised to take me to Zhezhou, I guess I would still be working on the dock and working hard."

There are a lot of things to say to Xu Mo from an unknown source, and he said a lot, but Xu Mo in a coma still did not move.

Perhaps, the current Xu Mo is the easiest time.

After seeing Xu Mo as a divination, he vomited and diarrhea.

I have also seen that every late night, Xu Mo covered his chest, endured the pain, and muffled.

Recalling the scene of the first meeting with Xu Mo, he wanted to laugh when he came from an unknown place, looking at Xu Mo's appearance at this time, he was more bitter.

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There was once a man who said he wanted to be a poet. A man who can only live by hard work can't read a book smoothly, how can he make a poem.

For the first time in my life, I spent a lot of money for myself, just to buy a poetry collection and learn how to compose poetry.

Because, in the past, Xu Mo's eyes were bright, and he said such a thing with a serious face.

"The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie is flying south, which is not a good sign."

I looked at the clear sky from an unknown source, and I couldn't tell where the moon was or where the black magpie was.

Xu Mo took off his clothes, and guaranteed with that immortal wind dao bone and ten thousand years of Taoism that he was the authority.

That lean rib, I don't know how to look at it, and I can't tell that he is a tall person. However, the name of the only fortune teller in Canghai City still made Xu Mo, who came from an unknown place, believe that this Xu Mo suddenly stopped him.

Xu Mo didn't care about the doubts of unknown origin.

As if seeing the concerns of unknown origin, the white-bearded old man pulled out a Wang Mazi brand kitchen knife, and the knife glowed with cold light.

The old man didn't blink, and the manual knife followed, and he shouted.

Click~

Tut-tut, the kitchen knife is missing.

Ribs, oh no, there is only a shallow mark on the bones.

Lao Dao wiped his chest with satisfaction, and proudly glanced at the unknown source.

Shaking his head from an unknown source, maybe this is really a master, in case he accidentally bumped into him and let go of a good marriage in vain, it would not be a big loss.

"Then, Master."

"You."

"Eh, master, I'm here."

I didn't dare to speak out loud when I came from, and I replied respectfully to the old way.

Lao Dao touched his beard, his head was still tilted, and said, "Don't call me master, my generation of cultivators never care about fame, you call me Wudao." ”

The source is unknown: "Okay Master of the Dao, no problem Master of the Dao." ”

"I'm going to divinate for you, I said it in advance, water has no normal hexagram, everything in the world is always changing, whether you can seize this marriage depends on your own efforts."

After speaking, the five long fingers traced out the irregular movement that the path was unknown and incomprehensible.

Holding his breath and concentrating, the heart of unknown origin reached his throat and eyes.

He is unknown, he finally has a chance to get off the list, and he can finally hold hands with small hands and wantonly sprinkle dog food?!

recalled that his mother would always pat him on the head and say angrily: "It's time to add a small one to our family, you don't always have to work, but also look for the woman you like." If you don't help you take a look, the little flower next door is very good, you haven't seen her ass, it's a good ......"

Unknown smiled bitterly, he understood what his mother meant, but he felt that he couldn't eat Xiaohua, although he was a strong man, but compared to Xiaohua, he didn't know how to feel that his muscles couldn't handle Xiaohua.

Five minutes later, Master Wudao finally stopped divination and said, "Poetry." ”

Unknown source: "Poetry? ”

Master Wudao: "That's right, you have to learn to compose poetry." It is the so-called summer rain lotus on the shore of Daming Lake, and the poet of the cang. The way is unknown, learn poetry, compose poetry, and chant poetry to achieve your wishes. ”

I don't know what it means, and what does it have to do with finding a partner and composing poetry.

He, the origin is unknown, although he is not a great poet, but he is also a great talent who has written 108,000 magicians, this level of education, that is a bar.

"Master, I still don't understand the use of composing poetry, urban life is so fast-paced, is anyone still willing to listen to my poetry?"

Master Wudao didn't answer, stretched out one hand in front of Lao Wan, and made a small gesture.

"Oh, I see, the master must have consumed too much divination. It's a little meaning, and please smile at the master. ”

One, two, three...... The red banknote symbolizes the bleeding heart of the unknown source, and if more blood can be changed to an object that grows old hand in hand, the unknown source still thinks that this wave is not a loss.

You see, when the master receives the money, these tears come out. The master is a good silver.

"Heaven must not be divulged."

The first encounter with Xu Mo was in Canghai City.

Thinking of that time, Xu Mo was not as old as he is now, full of vitality.

Some embarrassed, and some sad.

Inexplicably, the origin is unknown.

"Mr. Xu is dead."

Plainly, hearing the footsteps of Sean and Clestian, he seemed to know that it was them, and he said without raising his head.

"Not dead yet, still breathing."

Sean then spoke, waving his hand at Chrystian to keep him from getting into trouble.

Squatting beside Xu Mo, looking at Xu Mo, who had more air in and less breath, "It seems that my joke has come true, I said you, it's really unlucky." I can't get the life-saving medicine back, you didn't tell me the answer to the hexagram, count me unlucky, I will burn some paper money for you every year today, so that you can live a better life below. ”

Xu Mo is helpless, Sean has been prepared.

felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, after all, Xu Mo became like this because of him.

Hand over the money in his pocket to the unknown hand, "This money will buy him a better coffin, even if it is ...... Even if I give him the hexagram. ”

After saying that, Sean called out to Chrystian, they still have very important things to do in this world.

Encountering strange things and strange people, Sean didn't dare to stay in this world for too long, and he didn't want to waste time in Calder's trials.

Xu Mo's matter, he can only say sorry.

"What a sad profession to be a fortune teller."

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"Fortune teller, what a pathetic profession, is it worth it to count your life and lose your life?"

After Sean and Chrystian left, they looked at Xu Mo from an unknown source and were stunned.

He didn't know that there was a familiar person standing in the air watching Xu Mo's miserable situation and sighing.

Do not ask for life in anything, do not ask God in everything.

Su Yan frowned, as if his arm had been bitten by a mosquito, and then fell asleep again.

A thin line of whiskers fell from the sky and landed on Xu Mo's withered, blood-stained mouth.

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A dream, a long dream, hazy and empty in the dream, but it is really incomparable.

In a small world, he is the only seedling, curious about the world and lonely.

Every once in a while, a woman with long hair and waist-length and dressed in white would come to him.

He likes to listen to her voice because she is very gentle and will say a lot to him.

Every time she came, she would say a lot of things.

There were birds flying in the sky, and today a small animal accidentally broke into her home, which scared her a lot.

Or, she was so sad that she just stroked him and didn't say anything.

Sometimes, when it comes to happy places, she always complains, "I've said so much, why can't you respond to me." ”

Even if he couldn't speak, he kept in mind what he wanted to reply to her, and waited until one day when he could speak, and then told the woman one by one that he didn't answer her words, but that he couldn't speak at that time.

The days passed, and each time, her arrival not only passed his boring days, but also watered his body.

Day by day, thrive.

From a small seedling, it gradually took shape.

The red, viscous liquid is his favorite and the taste he misses the most.

I don't know how long it took for him to go through such days, but he only remembered a long, long, long time, so long that he forgot what he was like in the first place.

I forget when she stopped coming to his side to talk to him.

I forgot when I couldn't remember what she looked like.

"Yo, crying, it seems to be really sad."

The self-hanging man smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes for Su Yan, after he had done everything, he just had to wait for Su Yan to wake up from his dream.

The outside matters are solved one by one, and no one owes him, and no one owes him.

A thick fog shrouds the truth ahead, and the feeling of danger and mystery makes people dare not step into it easily.

The self-hanging man knew that this was just a warning.

Peel back the fog and see the truth, the truth he has been striving for is here.

"You have to wake up quickly...... Forget it, I'll let you think about the old days, I don't care about waiting a little longer. ”

[Two small guesses, hanging southeast branches. 】

[The full moon is sad on the night, hanging the southeast branch. 】

[I don't know what the girl thinks, and quickly hang the southeast branch. 】

[If the two love for a long time, it is better to hang the southeast branch. 】

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"Sir, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, probably my delusion, I always feel like someone is watching us from the sky."

Chrystian heard Sean's words and looked up.

Leaving the mountains, a little light in the distance is a harbinger of the rising sun.

The rain clouds dispersed, so to speak, without any obstruction from view.

"Master, why didn't I see anything?"

"Probably my delusion."

Sean said nonchalantly, remembering something, and asked, "Chrystian, are you serious about what you said before?" ”

Half-kneeling on the ground, Chrystian replied very seriously: "Chrystian doesn't dare to deceive the master, master, our time is running out." ”

Sean nodded and sighed.

Time is always like this, inadvertently and secretly passing, and when I am in a hurry, I realize that time is running out.

"Forget it, it's my business, let's go, Chrystian, let's go to Yancheng and fight with Yan Huainan."

"Yes, sir."