In 228 A.D....

It was getting late, it was already evening, and the previously bustling wet market had been deserted after closing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBut there is a long queue in front of a small simple hut next to the vegetable market, and there has been a lot of queue here since early in the morning, and the people in the queue are waiting for their turn as soon as possible.

In front of the door of the hut was an ordinary wooden table, on which a white cloth was spread. A strange-looking young man of about twenty years old in a yellow robe sat behind a desk, although his bones were wonderful, but he had a sense of immortal wind and bones. There is a flag next to the table, and the flag reads "Guan's Divination".

"Mr. Guan, no, Master Guan, my family's ploughing cow was lost two days ago, and my family's land cultivation is inseparable from that cow, please ask the master for guidance, so that I can find the cow!" A peasant-dressed man sitting at the table kept bowing his head to the steward and asking him to do the divination for his cow.

"Well, don't worry, let me do the math." Guan Lu closed his eyes, his left hand kept pinching, and after a while, he opened his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Your ox is now in a valley more than ten miles from here, and if you go westward, find a few more people to search there, and you will find it." After speaking, the pipe let out a long sigh of relief. "Sheng Hui fifty dollars."

"Yes, thank you, Master!" The peasant man was overjoyed, respectfully offered the commission, then stood up and bowed before leaving. The people in the back of the queue were talking.

"Hey, it's really fake, the cow hasn't found it yet, so he'll collect the money first, is he a god stick? He couldn't really know where the cow really was, could he? ”

"But have you ever heard of the master of the Steward's inaccurate divination? Anyway, I haven't heard of hundreds of people a day who makes him diviner, and it is said that he never misses a single one! ”

"So amazing? Really?! ”

"It's getting late, folks, please go back, and please be early tomorrow." The manager ignored the comments of the people in line, but only bowed to the villagers in line and apologized, and the villagers gradually dispersed.

The steward moved the table and stall tools back to his small thatched hut of more than ten square meters. It was already dark, and the pipe was relieved for a long time, ready to cook.

The beads on the curtain suddenly made a "ding" sound, as if a gust of wind was blowing into the hut, and the pipe looked up at the door of the hut suddenly, and a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the hut.

"Hello Mr. Guan, the old man has come from afar and wants to ask you to help me with divination." A calm and deep old man's voice reached the ears of the pipe.

The candle flame was dim, and the pipe could not see the face and facial features of the elderly man at the door, but could only see the lower body of the man, who was wearing a gray robe, tall and thin, quite like a scholar and bachelor.

The middle-aged man was slightly startled after reading it, but quickly regained his composure. "The guest is late, I have already packed up the props, it is inconvenient to divide, Your Excellency, please go back." The manager wanted to send the middle-aged man away.

"It's not easy for the old man to come from afar, and I asked my husband to divinate for me, and the old man will thank him heavily." The middle-aged man resolutely refused to leave.

Guan Qian felt that this person was a little strange, and his right hand pinched slightly, and he was immediately relieved.

"It seems that Your Excellency has indeed come from afar, and you will be at your service, please take a seat!" The steward remained silent and beckoned the old man to sit down in front of the book. The old man sat down at some point, and sat down in front of the chariot. Only then did he see the old man's face clearly, the old man in front of him

"I already know the meaning of your coming, dare to ask your Excellency whether you are asking for a hexagram for yourself or for someone else?" The manager asked the old man a question

"Since you know the old man's intention, why do you ask for the hexagram?" The old man asked rhetorically.

The steward just smiled faintly and didn't answer the old man's question. "Your Excellency is not an ordinary person, and your Excellency also knows seven or eight times out of ten, so why do you need to ask again?" The old man was asked by the manager, and he deliberately pronounced the words "not an extraordinary person" a little more.

The old man said slowly. "For more than a decade, I have been following my most proud protégé, and I have seen him and his monarch wander from place to place, and I am really sad in my heart, but I also know that destiny is difficult to do. I used to ask Xu Zi to look at my student, and Xu Shao said that my student was the dragon and phoenix among people, and he was a great minister, but it was a pity... Alas, although the old man has gone west, he really pities my student, Mr. is a famous person of the hexagram, I hope that Mr. can occupy a hexagram for the old man's student, but the old man's wish has been fulfilled. ”

"Mr. Shui Jing is a world-renowned scholar. I just hate that my life is not at the right time, and I can't ask Mr. Shuijing for advice. Mr. is already embarrassed, but he is still concerned about the student, Guan is willing to be a disciple of Mr. to fulfill Mr. wishes. Guan Lu suddenly said Mr. Shuijing's name.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and nodded. "Then there's Mr. Law."

"Mr. Shuijing is full of peach and plums all over the world, but I can be called the most proud protégé, I think it should be Zhuge Liang, the military advisor under Liu Bei's account, I don't know if Guan Mou's conjecture is correct?" Guan Zhen turned his face sideways and looked at the old man in front of him who called himself Mr. Shui Jing, or more accurately, the heroic spirit of Mr. Shui Jing.

"Hehe, the god of divination really lives up to its name. My uncompetitive student has a somewhat stubborn personality, in fact, he may also know what will happen in the future, but he always believes that he can change the arrangement of fate, I hope you can help him with another divination to see if it is consistent with Xu Shaozhi's statement.

"Wait for me to count it." Guan Yuan closed his eyes, his right hand quickly calculated, and sweat began to break out on his head. About a quarter of an hour later, the fingers of the pipe stopped. He grabbed his pen, quickly wrote some words on the divination note, and handed it to Mr. Shui Jing.

Mr. Shui Jing didn't take the note, he just glanced at it, and then slowly read it out word by word: The world is divided into three points, Wolong Panchuan, although it has its people, it has not been timed. After reading it, Mr. Shui Jing closed his eyes and sighed, and said softly: "Sure enough, it is consistent with Xu Shaozhi's hexagram before, this is fate, fate!"

"The history is vast, rushing forward, how can it change because of personal wishes, please rest assured, sir, everything is a certainty." The steward spoke comforting words.

"Yes, how can the number of lives be changed by individuals? Mr. Xie enlightened, and I felt at ease. Mr. Shuijing's heroic spirit bowed his hand to the pipe, and a strange wind suddenly blew in the small hut.

"Wait," the pipe called out to Mr. Water Mirror's heroic spirit. Although history cannot be changed, history will repeat itself, maybe when he repeats itself one day, there will be a new atmosphere, why not be open-minded? Guan Lu suddenly said some unique insights to Mr. Shui Jing.

Mr. Shui Jing was silent for a moment, and then suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled. "What the gentleman said is extremely true, it is the old man and the mediocre who disturb himself. Mr.'s words made the old man Mao Sai pause, and when we witness the repetition of history together, the old man will also wait and see. ”

The wind in the hut suddenly became stronger, so that the pipe could not open his eyes. When the wind stopped, Guan Lu opened his eyes, and Mr. Mirror's spirit was gone. On the book table, there was a bunch of silver taels with white flowers, and Guan Lu picked it up and looked at it, it was about 500 taels, and Guan Zhen shook his head with a wry smile.

Decades later, Mr. Shuijing's tomb was affected by the flood, and when people moved the tomb, Mr. Shuijing's coffin accidentally fell open, and people were surprised to find that Mr. Shuijing's coffin only had books and notes, and there were no valuables such as gold and silver to accompany the burial, and according to the memories of Mr. Shuijing's students, they did put real money and silver in the coffin to express their gratitude to the teacher, and the cash and silver were dispersed, I am afraid that the spirit of Mr. Shuijing showed the wind of incorruptibility, which is a later story.