The scene that happened just now made Guo Quan feel a little uneasy in his heart, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

He moved lightly, dodged left and right in the crowd, and used all his strength, and immediately shook out of the sight of Lao Wu and Xiao Wei.

When I walked to the hillside, I saw a small open space that was not very large, and the open space was surrounded by small vendors and fortune tellers.

In the center of the clearing, there are three two-person-high bronze incense burners, and the smoke in the stoves is vigorous, which makes this low hillside feel like a cloud and mist, which is a little choking.

"This little friend, I see that you are good-looking, why don't you come and let me calculate a hexagram for you!" A white-bearded old man dressed in a Taoist uniform beckoned to Guo Quan.

The corner of Guo Quan's mouth pursed a disdainful smile, since I am good-looking, then I am naturally a good character, do you still need it? Do these people think that others have no brains?

Moreover, the Taoist priest at the gate of this land temple came to tell the hexagram, and the monk didn't care, it was really peaceful.

Seeing that Guo Quan ignored him, the Taoist priest shouted at Guo Quan again: "Xiaoyou wants to find someone? ”

Guo Quan was stunned: Could this be the connector?

After a little groaning, Guo Quan walked over slowly with a smile, shook the corners of his clothes, and sat down steadily:

"Sir, do you know where the person I'm looking for is?"

"Come on, come on, little friend, you write a word, and the old man will give you a calculation, and you will definitely be able to find the person you are looking for."

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest pushed the four treasures of the study in front of Guo Quan and motioned for him to write a word.

Guo Quan groaned slightly, and wrote the word "you" with a pen.

The old Taoist priest took the paper and looked at it, then took the pen and wrote on another piece of paper and said:

"Travel, it means traveling, that is, the person you are looking for is not a local.

And this word has the meaning of traveling and playing without a fixed place, it seems that this person is not only not a local, nor a person who lives here.

This swim can be divided into 'water', 'square', 'man', 'son', the son of this person...... In other words, this person's identity is not visible. ”

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest rolled his eyes and glanced at Guo Quan, and when he saw Guo Quan's expressionless face, he continued:

"The square character in the middle of the word can be made into wooden characters, and people write '氽' on the water, and people write 'Xiu' next to the wood.

In other words, in a waterside retreat surrounded by trees, you will naturally find the person you are looking for. ”

Guo Quan stared at the old Taoist priest with half-squinted eyes: "Old man, are you wide enough?" By whom? ”

"Ouch, don't worry, don't worry, there is such a boundary to the north of this land temple, Xiaoyou just go there, and you will definitely be able to find the person you are looking for."

The old Taoist priest had a mysterious look on his face, pinched his gray beard and shook his head and said.

It's so accurate, isn't this old way actually Sister You's gang?

Guo Quan pursed the corners of his mouth, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and put it on the table: "Then I will accept your auspicious words, if I can't find anyone, I will come back to you and ask you for advice!" ”

The two words Guo Quan said lightly, with a smile in his eyes, but the old Taoist priest felt a chill, this kid was obviously threatening him!

The old Taoist priest secretly wiped his sweat and said in his heart: This guy is also a fool, if he is really a liar, why don't you run away after hearing your words? Hum!

Guo Quan no longer bothered with this old way, discerned the direction left and right, and walked towards the north.

When there are not many walks, there are fewer and fewer people. After walking for less than a quarter of an hour, I saw a forest.

There is a depression in the woods, which is a pond formed by a mountain spring.

There was a rather sloppy pergola attached to a thatched hut by the edge of the pond, with a wine banner outside, a few shabby tables and chairs of indiscernible color, where a few peasants and hunters in puddings were sitting.

Some are eating noodles, some are drinking tea, and it seems to be an ordinary place to stop.

(End of chapter)