"One thing, one hexagram." The old diviner reminded.

"Yes." Chi Jing answered.

She knows everything and hexagrams, and she also knows that those who change do not take possession, and those who are good at change are not divided.

Whether it is life or death, she really sees it too lightly when she asks herself.

However, if she can see the fate of others, but she can't see her own clearly, why is she not confused? Why don't you want someone to give her an answer?

Ji Jing licked her chapped lips.

I can't put it down.

At least at this moment, she desperately wanted someone to show her the way. Pick up the copper coin and put it in the turtle shell. Chi Jing focused his mind and closed his eyes reverently.

"Bang bang—" The sound of copper coins turning in the turtle shell beat rhythmically against her heart.

Hatsuya. She wanted to ask why she had been chosen.

Second line. She wanted to ask her brother where he had gone.

Sanya. She wanted to ask her dad what to do.

Fourth. She wanted to ask her mom if she blamed her.

Five. In fact, she wanted to ask what the date of her death was.

Shang Ya –

"Click". Chi Jing opened his eyes suddenly, and met the same incredulous eyes of the old hexagram master, and both of them looked down at her palm.

Three copper coins gurgled and rolled to the ground.

Turtle shell, split in half.

…

"Huh."

On a hundred-year-old banyan tree by a small lake outside the city.

Among the foliage, a man in black closed his eyes tightly, and Tai leaned half of his body against a thick tree trunk. After a painful spasm, he gritted his teeth desperately but couldn't hold back, still snorting in pain.

He listened with bated breath to the movement around him. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his pursuers had been dodged by him and were not heard.

He covered the deadly bloody hole in his abdomen with one hand, not daring to let the blood flow too fast. With the other hand, he took out the golden medicine from his bosom and sprinkled it indiscriminately on the bloody wound.

He can't die here.

He doesn't deserve to die here.

I tried my best willpower to resist, but my consciousness was still slowly blurring. He struggled to adjust his breath, he still had a lot to do, he couldn't sleep!

He had to bandage himself first. Otherwise, before his men came, he would have bled to death.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the dagger and planned to stab himself to keep him awake, but his unfocused eyes could not see the dagger in his hand clearly, and his face was pale and abnormally flushed, if it weren't for the strong smell of blood at this time, he would look like a drunken drunkard to outsiders.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, he wished he could take a sip of the liquor at this moment. The next moment, he lost consciousness with his head hanging limply. With a "poof", he fell under the tree.

…

Someone was tugging at his clothes.

He was furious, and no one dared to come so close to him. Who is disturbing his peace? His brain was groggy and his whole body was in pain, and his fist waved forward indiscriminately: "Get out!" ”

I don't know what I hit, but it's soft.

"Yikes." There was a hard knock on the door of his head, and he felt the thinness and coldness of the fingers touching his forehead, and he was very sure that it was a woman. The woman, visibly enraged by his resistance, knocked him on the head.

He still didn't have the strength to open his eyes, and he didn't know what was happening at the moment. But he suddenly fell silent and was at her mercy.

Except for his father and mother, no one has ever knocked him on the head like this. After his father died, no one knocked him on the head like this.

He wondered if she could knock him on the head again...

She fumbled in his arms for a moment and took something away. What could he have in his arms? … He thought to himself, his head aching violently.

The woman then ripped off his shirt.

He instinctively stiffened, his body's reflexes, taking control of his body movements faster than his consciousness, and grabbing her hand quickly and hard.

He didn't hear what she was reading in pieces, but there was an inexplicable relief in holding her hand.

Tiredness hit, and he fell into a coma again. Even when unconscious, he didn't let go of that hand.

"You said you're so lonely... It's been a hard time. ”

"The way I want to go... It's still a bit bumpy..."

When he regained consciousness, he heard a hoarse voice, slowly, sadly, singing a song he had never heard before. Listening to the sound distance, she should be sitting by the lake not far from him at this time.

The road I want to walk is still a bit bumpy. Her song made his heart heavy.

Not only is it a little bumpy, he is facing an abyss.

"Too much baggage, even more helpless... When there's no music..."

Intermittently, hoarse and penetrating singing was heard.

"Would love to be alone... Dancing..."

She... Why is it so sad? She... Crying?

The singing faded away.

His fingers moved.

Don't leave...

…

"Lost?" Wan Sheng repeated these three words softly, his expression calm, as if saying that the weather was good today.

The figure standing in the gloom could not hide his guilt and lowered his head, this was not the first time he had lost someone.

And the last time Miss Chi Jing dressed up as an old man and went out... He was secretly shocked in his heart that the Chi Jing girl's disguise skills were superb, and as soon as he lost his mind, he found that he had lost it.

"A subordinate is derelict in his duties." Miss Chi Jing obviously has no internal skills, can she be more sensitive than those of them who have been practicing martial arts all year round, how can it be...

"Go down and get your punishment." Wan Sheng didn't look at him, his eyes locked on the two ingots of silver on the table.

Even the jade bottle didn't know how she got the silver, only that she never let people follow her when she went out.

She completely bought the girl of the jade bottle, did she just use money?

Not surprising either. Money can buy people's hearts. Wan Sheng chuckled.

…

Chi Jing returned to Wuhua Temple at dinner time.

As soon as they saw her, Lan Yimo and the jade bottle glanced at each other, and they both saw worry in each other's eyes.

The jade bottle hurriedly turned around and brought a basin of hot water, "Girl, wash your face first." ”

"Hmm." Chi Jing's voice was a little low, and his mood was very low. "I'm not eating tonight, don't wait for me."

"Okay." It seems that the few blood stains on her face and dress are not the girl's, but should have been stained on someone else's. The jade bottle breathed a sigh of relief.

Chi Jing took out a stack of things from his arms, took out two at random, and handed one to her and Lan Yimo.

When they saw what was in their hands, they were amazed.

Without waiting for them to respond, Chi Jing turned around and went back to the room. only dropped a sentence: "If you are in a bad mood to reward you, don't refuse, I'm too lazy to speak." ”

That night, the people in Wuhua Courtyard tossed and turned, and almost all of them kept their eyes open until dawn.

…

And somewhere in an inn in the city, a man who was recuperating from his injuries suddenly sat up in a deep sleep.

It's a silver ticket!

She took the silver ticket from his arms!

Ten silver tickets with a denomination of 1,000 taels each!

"Hahahaha." He couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, and pulled the wound on his abdomen, blood seeping out of the white cloth, but he didn't care.

"Haha, it's enough to save my life, so I don't have to look for you, right?"

Looking down at the bandaged wound, he gently touched his forehead, and the smile deepened in his eyes. "Don't think about it."

Someone outside the door called softly: "Landlord." ”

He put away his smile and the softness on his face, and his eyebrows changed to indifference. The sharp eyes were as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Go and check." ”

"Yes!"