There are thousands of people in the world, and one person dreams at night.

In the dream, the flowers fall into the yellow spring water, and the dream interpretation still needs to create a dream fairy.

After staying in this bizarre world for a long time, nothing shocking is unusual.

Some people spend their lives in poverty just to become immortals, some people wander the world just to do chivalrous righteousness, some people go over mountains and mountains just to find a confidant and smile, and some people do nothing just for the mean.

However, have you ever seen the dream of stealing people, making dreams for others, and then interpreting dreams?

Ping'an Street, Ping'an Collection.

In front of Ping'an Street, there is a big river from east to west, and the mountains and rivers are continuous, and the tiger is in the dragon pan, and the civil engineering is prosperous.

A month ago, a dream interpreter came to the east end of the street, holding a white cloth stall, the stall was clean, and a wicker hung white cloth, which read, "Dream interpretation still requires a dreamer, and you can't wake up until dusk." ”

Behind the stall is a rattan wooden chair, in some years, the chair handle is covered with black, there is a person lying on it, unable to see the appearance, a goose feather fan on the face, legs trembling, playing with a whisk in his hand, a ragged coat is full of patches.

There are more people who tell fortunes and interpret dreams on Ping'an Street, and the business is also good, and there are always a few rich sons who are willing to spend a few pennies to count, just to listen to some sycophants.

But only this business is deserted, and it has not been opened for more than ten days.

Passers-by disliked him for being unlucky, and hung a white cloth strip in the blue sky and daytime, like a mourning.

The fortune tellers next to him are all old men, with a white beard and the appearance of fairy wind bones, but he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his appearance is okay, and he has lost some weight.

Three years later, Xu Qiu returned to Ping'an Street.

Xu Qiu, a few years ago, he was still a student, and only a few years later did he change his career to watch the sky and eat, no one knows the reason, as for Xu Qiu's life experience, no one knows or asks.

Today is the same as in the past, there is still no business, Xu Qiu is not in a hurry or busy, shaking the goose feather fan, looking at the people who come and go, waiting is boring, so he goes to the uncle in front of him to buy a string of rock sugar gourds to relieve the taste.

As soon as the west wind blew, I saw Xu Qiu stretching his waist, touching his belly, and muttering lazily: "It's not early, it's time to eat meat and drink wine." ”

Xu Qiu's stall business is bleak, where does the money come from to eat meat and drink wine?

Naturally, it is a white prostitute.

There is a large family on Ping'an Street, the Li family.

Recently, I heard that Master Li at the east end of Ping'an Street invited many Taoist priests to do it, saying that he had encountered something unclean and couldn't sleep at night. The funny thing is that the Taoist priest couldn't see any way after coming to the door, so he discussed it, so he had to ask Master Li to do more good deeds, first feast the Quartet, eat for three days and three nights, and the ordinary people can go, and then look at the situation after three days.

The Taoist priest asked him to do good deeds for three days, but Master Li was afraid of death, so he did good deeds for a month, but his illness did not improve at all. The villagers in the street were happy to close their mouths, and they all said that he was a great good man, and they wanted to worship the Bodhisattva and ask him to live a hundred years old.

Rumors spread in the streets and alleys, saying that Master Li had not gotten up for a month, and he could only wake up for half an hour every day, and his subordinates would feed him a meal.

Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

During this period, the young master of the Li family also fell, and his father's symptoms were the same, lying on the bed day and night, like a dead dog, but no one had a definite number on the crux of the problem. Seeing that the father and son were terminally ill and thin, it was estimated that it was not very good, and the villagers were extremely uncomfortable.

Today is the last day, Ping'an Street is very lively, I heard that the Li family killed a lot of cattle and sheep, as soon as I heard this, everyone wanted to sit in a good position and taste it first. No, the sky is not dark yet, and many people who set up stalls have already closed their stalls early, untied their aprons, and went to Master Li's house in the east.

Xu Qiubai prostituted the Li family's wine and meat.

Xu Qiu swayed, got up suddenly, and saw that there was no one around, so he waved his big hand, and no one could see how he put this stall into his sleeve.

He shook his head and smiled, shook three times, and went straight to Master Li's house.

The Li family is spacious, with red walls and green tiles, and a pair of white lions sit in front of the door.

The door was wide open, and the water was flooding, and the women took up the table early, calling for their men to come and sit down.

After Xu Qiu entered the door, he directly found a remote corner and sat down, and there was only one woman at the same table with him.

This woman is a foreigner, where do you say this, just because there has been no rain on this Ping'an Street for a few days, and the woman's embroidered shoes are covered with mud stains and grass green.

The woman was a little gloomy, her face was gloomy, her lips were pale, and her neck was leaning back in the chair weakly.

Xu Qiu is not a lustful person, but he looked at the woman twice, he frowned, not to look at the woman, but to look at the altar that the woman held around her waist, and the mouth of the altar was stuffed with red cloth.

Before the dinner began, a group of people walked out of the Li family's house, the group was dressed as a warlock, with vigorous steps, a crescent crown on his head, and a maple leaf robe, and a person greeted: "Senior brother, this way! The woman is here, I waited for the escort all the way, this girl told me to wait for fatigue." ”

The leader was extremely imposing, and walked straight towards Xu Qiu without saying a word.

The woman's expression suddenly panicked, and she tightly covered the jar in her hand.

Xu Qiu watched the woman's every move in his eyes, and then glanced at the oncoming warlocks.

"The hour has come, so go in with me, and when the matter is done, I will send you back and cure your husband's illness!"

After the man said a word, the woman dragged a little.

"What, regret it? The five hundred dollars have already been collected, but there is no turning back now, and besides, it's just asking you for three taels of blood, so it doesn't matter. ”

Xu Qiu said abruptly: "Originally, my own flesh and blood should be regarded as a treasure, but he was heinous and took a crooked path." I can't help myself, I can't help myself! I am pregnant for ten months, and I will flow in one day. How can I bear it?"

In an instant, the woman raised her head suddenly, her eyes bit Xu Qiu directly, and after about three breaths, she shook her head again and sobbed quietly.

Xu Qiu seemed to be a nobody, still shaking a goose feather fan with one hand and playing with the dust with the other, and continued to ask: "Dare to ask, this woman, your family Langjun is coughing up blood every night, lying sick in bed, and unable to do anything?"

The woman's expression can be described as surprise and guilt, and after Xu Qiu said this, her body trembled suddenly, her knees were weak, she actually knelt on the ground and bowed three times: "You, you... Immortals, save my husband. ”

Xu Qiu waved his hand, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "I'm not an immortal!"

At this time, the leader of several warlocks was already a little impatient, shook his hand and pointed at Xu Qiu, and said coldly: "Who are you?

"What time, what time..."Xu Qiu pretended not to know.

"Mouthy, cut tongue!" The man gave an order, and one person behind him took out a sword to cut Xu Qiu's tongue.

Xu Qiu laughed, got up and walked around a few people three times: "Who are you?"

"Boy, don't make a mistake. "The man who raised the sword was a dog.

Xu Qiu stepped forward and picked up the kneeling woman, sneered, looked at the person holding the sword, and instantly shot with one finger, and with a "click", the long sword broke off.

"Presumptuous, the carving insect skills also dare to get an axe and insult me Beishan!"

Xu Qiu replied: "It's been delayed, in my opinion, he still has three hours to live, and he is very rich, why are you in a hurry?"

Xu Qiu didn't pay attention to him at all, he took a piece of pine branch casually, and with a "snap", the fire ignited between his fingers, the pine branches were dyed, and the white smoke was layered.

"Heaven and earth are three clear, and all kinds of reincarnation. ”

As soon as Xu Qiu blew, there was a trace of green smoke and went towards the house.

Xu Qiu sat down, silent, and protected the woman behind him with one hand.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The maid of the Li family in the house shouted: "The master is awake, awake." ”

There was a "click" and the door opened.

Seeing the maid standing in front of the door, he shouted: "The master is looking for someone, it is a dream interpreter, named Xu Qiu, where is this person?"

Silence, Mr. Dream Interpretation?

Xu Qiu shook his head and smiled, and greeted: "My name is Xu Qiu, Mr. Dream Interpretation." ”

The maid came quickly and said in one step: "The master is invited, see you in the house." ”

[To be continued.] 】