After Jiang He and a few people ate for a while, the blind fortune teller outside the door came back. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blind man is not completely blind, but he suffers from eye disease and does not see very really, and then he simply closes his eyes and does not look, he sets up a stall in Dushui City all the year round to tell fortunes to people, but because the calculation is not very accurate and there are not many fortune tellers, so he can't make a few dollars all year round, so he has been living with these boatmen, and he doesn't need to be greeted, so he touches the wall and goes to his house to take out a bowl and sit at the table.

The old boatman put some meat and vegetables in his bowl, and then asked, "Blind man, how many hexagrams have you counted today?"

The blind man smiled, touched the beard on his chin, and said, "Not bad, Sangua." ”

The old boatman took a sip of wine and praised: "It's really good, your mouth is worth our income for a few days, why don't you teach me." ”

The blind man took a bite of the dish, shook his head with a smile, and pretended to be mysterious: "Hey, you can't learn it even if I teach you." If you don't have enough talent, you can't get fate. ”

Everyone was disdainful and no longer continued the topic with him.

The blind man stumbled to take a gourd from his waist and took a sip of the gourd, a few drops of wine falling down the beard of his chin.

Jiang He also picked up the wine bowl in front of him and tasted it gently, it was a very inferior grain wine, but due to the backward distillation technology, it was not too spicy to drink, and the taste of the wine was not very strong.

The old boatman looked at the river, suddenly smiled, and then said to the blind man: "Blind man, you tell the dumb man's fortune telling, I want to see how your fortune-telling skills are?"

The crowd was also in a commotion, and the blind man "looked" at the dumb, which was very difficult, because most of the fortune tellers in the world knew that they relied on clichés to tell fortunes to others, saying that they were calculating, and it was better to say that they were cheating.

The blind man shook his head and said, "Hey, it's not a hexagram, it's not a hexagram when it's dark." ”

"No, the sky hasn't set yet, hurry up, if you calculate the dumb person correctly, we won't laugh at you in the future, and we will give you a pot of wine to drink for free, how about it?"

The crowd tried again and again, and finally persuaded the mute.

Jiang He saw that everyone's interest was high, so he couldn't refuse, and raised his stool and sat next to the blind man. The blind man took another sip of wine, then said to the river, "Stretch out your left hand." ”

Jiang He had to roll up his sleeve and stretch out his left hand, the old blind man raised his hand and touched his wrist, Jiang He felt that his fingers were very rough, as if they were rubbed by sand, but they were as cold as water, he tilted his head, and there was no trace of expression on Gu Jing Wubo's face, only the eyes that were deeply sunken.

The blind man touched the bones of Jiang He's left hand, and let Jiang He lean his face over, his rough palm slowly touched Jiang He's chin up to the top of his head, his hand became more and more trembling from the beginning to the beginning, and finally it seemed to be unstable.

He jerked his palm away, as if remembering something incredible, his eyebrows raised upward, and the corners of his eyes were pulled wide, as if he was trying to open his eyes to see the person in front of him.

"It's amazing, it's amazing... Dumb, what's your last name?" his tone trembled, full of amazement.

The crowd laughed, "Oh, blind man, why don't you ask the deaf if they have heard the name of the dumb man?"

The blind man shook his head, the corners of his nervous eyebrows finally relaxed, and he stretched out his palm to Jiang He and said, "Dumb, write your name on my hand." ”

Jiang He was puzzled, but he still stretched out his finger and gently wrote "Jianghe". He writes very slowly, for fear that the blind will not be able to read it.

The blind man tilted his head and waited quietly for Jiang He to finish writing, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered softly, but no one could hear him clearly. The crowd looked at him and hurriedly asked him what the result was.

"The rain falls in the west, and the rivers flow into the sea... It's amazing. The blind man closed his eyes again, and he looked at the sky as if he were looking at something.

Jiang He looked at him puzzled, and the boatmen around him were even more confused. I don't know what he meant by that.

"The cold wind rises and falls, the frost falls, the grass and trees wither and prosper for another life... ”

The boatman really didn't want to listen to him continue, so he hurriedly interrupted him: "Blind man, what are you talking about, have you come up with a result?"

The blind man shook his head, nodded again, and took a sip of the gourd, choking on his cough, his face flushed, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be deeper.

"Ahem. . . Don't argue, these mantras were taught to me by my benefactor, oops, I forgot about them when you quarreled. The blind man slapped his palms on the table as if he were angry, and seemed to be trying to remember.

In the end, he lowered his head, and his hollow eyes could not see the brilliance, and he turned his head to face the river.

"Brother Jiang, your life is not a mortal. ”

Jiang He scratched his head, indicating that he didn't understand his words, and the boatman next to him interjected again with wine: "Isn't it a mortal, or is it a god?"

The blind man shook his head and nodded, "Immortals are all imaginary things, have you heard of cultivators?"

Everyone shook their heads, and the river was unclear.

"A cultivator is an existence like a god, drawing a knife to cut off water, moving mountains and seas, it's amazing!"

It was the old foreman sitting in the corner who spoke, and he took a sip of his wine and spoke softly. The blind man nodded, expressing affirmation, and then said: "Although it is not to move mountains and seas, it is indeed an existence beyond mortals, and I have seen a battle between cultivators before I was blind. ”

The blind man seemed to be in deep memories again, and he tilted his head and excitedly talked about what he had seen. In his mouth, the cultivator was like an immortal, and he could rise from the ground and jump to the top of a thousand feet of high mountains with one foot, and then slash out of thousands of forests with a sword, and then bend his waist and break, and the birds and beasts in the mountains only dared to crawl on the ground and did not even dare to make a sound.

"The sky was dark when the battle was fought, a monk and a green-shirted guest walked across the mountain in the sky, does Qihua Mountain know?"

"You know, it's the seven highest mountains. The crowd echoed and hurriedly urged him to continue.

The blind man paused, cleared his throat, and continued: "Originally, Qihua Mountain originally had eight peaks. ”

Hearing this, someone immediately interrupted him, "Was it flattened by the monk's pestle?"

"How do you know? But it's not a monk, it's the green-shirted swordsman, and he pulls out a cold light sword... ”

"Alright, alright, don't talk about it, I've read it. ”

The boatmen waved their hands impatiently, realizing that there was nothing new in the story of the blind man, and that they had heard too much by the teahouse, and then sat back in their seats, and continued to drink and eat.

Jiang He had no choice but to lower his head and pull out the food in the bowl with the bowl. When the blind man saw that no one listened to his story anymore, he sighed and drank the gourd. Then after a while, he said, "Dumb, let's go to Kyoto City to see and see, this water city is too small." ”

Jiang He was stunned, he naturally knew the Kyoto City in the mouth of the blind man in Beijing, the majestic city, the capital of the southern country, and the place that thousands of people in the world yearn for. Jiang He grinned and smiled at the blind man silently, he didn't know if the blind man could see it, there was a hint of affirmation in his smile, he knew that Kyoto City must be going.

I just don't know what a cultivator looks like in the mouth of a blind man.

The blind man took another sip of wine, then took out a few copper coins and threw them on the table, which spun around a few times and then fell on the table. The blind man fumbled and picked up the copper coins one by one, and then sighed.

He beckoned to Jiang He, who looked at him stunned with rice in his mouth, and then he sat down with a bowl. The blind man listened to the sound, leaned over and whispered to the river: "I have a book here, which was left to me by my benefactor, and I can't see it blindly, so you can take it." ”

As he spoke, the blind man quietly stuffed the book under Jiang He's stool from under the table, then patted Jiang He's leg and said, "I calculated a hexagram before, tomorrow may not be very peaceful, you should be careful, we will meet again." ”

Jiang He put down the bowl and looked at him puzzled, the blind man mysteriously waved his hand to signal him not to ask, and then smiled, a mouthful of yellow teeth looked a little unhealthy, he held the wine jug and drank it again, and a few drops of wine slid down his beard.

Jiang He touched the book under his stool, the paper was a little soft, like an old thing for many years.