"When I first arrived in China, I rarely let people look at palmistry because it would scare a lot of people. However, I gradually came to understand that there are too many Chinese thaumaturgists who only say good things but do not tell the 'truth', so even when they see my palmistry, they are only compliments and flattery. Slowly, my view of Chinese thaumaturgists became more and more contemptuous - meeting Mr. Zhang was a small turn, meeting you was a big turn. All of this is produced gradually, just like ten thousand long steps, without one level, it is impossible to reach the sky. Jingguan Xiaowu said indifferently.

These words are not good, but they are true.

Chinese love face, so all walks of life do things to take care of each other's face first, and refuse to tell the truth.

I nodded: "The Chinese pay attention to 'harmony generates wealth and harmony is precious', which is both a good thing and a disadvantage. ”

Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, the world has been in harmony and trade exchanges, and the word "harmony" in China has completely failed to keep up with the needs of the times. If this drawback is not removed, the country will not be able to develop at full speed, and it will become an old and outdated bowl of lukewarm water.

"Tell me about my palmistry?" she asked.

I pondered for a few seconds, and then told the truth without reservation: "Shou tangs Nanshan, the appearance of a lonely widow." When a person lives to be more than 100 years old, his partner, acquaintances, friends, and relatives have all passed away, and the external scenery has changed greatly, without any memory of the past, as if living in a world of amnesia. The world means nothing to this person, and this person is of no help to the world, just living like a walking corpse. For most people, life is worse than death—"

I can't say it enough, so I used the phrase "for most people".

"What about me, is it better to live long and lonely, or to live a short life?" she asked.

I smiled faintly: "You already have the answer in your heart, why do you want to ask me?"

Thaumaturgists are good at planning, planning themselves before planning others.

I believe that both Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu have a clear view of their future. They repeatedly asked me, a stranger, just a sign of unwillingness. It can be seen from this that they are not satisfied with their own future, and try to use external forces to pry the results and seek a more satisfactory future.

"Yes. Jingguan Xiaowu didn't talk nonsense, and nodded directly in acknowledgement.

The future is the heavenly machine, the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, and those who leak the heavenly opportunity in vain will die a fierce death.

"That's it. I said.

Jingguan Xiaowu suddenly raised her hand, signaled me to silence, and then floated to the entrance door, and put her right ear on the door frame to listen.

Someone outside must have eavesdropped and accidentally made a movement that made her so vigilant.

I calmed down and sorted out my thoughts, only to realize how dangerous the Hongmen Banquet really was.

It was a great battle between the local thaumaturgists of Jinan (and even all the thaumaturgists of the Central Plains) and the Ayutthaya garrison. The head of the garrison was not a two-hundred-and-five with no combat experience, but an executioner who had experienced a hundred battles. In this battle, the fighter plane is fleeting, if Zhang Quanzhong can't take the Japanese invaders, once the news leaks, then this Iron Gong Temple will become a tomb for northern thaumaturgists.

I'm going to die too—since Zhang Quanzhong, Jingguan Xiaowu, and the Northern Thaumaturgist are all going to die, I'm no exception, and I can't escape this complicated illusion.

How do illusions come about? Of all the people I know, only the "hysterical technique" of the Red Sleeve Trick can do it.

The reason why that thaumaturgy is called "hysteria" is to accurately describe that once it is controlled, it will produce large-scale hallucinations out of thin air, just like sleepwalkers and hysteriates, but I am not aware of it, and I live in the illusion endlessly.

I came here from the 21st century Tianditan Street, not because of the bad or the good, but because I had to face it all and find new clues from the chaos.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger.

I know that I have entered the "tiger's den", but where the "tiger" is, it is still a matter of no time.

This is the rivers and lakes, full of opportunities, variables, and dangers.

The ancients said that troubled times produce heroes.

Troubled times are a paradise for careerists, and of course they are also the graves of careerists. Just like now, the Japanese garrison stands at the top of the food chain, and the lives of the people are as cheap as grass, and I don't know how many people died silently in places like the Plum Blossom Mansion and passed away.

"Only by desperately resisting can the country have a future. That's the only truth I hold on to at the moment.

Obedience and obedience to the people will only make the countrymen become slaves of the country, from language and writing to architectural clothing, all of them will be made daily, and they will become a colony of a small country in Fusang, and they will also leave an indelible national shame in history.

The Hongmen Banquet was the end of the overlord of Western Chu, and it was also the day when Liu Bang's fate took off. This time, I hope that the Hongmen banquet in the Tiegong Temple is the mourning day of the Japanese invaders, and it is also the day when the Chinese people awaken and rise up.

Jingguan Xiaowu suddenly dodged out, and after only a minute, he escorted a person in.

The man had his hands on his chest, his feet staggering, and he looked like he had been badly wounded.

"It's my family, it's my family!" the man greeted me.

He was the one who brought me from the Temple of Literature, and his face was similar to mine, but the trepidation in his eyes was something I would never have.

"Xia Qing, are you spying on me?" asked Jingguan Xiaowu.

The person known as "Xia Qing" shook his head again and again: "Miss Guan, you misunderstood, I just happened to pass by and didn't hear anything." If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Zhang, I don't have any bad intentions, and I have always been loyal to Mr. Zhang......"

I looked at him from afar and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His eyes kept rolling, and he knew he was telling a lie at a glance.

"You should know that Mr. Zhang and I are both 'god operators'-" Jingguan Xiaowu's words were only half said.

Xia Qing was stunned, and suddenly his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees.

"Tell me, what do you want to know when Mr. Zhang told you to follow me?" asked Jingguan Xiaowu.

This time, when it was my turn, I was secretly taken aback, I didn't expect Zhang Quanzhong to send someone to follow the woman who was pregnant with her child.

Mr. Zhang said...... He said that chaos is imminent, people's hearts are fluctuating, and you must be watched in order to see the children and keep the fruits of victory. He knows that you are gifted and have an immortal appearance for a hundred years. So arrange for me, if the situation is not right, aim at the vital point, shoot at you, and he can't be born on the same day, the same month, and the same year, and he must die on the same day, the same month, and the same year, and be a good couple under Jiuquan again. Xia Qing replied tremblingly.

This answer is very amazing, on the surface, it seems that the two people who respect each other like guests, have deep affection, are happy with each other, and have secretly knotted the ovules of each other, and they have reached the point of dying together, which is really embarrassing.

"Really?" I couldn't help but ask.

Xia Qing nodded: "It's true, it's true." I asked Mr. Zhang three or four times to make sure that was what he meant. ”

Jingguan Xiaowu smiled bitterly and waved her hand to me: "Mr. Xia, my heart is tired, and I can't handle this matter well." So, excuse me, settle this matter for me. ”

She threw me this hot potato, which was tantamount to a big problem for me.

Xia Qing seemed to see hope, and immediately turned his head and smiled flatteringly at me.

"Okay. I nodded reluctantly.

Jingguan Xiao Wu smiled, walked into the small door, and closed the door casually.

"Brother, let me go, and there will be a great reward. Xia Qing said.

"Stand up first. I said calmly.

He stood up and slapped the dirt on his knees.

"Where did Mr. Zhang go?" did he say when he could shoot at Jingguan Xiaowu?" I asked.

"Tomorrow at the Hongmen banquet, the cup will be broken. Xia Qing replied.

The Hongmen Banquet was set up for the total annihilation of the head of the garrison, and Zhang Quanzhong's spearhead seemed to have changed direction, from dealing with the Japanese to dealing with everyone.

Xia Qing is just a gunman, and with his social experience, he seems to be unable to understand Zhang Quanzhong's psychological activities, and only thinks that Zhang Quanzhong likes the new and hates the old, and wants to eliminate the superfluous woman Jingguan Xiaowu.

If the matter between men and women were so simple, Mr. Qian Zhongshu would not have left a vernacular novel like "The Siege".

"What else?" I asked.

Xia Qing replied honestly: "What's more, Mr. Zhang has already understood the meaning of the Divine Appearance Water Mirror, and if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and dog will ascend to heaven, and we will all have different degrees of benefits, and we will live better than now." ”

"Isn't the Divine Mirror in that well? I asked you, and you didn't say anything about the key issues. Now, can you tell me the secret?" I continued.

Xia Qing is Zhang Quanzhong's subordinate, and his every move will be commanded by Zhang Quanzhong. Therefore, as long as he tells the truth, I can understand Zhang Quanzhong's heart.

"I don't know, Mr. Zhang said, the matter of the Divine Mirror is bigger than the sky, and if a person with insufficient IQ reluctantly thinks about such a problem, he will burst the blood vessels in his brain and die. He never lied to me, so I believe him. I will do what he wants me to do, and I will definitely not be out of line. Xia Qing replied.

I couldn't continue to ask, because Xia Qing didn't understand these key questions at all, he just lowered his head and hurried away, buried himself in work, and never thought about it.

"You go, it's all right. I said.

Xia Qing was stunned, and asked rhetorically: "It's that simple, will you shoot a black gun in my back?"

I smiled and shook my head: "Shoot the black gun? You're right, why do you want to shoot the black gun in your back? Okay, okay, you said it yourself, it's all your own family, and you will never have a conflict, fight and kill, and make outsiders laugh." ”

Xia Qing believed my words, his spirits perked up, and he clenched his fists and arched his hands: "Thank you, thank you, then I will leave." The green mountains do not change, the green water flows for a long time, and the grace released today will be reciprocated by the spring in the future. ”

Leaving these few words, Xia Qing quickly went out, turned to the right quickly, and ran away with a smoke.

I don't need to kill him, Jingguan Xiaowu threw me a hot potato, and I can also push the boat down the river and throw it away.

When the picture is poor, it is the beginning of the battle full of heroes. Now, Zhang Quanzhong's conspiracy has not been exposed, and it is pointless to kill a little minion like Xia Qing.

I picked up the clay cup again, drinking tea and contemplating.

Jingguan Xiaowu will live for a hundred years, so the battle of Hongmen Banquet will not cause any harm to her. Only if she lives, many years later, there will be the impermanent Guan Da Niang and Guan Yousheng on Qushuiting Street. Then I have to think about the urgent issue of "helping her survive".

Jingguan Xiaowu just mentioned the topic of "the core of the city", and I know something about it.

Taishang Laojun smelts the elixir with the true fire of Samadhi, and the fire of the Dan furnace can smelt all the life-tangible and lifeless intangible things in the world. In the past, the Monkey King committed rebellion and was suppressed and incinerated in the alchemy furnace. If he hadn't found the "core" that was full of life and resisted real fire, he would have been burned to ashes long ago. The nucleus is the dark room, and the dark room is always claustrophobic and not even the true fire of samadhi can shake it for half a minute. As a result, after 7749 days, the Monkey King lurking in the "core" was not burned, but refined into the world's famous fiery eyes.

There is no doubt about the importance of "nuclear," and if we use modern military theory as an analogy, I think that this "nuclear" is a nuclear-powered submarine, which can dive deep under the nine earths, and the enemy will not be able to find it even if he activates the radar sonar, and can quickly surface and violently shoot at all predetermined targets.