After crossing the Huai River, it is a vast plain, located in the middle of the Chinese continent, called the Central Plains Plain. The Central Plains is the birthplace of Chinese civilization, and most of the old sites of the capital cities of the past dynasties are distributed among them.

The people of the Central Plains were the first to be civilized, and they multiplied on this plain for tens of thousands of years, creating an unprecedented prosperity before the Ming Dynasty, and gradually declined after the death of the Ming Dynasty.

Hebei County is the largest county in the Central Plains, the main city of Hualiangcheng is the ancient capital of the three dynasties, it is the place that people yearn for the most in ancient times, with the change of dynasties, Hebei County gathers many foreign population.

In modern times, the Chinese mainland fell into chaos, and the Central Plains became a battleground for soldiers, and the wars continued. Affected by the war, the Central Plains gradually migrated to the barbarian lands in the south. After the establishment of the Chinese Empire, the counties and cities along the coast were vigorously developed, but this place was still the most mixed area, and most of the people in the outer eight gates were mixed here.

Hualiang City still maintains the ancient architectural style, the city is surrounded by a high stone wall, there is a city gate in the east, west, north and south for people and vehicles to pass, the typical ancient city structure is like a besieged city.

Tired shadows and madmen walked along the outer edge of the wall.

At this time, it was noon, the sun was in the sky, and most of the residents around Hualiang City sat in the shadows under the city wall to enjoy the shade, play cards and nap. Others set up a stall along the wall to sell tea, or small items such as fans and bracelets. The Eight Sects have been walking in the secular world for many years, and they will not pay attention to these things, and the only things that will attract their attention are things that are close to their own practice, such as word measurement and fortune telling.

At the corner of the wall sat a man, and in front of him lay a white cloth the size of a square with a gossip on it. Such a furnishing, it is not difficult to imagine, must be a fortune-telling stall.

At this time, a lot of people gathered around the stall, and the onlookers were talking.

The farmer, with a hoe in his hand, said to the man next to him: "I see him every time I come back from the field, and everyone who asks him to tell his fortune is accurate."

The person next to him responded: "Is it really accurate, I will also let him calculate it for me."

The farmer continued: "You are not allowed to do without money, I also asked him to calculate it for me, he can tell my family's population and house clearly, you can say it or not, people within a radius of a hundred miles call him a living immortal."

When the good people heard this, they all rushed into the crowd to see what the living gods looked like in the farmer's mouth.

Of course, the fear and curiosity of fate also make them want to ask about the future.

The madman is also very curious about this, he is proficient in Feng Shui, and he is not as surprised as he is in numerology, and he is much stronger than the other eight gates. The one sitting in the crowd couldn't escape the Outer Eight Disciples, and he wanted to see what kind of character that person was.

As long as the madman doesn't cause trouble, the tired shadow will follow him, so she stands under a big tree with the madman. The sun went from high to low until it hung in the west, revealing half of its head on the horizon, and the crowd of onlookers changed from less to more, and then from more to less, and finally empty. The madman then walked over to the fortune teller and stepped on the corner of the white cloth.

The fortune teller was a young man, unkempt and full of stubble. He looked up at the madman, continued to pack up his other things before standing up, and said, "You've been watching around for so long, just to step on my eating guy."

A madman is not really crazy, as a disciple of the Eight Sects, he has his pride in the secular world, and he has a superior attitude towards others.

"It's better not to deceive people with these things."

The man was very displeased when he heard this, and said sharply: "You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, what I'm doing is a serious business, just believe it, if you don't believe it, you can't talk nonsense."

The madman grinned, smiling rather than smiling.

"Of course I believe it, but I don't believe your words."

"If you don't believe it, then I'll do the math for you."

Talking about fortune-telling in front of a madman, not to mention that it was the class to get the axe, it was not much worse, he said without cutting it: "Then you calculate it for the master, and you will be given ten times the money."

The man stooped down and pulled the white cloth out from the madman's feet, folded it slowly and squarely, and put it in his pocket.

said: "I won't count it for you, you let that beauty come over, and I'll calculate it for her."

Who else could he say but the beauty of the tired shadow.

Crazy people have been walking in the secular world for many years, and one of the most common things they do is not to look at feng shui, but to look at sister paper and flirt with sister paper. He had used the fortune teller's approach countless times at the moment, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he was hitting his sister's attention. He would do as he pleased, and he raised his hand to whip it on his stubble face.

said: "You don't want to beat my sister's idea."

Tired Shadow won't let a madman hit someone, even if she hurts someone, she will help heal it, but now she doesn't want to trouble, it's getting dark, she needs to find a place to stay.

Tired walked over, grabbed the madman's sleeve, and shook his head at him.

In addition to their own skills, the more important thing in the secular world is to recognize and distinguish people, and every move of the madman and the tired shadow falls into the eyes of the fortune teller, and it becomes a story, and this story has only about no details.

The fortune teller directly ignored the madman's expression, and said to the tired shadow with a dignified face: "This Gu Liang, in the next hundred small lives, I see that you are wide between your eyebrows, you must be magnanimous and can accommodate people in the world, just now Brother Ling said that I am a liar, I don't care about him for your sake." Walking in the rivers and lakes, if you meet someone with bad luck, you will definitely help resolve one or two. Gu Liang should have grown up in the south, and this should be the north, with Gu Liang's character, there should not have been a disaster, but... ”。

Bai Xiaosheng wanted to speak and stopped, and paused for a long time.

This is a routine, and the tired shadow is not on the set, because someone has already calculated it for her before she came, this person is shocked, and there are no more than 3 people in the world who can count him. How could Bai Xiaosheng's words make her feel good, and she still had to go on the road.

Bai Xiaosheng didn't wait for the imaginary conversation, so he had to continue.

"Gu Liang is going to the north for one person, and this person will bring you calamity."

Tired Shadow still didn't answer, and pulled the madman to leave.

Bai Xiaosheng still didn't give up, blocked the way of the tired shadow, and said meaningfully: "I saw that I had a fate with Guliang to say this, I really can't bear you to embark on a road of no return, please listen to me."

As he said this, his eyes remained fixed on the tired countenance, as if to see through the veil that stood in the middle. Where is there a serious fortune telling just now, but it looks like a man with a rippling spring heart.

Tired Shadow didn't care about his gaze and words, in the dim night she was like a bright moon, the most brilliant scenery in the night sky, which could only be viewed from a distance and could not be desecrated.

Tired Shadow wants to leave but can't.

A madman can hit people, and now he just looks like he wants to hit someone.

A veil is a chasm, no matter how close it is, it can't be touched, and the tired shadow has a place to belong, and this ditch is even deeper. However, her temperament has always been gentle, so it is not good, no matter what is good, she only knows that it is very bad now.

She didn't know how to refuse, how to speak, how not to let the other person suffer a wound that she couldn't heal. So she learned from the purple-robed woman, her eyes became cold, isolated, arrogant and indifferent.

Bai Xiaosheng felt such an atmosphere, very embarrassed, but his thoughts were even stronger.

"Guliang, you can tell me your date of birth and name, and I can help you resolve your bad luck."

The tired shadow is still arrogant and indifferent.

Bai Xiaosheng continued: "If you don't believe it, I'll talk about it first, and then you can go."

The madman didn't want him to talk any more, and scolded: "Are you stupid, this kind of third-rate sister method dares to be used on my sister's body, the toad will never become a frog, you still want to become a prince, believe it or not, I will beat you into a king."

Bai Xiaosheng was really annoyed by the madman, and said coldly: "I'll talk to your sister, how can there be a place for you to stand, take advantage of the fact that it's not dark, find a nest by yourself and stay."

The madman was furious and slapped him in the face.

The red palm prints are clearly visible.

Bai Xiaosheng didn't expect him to really dare to fight, and suddenly he was a little wooden.

"Xiaofeng, let's go".

This is the first and only sentence that Tired Shadow says here, and he will leave after speaking.

By the time Bai Xiaosheng reacted, the tired shadow and the madman had already walked out of ten meters. He rubbed his hot cheeks, took a white cloth from his pocket, threw it at the madman, and recited a mantra in his mouth.

The white cloth became whiter, and the trees beside the road left shadows in it, at first a black mass, then the trunk became distinct, and then the leaves came to life, like a real tree.

The madman stopped, grabbed the sand from the ground, and sprinkled it back, and on the white cloth, the leaves of the big tree were gone, and the trunk became chaotic.

Fallen leaves fall in the sky.

The madman didn't look back, and reprimanded the fortune teller: "Not to mention that your mountain is the realm of mountains and rivers, the identity of these outer eight doors is just what I despise." You've been here for a long time, and you've listened to the gossip of the farmer as he passed by, and you can tell it accurately, but you can't count it, my sister's identity is not something you can understand, and I can't understand me."

After saying these words, the madman felt very happy, and his previous depression was swept away. He remembered the scene where Surprise and Tired Ying usually educated him, and felt that it felt good to educate others, and Gao Shen's appearance was very good.

Bai Xiaosheng looked at the backs of the two leaving, and did not feel lost, his eyes were very bright, and he seemed to have found the direction of life.

After a while, the big tree on the side of the road was already bare and only its torso remained, and a thick layer of green leaves was piled up on the road.