There is such a story, two outsiders from the poor ditch, squatting in front of the towering mansion of Zhumen, one finger drawing circles on the ground to play with ants, and the other holding a straw pole and constantly cocking their buttocks.

The ant scratched his head and asked, "You say, do the people in there eat baked cakes with meat every day?" ”

The cocked butt looked at his partner with disdain, and retorted: "What's more, there must be meat porridge to eat." ”

Playing with ants smashed it a few times, swallowed his saliva, and yearned for it: "If one day I become a big man, eat baked cakes every day, and put one or two more in my pocket, ah no!" Ten taels of silver, what a face! ”

The buttocks pushed the braincase of the playing ant and scolded: "You are stupid! Ten taels of silver! Can you stuff it in your belt? ”

While they were dreaming, one of the two encircled ants on the ground circled and shrank in place, while the other crawled through the chasm with great difficulty and left in style.

People are like ants, some of them are narrow-minded, they have never seen the real world, and their dreams are small and funny, while some of them are constantly surpassing, even if they want to ascend to the sky, they will be stacked one by one, and the momentum is higher than the sky. That's why this world has a land immortal who has won the way of heaven!

In fact, there is another kind of ant, born with wings, otherworldly, but does not know the meaning of wings, climbs the ground all his life, and does nothing.

……

Yicheng, in the north of Chicheng, separated by the wilderness between the two cities, both belong to the Yanlong Empire.

A figure in a black jacket slowly walked through the city gate, the scorching weather was in strong contrast with his attire, because there were too many ranger swordsmen in the world in strange costumes, so he was like an ant, ignored by the bustling crowd.

The figure of the black jacket faltered, and no one could understand how much difficulty the weak body in the black jacket had to go through to breathe the air of this place.

"This lady, you stretch out your hand and let the old man show you palmistry."

On the side of the official road, there are dense stalls, all walks of life, in a scarce place with a flow of people, there is a white cloth banner, on the book "Jishi Half Immortal", squatting on the side of an old Taoist wearing a gray sermon robe, and there is a gossip Tianxiang cloth on the ground, a standard fortune-telling line. This old man finally pulled a water guest, and she was an aunt carrying a vegetable basket.

Sailor is a fortune-telling jargon, that is, as long as he listens to a few words, he will obediently pay the silver, and he does not need to tell his fortune in a proper manner.

This aunt's hands are very well maintained, and her expression is a little charming, presumably she is also a beautiful lady in the neighborhood when she is young, although she is now old, but the charm remains.

Lao Dao squinted, and the two mustaches shook with his brows, he was looking at palmistry, but caressing the hand that the aunt had just touched the green onion.

The aunt has a lot of life experience, at this age, she is a tiger on the mountain, which is an ignorant and afraid of the little lady, when she saw the intoxicated appearance of the old way, she twitched her hand, slapped her directly, and scolded: "Dead old thing, phew!" ”

The old man has a thin physique, he can be crushed to death by this aunt, an old face is fanned inside and out, and he sees that some people around him have lost their eyes, although they have reached the age of disrespect for the old, they still turn around in a sneer, and some of them are dusting off the dust on the flags, pretending to be nothing.

Sensing that there was a person standing behind him, Lao Dao waited for a long time and this person did not leave, he wondered in his heart, and turned around angrily, but saw that it was a freak wrapped in a black jacket and with long hair, and he was invisibly shocked by a momentum.

"Fortune telling?" Lao Dao inquired.

This person raised his head, revealing a pale and handsome face, it was Zong Yang.

"Remember me?" Zong Yang barely squeezed out a smile, and it was fate to be able to see the old man again.

Lao Dao is obviously very unfamiliar with Zong Yang, after all, when he saw him for the last time, Zong Yang was still a teenage baby, and he always felt that he recognized the person in front of him, because this pale face was very special, but his brows were furrowed, and he still couldn't say a word.

"Remember the cowhide fat man and the dead-faced oil bottle?" As soon as Zong Yang's words came out, some memories emerged, bitter and beautiful.

"Are you ......" Lao Dao woke up like a dream, suddenly pulled his face, squatted down, put his hands into his sleeves, and said angrily: "It's you." ”

Zong Yang still smiled, also squatted down, and said: "There are not many people who are familiar with the kid in this life, the master is no longer here, and it is also fate to be able to meet the seniors here." ”

When Lao Dao heard Zong Yang's words, his expression was obviously a little gloomy, but he didn't have anything good to say, and said: "The fat man in cowhide bragged about blowing to the sky, and now he is hanging up, and there is no way to do it." Are you okay? It's okay, don't delay me in business. ”

Zong Yang was a little puzzled by Lao Dao's attitude, when they set up a stall in Taicang Lake together, Lao Dao always liked to tease him, and occasionally bought some candy for him to eat, but after a few years, he sometimes felt that people were indifferent, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "Senior, since I met you, the kid wants to inquire about two places." ”

Lao Dao glanced at the people on both sides, and replied impatiently: "Say! ”

"Where's Qingqiu? Where is Xihe Palace? Zong Yang asked seriously, his eyes lit up.

These two places, when Zong Yang was walking through the wasteland, had been haunting his mind and could not be dispersed.

Lao Dao opened his eyes, his eyes were left and right, and he pinched half of his beard with two fingers of his right hand, and after thinking about it, he replied: "The first place, one hundred taels will tell you, and the second place, for the sake of friendship, will not charge you money." ”

"Huh?" Zong Yang was puzzled.

Lao Dao took care of himself and turned around, there was a dirty and broken wooden box on the side, after opening it, he stretched out his hand and stirred it in for a long time, grabbed out a thin booklet, threw it on the gossip Tianxiang cloth, and said: "This book is called Qingqiu Raiders, I originally sold it for one or two silver." ”

Zong Yang has a headache, this kind of booklet of what kind of strategy, everyone in the industry knows that the purchase price is very cheap, Lao Dao opened his mouth for one or two, this is killing him, but even if it is one or two, where does the price of one hundred taels come from?

"My brother died because of you, so I sell one hundred taels now, and ninety-nine taels is considered a funeral fee." The old man complained.

After hearing this, Zong Yang sweated a lot, when did the old brother die because of him?! Back then, the old dice asked the old brother to watch his fate when he was bored, and the other party really pointed out that he had a demon seed in his body, and finally cheated the old man of the dice for a day's money and drew a talisman.

However, the stalls in the industry are all clear, everyone is a good person, how can there be any real ability to look at fate, at most it is three-legged cat kung fu, and those immortals in the avenue gate are amazing.

On the second day, the old brother of the old road died violently on the street, and the old road of dice also left Taicang Lake with Zong Yang after that day and continued to wander the rivers and lakes.

"The seniors misunderstood." Zong Yang clearly remembered the ins and outs of what happened back then, and explained: "The elder brother of the predecessor died of vomiting blood in a fit of anger because he sold the pair of mutton fat jade agate eyes at the price of cabbage. ”

"Nonsense!" Lao Dao Zhengse said: "My brother is a genius who has opened the eye of heaven, and I only opened half of the eye of heaven because of my poor qualifications." Before he died, my brother said that it was because he was wrathed by heaven for your life, so he broke his life, how could he die because of mundane things! ”

Listening to what Lao Dao said, the foam was flying, and his voice was full of anger, Zong Yang expected that there must be nothing to talk about, nodded respectfully, got up and prepared to leave.

Lao Dao glanced at Zong Yang and let him leave, in fact, he was also angry and unwilling to help Zong Yang, so he was so difficult, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zong Yang was a rich master.

Just as he was about to move away, a bright light suddenly flashed in Zong Yang's mind, he remembered an extremely important matter, turned around for a while, and said to Lao Dao: "Senior, there is something that Master didn't want to mention back then, but I decided to tell you. ”

The old man blew his beard and put on a straight face, ignoring Zong Yang.

"Master said that since that family heirloom black cat, the eyes are a good thing, then the body will be more valuable."

"!" Lao Dao didn't want to refute, the black cat was painted black on the surface and iron on the inside, and he had already surveyed it no less than a hundred times.

"A real rich man likes to be low-key, the black cat master has weighed, if it is iron inside, it is not so heavy, this is the master's original words." Zong Yang said everything he should have said, and left again after speaking.

Why didn't the old man tell this secret back then, first, he felt that the old brother died violently because of the cat's eye vomiting blood, and if he said that the cat body was more valuable, then the person died in vain. The second is that he is also stingy, although he will not turn the cat's body, but he can't see the Taoist friends who set up stalls together get rich overnight and live happily.

Zong Yang told this secret, but also helped the old man of the dice to clear up the past of his life, and also hoped that the old way would be better in the future, and not because of money, he would end up causing trouble and take the road of the old way of the dice.

Lao Dao stared at Zong Yang's back, although he hadn't seen him for many years, he knew Zong Yang's nature very well, and at the same time, he also appreciated the dice Lao Dao's proficiency in some aspects, and he had seven or eight points of belief for a while.

"Zong Yang, wait!"

Zong Yang just turned his head, but he was hit in the back by a booklet, looking at the old way, he was already cleaning up the guys.

"The second place, not far from here, ask for yourself!" Lao Dao dropped this sentence and slipped into the alley.

……

On the edge of a bustling street in the south of the city, there is a seized mansion, the vermilion lacquer on the gate is mottled and rolled, the seal is so rotten that the handwriting is not clear, and the two copper auxiliary heads are surrounded by green rust.

It was a mess inside, apparently once burned by fire, and inside a collapsed hut, cobwebs were covered and the old road was turning over a haystack.

In the dust, Lao Dao pushed away a bundle of grass in the innermost part, revealing a black cat.

"Ancestor, I hope you are a real rich man!"

Lao Dao carried the black cat outside the house, lifted his robe and wiped it indiscriminately, carefully examined it with the light, and finally his eyes stayed in the empty eyes of the black cat.

"Try it here!" Lao Dao ran back to the hut, took out a dagger from under the broken pillow, ran out again, and stabbed the cat's eye socket hard.

Lao Dao was sweating profusely, his heart was raised in his throat, and after a piece of iron under his wrist, Huang Cancan's little bit was exposed, blinding his old eyes.

"Haha." Lao Dao looked up to the sky and laughed, suddenly realized something, and covered his mouth, but the strong excitement was difficult to release for a while, he ran around the yard with the black cat in his arms, and his face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

After a period of joy, Lao Dao remembered his dead brother, and sighed that his early death was not worth it, and suddenly thought of a little taboo, as if he was bitten by a 10,000-year-old poisonous snake, his back was cold, and he said to himself nervously: "No, no, although I helped that kid, I didn't look at numerology, I didn't see the destiny of heaven, not to mention that I don't even have half a heavenly eye, I'm a small way, so I won't." Besides, there are only three eyes on my brother's body, and if there is a fourth eye, God knows! ”

Lao Dao took the black cat into the hut with peace of mind, thinking about how to sell this golden cat, this world is sinister, who does not know the sin of Huaibi, when he is worried, but he heard the thunder rumbling outside, the wind is raging, and the sky is surprisingly dark.

"It's going to rain, put away your clothes and pants!" Lao Dao hurried out.

Boom Boom –

The thunder above his head overflowed in the thick black clouds, and the vision was as close as a stone's throw away, Lao Dao had never seen such a celestial phenomenon in his life, and his ears seemed to hear a buzzing sound from the sky, and when he listened carefully, it seemed that a certain supreme god was chanting the divine text, and the sound was getting heavier and heavier, deafening in the blink of an eye, as if to destroy the whole world.

Is this damnation?!

Lao Dao raised his head and did not move, his robe was blown by the wind for no reason, and the two mustaches danced wildly.

"I'm guilty......" Suddenly, Lao Dao muttered as if he had lost his mind.

At the moment when Lao Dao's consciousness dissipated, he only felt that a Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder slammed down, and everything turned into nothingness.

In reality, Lao Dao was standing in the warm spring light, the black cat in the house had a strange expression, and his empty eyes were staring at him, and the next moment, he vomited blood and died!

……

At the same time, Zong Yang opened the Qingqiu Raiders, and a piece of yellow paper with runes fell down.