Chapter 390

Roach blinked in surprise, his gaze moving back and forth between the old woman who ruled the black market and the young god of war in Jonlin. "Hey, Mars on one side and Athena on the other, who am I listening to?"

A smile appeared on the old woman's face, and she looked at him softly, "Thank you, you are such a good boy. ”

Du Zheng glared at him. He coughed under pressure, stretching pitifully between the two mountains, "That grandma, can you tell fortunes or what?" Are you a soothsayer? Arithmetic? I have some ability, but this ability can only be regarded as my understanding of technology, right? If anyone can really push for change, it should be a big man like the dreaming little Martin, not a mechanic like me. I don't have any thoughts, not even ideas. As long as everyone in the family is there and the cats are there, I can sleep behind closed doors. I'm such an indisputable person, especially a Buddhist, if you have that kind of expectation, you may really be looking for the wrong person. ”

Luo Qi's words in front sounded like he didn't give up, Du Zheng stared at him unhappily, but when he heard what he said in the back, he seemed to be really a little mature. As soon as Du Zheng looked at the fire, the mushrooms that had been relaid on it were completely burnt, so he cleaned up and roasted them, replaced the beef slices and roasted them again.

Just as he was gradually relaxing, he heard Roach ask again, "So grandma, can you see the future?" ”

He couldn't resist the thought of glaring at Roach, and he knew that if there was a possibility of finding out the news, Roach would not let it go.

"Do you want to know the future?" The old woman asked Roach gently.

Du Zheng glanced at Luo Qi, and sure enough, he saw a confused and lost look on Luo Qi's face. yes, what's in store for the future?

As far as the current monotonous life of Roach is concerned, his own weight in his life is undoubtedly not light, and the future that Roach cares about is of course the future related to him. But in this future, even mahjong can predict: there is no doubt that Du Zhengyi, the god of war of Qionglin, will soon linger on the sickbed. If the future is truly predictable, then the future that anyone sees will be this future, and Roach doesn't even need to ask.

"I don't want to know the future." Roach finally whispered.

"So, look," the old woman spread her hands and expressed her heartfelt helplessness to life and the world. She wore an emerald ring set in silver metal on her finger. When she stretched out her hand, Du Zhengyi heard a buzz of energy and raised his head unconsciously.

At this moment, the tables sitting opposite them suddenly retreated, and the space was suddenly expanded, and Roach was startled. This kid is still like this, he is bold enough to say that he is big and amazing, and he is scared to drop a leaf when he is small, and he is not much stronger than a kitten. Roach reached over and grabbed his arm, and he heard Mr. Shi let out a lighthearted laugh, and then, like flowing water, the sound of a lute pierced the air.

The aroma of lavender cages rose, and several rolls of light yarn as thin as cicada's wings were thrown from the air and hung around them. Faintly, there was a man sitting behind a roll of green yarn, holding a pipa, which was vaguely the same Tang Dynasty pipa that Guan Xinyue's family collected.

The sound of the pipa began from then on, but before anyone could listen carefully, there were suddenly three more seated figures behind another heavy curtain. Looking like a woman, two people are flutes, and one is holding Xiao. First there was a long whistle, and then the flute sounded tactfully. Several musicians were distracted, and no one looked at them, and some of them looked like the people in the painting. But this music is real and pleasant, and it is terrifying.

Looking at the diners who originally ate and drank in the barbecue restaurant, they have long disappeared without a trace, and a closer look at the back of several musicians seems to be solid walls with bamboo sticking. But a gust of wind blew in the face, and it carried the smell of the forest in the mountains.

Roach's mouth opened wide, stunned again. A mind master in someone else's mouth, but now he can't tell the difference between illusion and reality.

Du Zhengyi shook his head, the local beer in front of him was replaced by an elegant flask, he pulled it over and poured the wine into the three Junyao cups that appeared out of thin air. He was not surprised by everything in front of him, how could Mr. Shi be a guest, they had been dealing with each other for a long time, when had Mr. Shi ever given up the initiative? With a gust of wind, Mr. Shi has turned this place into her own banquet hall, taking advantage of the psychological advantage.

The first glass of wine was given to Mr. Shi, and Du Zheng smiled and said, "Mr. Shi, the scene is too big." Do you want to be a kid who hasn't seen the world in a town? ”

"I've never been able to stop you." The old woman complained slowly, "Because you have no taste, and you are never moved by art." ”

Roach came back to his senses and didn't hold back a laugh. Du Zheng doesn't care, but the attitude of indifference is more like acquiescence.

The old woman turned to look at Roach and said, "It's a pity that I'm old, and I can't keep up with the changes in human aesthetics. The other day I went to see a human furniture fair, and I was very impressed and confused, and I wondered if I should design furniture skins like they did. For example, should I paint the shell of the incense burner with harmony? ”

Luo Qi laughed out loud, and the old woman frowned sadly, and continued to talk to Luo Qi, "I am not the same as Du Zhengyi and his old captain. I haven't really been a warrior for a day, I can drive them away with my wits, and the rest of the time I can raise a dog and think about art investment. ”

"Uh-huh." Luo Qi nodded in agreement, "They all have a little brain, brother, don't be angry, it's a little straight." ”

"Straight brain circuits are suitable for being driven by Qionglin and using their sacrifice to sacrifice for the mage world." The old woman said calmly, and took care of Du Zhengyi's emotions, "I'm not attacking Qionglin, I respect you, child." There must always be people who sacrifice for all to achieve great things. ”

"Great cause," Lodge muttered.

The old woman looked at him keenly, "What do you want to say, child?" I never worked for Qionglin, nor did I deceive Qionglin, you can speak freely. Really, don't waste my chance to sit here, I've lived longer than all of them, and I've been running news all my life, and I know so much about it! ”

"I mean to say" Roach hesitated, not knowing how to organize the language. "I think I've heard it many times."

"Great cause?" The old woman asked knowingly.

"A great cause, a common cause, a supreme purpose, a great goal," said Roach, who said in a series of almost synonymous phrases, "I have heard many people say, with different purposes, from different camps, but they all say the same. It seems that there are a little different paths to the same end. ”

When he said this, he looked at Du Zhengyi cautiously, for fear that he would be angry. Because Luo Qi knew that the person who said this was the Lotus Burner, Qionglin, Sect Leader Zhao, Pei Shu, and the Ancestor Mage. In Roach's eyes, these people have become more and more overlapping, and on a certain level, they have some obvious common trait for him.

"That's because that's what mages exist for." The old woman affirmed.

Roach looked back in surprise, "Purpose? Isn't that meaning? For example, it makes sense to fight for a certain belief for a lifetime or something? ”

"The purpose, of course. Because we were created by the Creator, and since we were created by the Creator, of course we have a purpose, and we were born for something, and we are born with a mission. ”

"Uh" Roach thought for a moment, "The myth of mankind says that the Creator was lonely, so they were created"

"Do they consider themselves the Creator's pets?" The old woman asked curiously.

Rocky choked up, not knowing how to answer.

The old woman didn't dig deeper, "That's definitely a complicated question, and it's right that you don't know, humans keep asking themselves where they came from, that's their problem." For us, the Mage was created by the Ancestral Master for the purpose of achieving a great common cause. Of course, the vicissitudes of life, and now that even the Ancestor Mage has not been heard from, no one knows what the great common cause is. This statement is just a catchy slogan from distant racial memory, and anyone can borrow it. ”

Luo Qi and Du Zhengyi glanced at each other, he turned his head and said hesitantly, "If you are here to buy news of the Ancestor Mage, I can swear with my father's dignity, we have no information about the Ancestor Mage." ”

The old woman laughed and jokingly said, "Fortunately, I know that Lord Ling Zun is a decent person with some dignity. ”