Out of the copper horse road, walk dozens of miles to the Broken Sword Mountain. Broken Sword Mountain is in the northern part of the Central Plains, and it is difficult to see any decent Pingchuan except for the vast mountains.

Sitting in the post station, Dao Chan and Murong Yiwen drank cloudy tea.

"How do you feel? It's been a few days, are you still feeling dizzy?" Murong Yiwen looked at Dao Chan.

Daozen rubbed his forehead and sighed. He remembered nothing after he passed out in the Huikong meditation room. When he woke up, he was lying on the bed, and Huikong was sitting on the futon and reciting the scriptures.

He only felt dizzy and weak, but for some reason, his heart was as clear as the hot summer breeze.

"Now that the donor is awake, the old man will not stay long. Huikong still looked kind, smiling at Daozen.

Daozen knew that Huikong was not just telling himself a Buddhist scripture: "Great monk, what have you done to me?"

"Just gave the donor something. Don't worry too much, the old man is not harmless. As for what it is, if the time comes, the donor will know. ”

Dao Chan is most disgusted with others doing unknown things to himself, if so, how can he not be controlled by others? Dao Chan was ruthless in his heart, and stretched out his hand to choke Huikong's neck: "If you still want to live, tell the master now." ”

Huikong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha." Although the donor's demeanor is out-of-the-box, he has a ruler. Although lazy on the surface, it can be shown in the heart. Although it is ruthless, it is affectionate and righteous. The donor is still young, the spiritual mirror is not clear, and the right and wrong in the world are not yet transparent. But the old man believed that if he washed the lead of the donor one day, he would definitely achieve something extraordinary, and the world would be bathed in the demeanor of the donor. ”

"Old bald donkey, the master didn't ask you this, hurry up and tell me, what did you do!" Daochan felt unwell, his body trembled, and he fell to the side.

Huikong laughed three times: "The donor wouldn't have killed me, so why bluff, it's better to rest for a while." ”

Dao Chan was furious, but in the end, as Huikong said, he waited until his body regained his strength, and secretly cursed Huikong thousands of times in his heart, and then left.

"I really should have killed the old bald donkey. Daozen slapped the table, still annoyed.

Murong Yiwen looked at the aggrieved Dao Chan, and the joy in his heart: "I think it's too late for you to go now." ”

Daochan glared at Murong Yiwen: "Let's go together, you do it?"

"We are scholars, so let's forget about fighting and killing. ”

Daochan knew that Murong Yiwen was watching his jokes, but he was helpless, so he took a sip of tea.

"If this shop didn't sell tea and muddy water, I think business would be much better. Daozen was quite dissatisfied.

Murong Yiwen smiled: "Coming to the north of the Copper Horse Road, especially this Broken Sword Mountain, it is not easy to drink a decent cup of tea, and the water here is worth more than gold." ”

"Why?" Dao Zen was puzzled.

Although Murong Yiwen said it, he also felt that the tea was turbid and difficult to swallow, so he put down the teacup: "There is no shortage of water in this place for dozens of miles, but there are very few non-toxic drinks. The reason is all in Broken Sword Mountain. ”

"Could it be the blacksmiths on Broken Sword Mountain who strike iron every day, striking too much iron, and the dirty water is like a river?"

"I said it was because of Broken Sword Mountain, but I didn't mean the Evil Clan. This Broken Sword Mountain is a volcano, or why do you think the evil clan settled here? To build a superior weapon, you need two things, one is the yang essence, that is, the fine iron in the meteorite outside the sky, and the other needs fire. The best fire is the fire of the lungs of the earth. And this Broken Sword Mountain can be described as unique. The lava from the volcano of Broken Sword Mountain flows into the leyline rivers, causing the water to be poisonous, so it is not easy to drink a sip of clean water here. Murong Yiwen said slowly.

"In this way, I have some admiration for those iron-screwers, who are not tired to death, and will be poisoned sooner or later. Daozen knew that he couldn't do that.

For the tea at the post station, Daochan was not the only one who was dissatisfied, the man with a spear next to him threw the teacup on the table: "Xiao Er, come here!"

As soon as the shopkeeper heard the man's tone, he knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly lowered his head and ran over.

"You tell Lao Tzu, what's in this teacup?"

The shopkeeper stretched out his head and glanced at it: "Objective, it's tea." ”

"Do you still need sand in your tea?" Dahan glared at Xiao Er. The little two were so frightened that they trembled. He knew why so many people came to the originally deserted post station, it was nothing more than to go to Broken Sword Mountain, so these warriors with swords on their backs were all masters of the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't afford to mess with him.

"Hero, you... Extinguish fire. We open the door to do business, how dare we deceive you old, just... That's all we have here, if you... If you are not satisfied, the small one will go and change the pot for you. ”

"Is it still like this for another pot?" the big man's eyes widened.

Xiao Er didn't dare to reply, let alone change the pot, even if he moved the water tank, it would be nothing more than that. But Xiao Er knew that this uncle was angry, and if he wanted to say what was in his heart, he would inevitably be beaten. Even the shopkeeper can't be the master for him. Wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, the shopkeeper was at a loss.

One of the people at the same table with the man said in a cold voice: "Huafeng, don't keep your mouth shut, we didn't come here this time to cause trouble." ”

The big man was obviously extremely afraid of the man who spoke, glared at Xiao'er viciously, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out." ”

Seeing that people kept moving towards Broken Sword Mountain outside the post station, Dao Chan touched his chin: "When was the King Kong Realm so cheap, it was all rotten." ”

"In your eyes, you still can't see the cultivation of those people? Not everyone is in the Vajra Realm. ”

"I know, that's why I asked, those who are not in the Vajra Realm, what are you doing here, although according to what you said, go to the mound to choose weapons, people can choose one, but when the time comes, the treasure will be snatched and killed, I think Broken Sword Mountain will not make decisions for those who are low in cultivation. One by one, I was really carried away. ”

"You still don't understand the truth of seeking wealth and danger? The more low-level martial artists are, the more they need a superior weapon. ”

Although Daozen understood this truth, he would not make such a stupid move.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take a walk and take a look. Let's go down the mountain to divinate the hexagrams. The sky is the array, and the earth is the plate. Fuxi gossip is hidden in his sleeve. Don't ask for a hundred years in the pre-test, and look at the descendants in the post-test for a hundred years. Good fortune and bad fortune are in the past, and the future of wealth and wealth can be found. A shout rang out in the inn.

Daochan's eyes were cold: "Monk!"

Looking back, it turned out to be a Taoist priest, this Taoist priest looked young, crowned year, a black mole between his eyebrows, extremely conspicuous, but he had two goatees hanging on his mouth, which was slightly funny. Dao Chan smiled and shook his head, he was no stranger to disguise, and he knew the truth and falsehood of this person's beard when he saw it.

Daozen didn't take it seriously, he was still quite kind to the Taoist, after all, he was a little Taoist when he was a child. Although the Taoist priest tried his best to sell, no one cared. There are a few people in the rivers and lakes who care about good luck and evil, if this is the case, they farm at home early, why bother licking the blood?

The Taoist priest sighed, walked to the table between Dao Chan and Murong Yiwen, and sat down. Daochan and Murong Yiwen looked at each other and smiled, and did not open their mouths to drive away.

The Taoist priest was not polite, he took a sip of the tea on the table, and he didn't care about the bitterness of the tea at all.

"Don't blame the two donors, I have been poor all the way, and I haven't taken a stall of business for so many days, and I am shy in my pocket, and I don't have any money for tea. After drinking the tea of the two of you, why don't I calculate the two of you?" the Taoist priest had a smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to it.

Murong Yiwen said with a smile: "If the Dao Leader is thirsty, just drink tea." ”

"No, no, how can the poor Dao be in vain, let the poor Dao count the two of them as a hexagram. ”

Daochan looked at the Taoist priest and felt that this Taoist priest was really interesting, how could he rush to tell people hexagrams: "I said long, even if you are a monk, you are also doing business, how can you do such a business and sell yourself." If that's the case, others will think you're not accurate, and who's going to come to you?"

The Taoist priest said: "It's not a secret, the poor Taoist calculation is really inaccurate, but I have this preference in my life." It is like a drunkard who does not drink for a day, and this wine worm pierces his bowels, and it is hard to endure it. ”

Murong Yi smiled gently.

Dao Chan laughed: "Dao Chief, just what you said just now, I will let you count a hexagram." "Dao Chan has never seen such a charlatan, and there are people who lift stones and shoot their own jobs.

"I don't know what you call them?"

Murong Yiwen pointed to Dao Chan: "His name is Thirteen, and my name is Murong Yiwen." ”

"Oh, it's not going to work. ”

This Taoist priest is peculiar, and his name is even more peculiar.

"No, good name. Daozen nodded with his eyes closed.

Butong looked surprised: "Does the donor really think?"

Daochan waved his hand: "What donor is not a donor, it is uncomfortable to listen to, you can just call us by name." I don't know what the person who named you thinks, but my master used to say I didn't understand. I think it's good that it doesn't work. ”

The Taoist priest had tears in his eyes and nodded again and again: "It seems that the donor, oh no, you and I have the same disease." Master, his old man, always said that I don't know anything about the nine spiritual acupoints. ”

"Haha, then we can't get together, no, let's do the math for me and the half-stunned. I'm going to see what you can figure out. ”

Hearing Daochan say this, Butong wiped his tears, then looked at Daochan and the two of them, and then said: "Thirteen, your sword eyebrows are horizontally sharpened, your sharpness is pressing, and there is a lot of luck in your eyes, and at first glance, you are noble-born and have the appearance of an emperor." However, the scars at the corners of the eyebrows show that the life experience is bumpy. ”

After that, Butong asked in a low voice, "Is it accurate?"

Daozen laughed: "It's not done yet, let's talk about being half-stunned." ”

Butong glanced at Murong Yiwen again: "The face is delicate, but the eyebrows are down, although there is great talent, it is not useful." The human medium is short, and the eyes contain gray light, and they cannot live long. ”

Butong stretched out his head and whispered, "Accurate?"

Murong Yiwen was noncommittal and smiled slightly.

It can be said that there is no way to speak, especially when it comes to saying that Murong Yiwen "cannot live long". If ordinary people have already beaten people with sticks, how can they sit at the same table and drink tea with him so calmly.

I don't know what I say, but he just says what he thinks. "Don't take it seriously, I've never been accurate, and the two of you should have heard a joke. ”

Of course, Dao Chan didn't take it to heart, he put his arm around the shoulders of the incomprehensible and said, "No, I advise you not to go to the hexagram in the future." ”

"Why?" I don't understand the meaning of Taoism.

Dao Chan smiled: "Making money to make a living is a trivial matter, I'm afraid that you will tell people hexagrams in the future, and others will not live a short life, and you will already die, haha." ”

"I see, I made a note of it. He nodded his head again and again.

"Then will you still count hexagrams in the future?" Murong Yiwen asked with a smile.

Butong sighed: "It's really not for it, it's not for it." I'm afraid it won't work. ”

As soon as these words came out, Dao Chan laughed.

"It's okay, it doesn't work, I'm a friend of yours, if someone dares to bully you in the future, even if you come to me, I'm thirteen don't have any skills, but I'm still very familiar with fighting." ”

"Thirteen, the fists and feet are ruthless, let's better reason with others. "I don't know how many years old Daozen is, but in front of Daozen, it is Daozen who has the appearance of a big brother.

Murong Yiwen shook his head, if he didn't understand, he didn't know how many times he had said it to Dao Chan, but Dao Chan would never listen to it.

"Okay, of course, reasonable, I like to reason with others the most. Daozen swore and promised again and again.