After Meng Ran left Fang Xing, he practiced his sword skills diligently, and his martial arts improved like a fly.

Time flashed, and more than half a year passed.

Firecrackers burst out, red lights hung all over the city, and it was spring again.

The peach blossoms bloom and the drizzle continues.

This year, Meng Ran was already twelve years old.

If he was born in the country, then he would already be a strong laborer in the family at this time. However, even if he was born in a scholarly family, although everyone pampered him as a child, it did not affect his maturity.

In the past half a year's life, Meng Ran has grown a lot taller, and the lines on his face have become harder, not as delicate as ordinary readers. He has a straight nose, thick eyebrows, and a very manly spirit, coupled with his long-term martial arts practice, he has a good figure with ape arms and bee waist, and can be called a beautiful man. It's just a hint of greenness between his eyebrows and eyes, which makes him lack a little bit of masculinity. But in time, he will definitely be a good man with great charm.

In Jiangnan, his height is already a little abrupt, and every time he appears on the street, he is a little eye-catching, but he doesn't care about these.

He just silently did what he was supposed to do.

On this day, Mr. Zhang had something to do temporarily, so he took Meng Ran's leave.

Meng Ran was bored at home, so he called the maid Xiaolian to go out shopping together.

After walking for a while, the two of them were a little tired and found a teahouse to rest for a while. I asked for a pot of tea and two plates of snacks.

When the two were drinking tea and laughing, they suddenly heard a voice beside them, which was full of anxiety and concern, "Ah, this son, I see that your Yintang is black, and there will be a bloody disaster in the next few days! If you don't listen to the advice, you may be in trouble. ”

Meng Ran looked back and saw an old man with a white beard and a clear face standing beside him, wearing a Taoist robe, he looked like a bit of a fairy.

He smiled slightly, "Old man, did you still make an oath at the beginning of your Taoism that you would receive money for everything you look at, yes or no?"

Before the old man could answer, Xiaolian giggled.

"Young master, don't talk nonsense......" Before she finished speaking, she laughed again, this time the laughter was a little long, her cheeks were already a little red, and her eyes were full of tears.

The old man's face was a little ugly, and he said seriously: "You young descendant, you don't know the severity, just wait for the doom to come." ”

After that, he turned around and left, leaving a dashing back. It's not so much chic as embarrassing.

At this time, Xiaolian finally stopped laughing, glanced at Meng Ran with some embarrassment, and said angrily: "Young master, do you have to laugh at the dead? Why are you talking so meanly." ”

Meng Ran didn't care about the maid's comments, but just smiled lightly, "It's just a charlatan, so why bother to speak softly to him." Since you don't like it, it's better to let him know the difficulty and retreat, than to entangle him with words. ”

Xiaolian nodded, "The young master has a point, he is worthy of being a person who has read books, but there is a way." ”

Meng Ran only shrugged his shoulders at this.

The two continued to drink tea and gossip.

At this time, Xiaolian is already fifteen years old, already slim, with a delicate figure, although her appearance is not alluring, but she is also a beautiful and wise, coupled with a gentle and virtuous personality, she can be called a good girl. If she hadn't been a criminal official, if she hadn't been a subordinate of the Meng Mansion, I'm afraid she would have already been married, and even more so, she would have already had a child.

Xiaolian looked at Meng Ran in front of her, sometimes talking eloquently, sometimes elegantly drinking a few sips of tea, and her heart was a little crispy. In this regard, Meng Ran, who is immature and simple in the emotional world, is no different.

After drinking half of the tea, Meng Ran looked at the remaining half of the snacks on the table, and said softly: "Sister Xiaolian, go to Xiao Er and ask for a few pieces of paper, and take away the uneaten packing." ”

Xiaolian is still immersed in her own fantasy world and is indifferent.

"Sister Xiaolian?"

"Well, young master, what's the matter?" Xiaolian's face flushed slightly.

"Sister Xiaolian, are you okay? Why are your cheeks flushed?"

Xiaolian was a little embarrassed like a child who had been arrested for doing something wrong, and then gave him a white look, "I was distracted just now, is there anything wrong with the young master?"

That glance hit Meng Ran like a spell, he only felt that he had lost the ability to think, he just looked at Xiaolian blankly, not knowing what to say. Seeing Meng Ran's stupid look, Xiaolian's face was flushed and spread silently, until her face was flushed.

Meng Ran stretched out a hand unfreely and gently put it on Xiaolian's hand......

Two innocent little men and women sat silently in the teahouse full of spring atmosphere. Until two hawkers shouted in the street.

"Rock sugar gourd... Rock sugar gourd..."

The two hands together retracted as quickly as if they had been electrocuted.

There is no wind, no flowers, and no moon.

The youth is like the wind, the beauty is like a flower, and the love is like the moon.

"Hmm, Xiao Er..." Meng Ran was stunned for a moment, and then called Xiao Er, "Please pack the rest of the snacks." ”

Xiao Er nodded and went.

After a while, Xiaolian carried the half plate of dim sum and followed Meng Ran out of the teahouse.

"Sister Xiaolian, do you want to eat sugar gourd?"

"Yes. ”

Meng Ran caught up with the vendor and asked for three strings of sugar gourds, and Xiaolian took out her purse and paid a few copper coins.

Xiaolian took a string, and Meng Ran took a string in one hand, and gnawed it quite leisurely. The bamboo skewers should have been cut by the hawkers themselves, with some bamboo thorns protruding; the hawthorn should have been freshly picked in the fields outside the city, and the fruit was not very good-looking; the syrup wrapped outside the hawthorn should have been boiled at the hawker's house, with a thin layer and a little sweet.

Meng Ran didn't care about this, and walked casually on the street while eating.

The two were walking on their own, and Xiaolian suddenly saw a small stall selling jewelry on the side of the road in front of her, and with a cheer, she ran to the stall and stood there carefully looking at the earrings, hairpins and headdresses.

At this moment, the old man who said that Meng Ran's Yintang was black appeared in Meng Ran's sight again. I saw him holding a bamboo pole with a cloth banner hanging on it, and a big 'Bu' character was written on it.

The old man didn't feel embarrassed to be squeezed for the first time, as if he had seen Meng Ran for the first time, and smiled at him, "This son, do you want divination?"

If it was in normal times, Meng Ran would definitely sneer and leave, but today is a little different, one is that Xiaolian is choosing accessories, and the other is that this old Taoist priest who tells fortunes has been met by him for the second time, so he didn't refuse.

Meng Ran took a few steps forward and walked in front of the old Taoist.

As soon as the old man spoke, he said the same very unpleasant words as before.

Meng Ran just smiled and nodded, and didn't say anything. A voice came from behind him: "Okay, you old Taoist priest, can you do divination? You actually cursed our young master, do you want to go to the yamen to eat a board?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled, "If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it." Why should the little girl bother?"

"I don't care, don't let you say those bad things. ”

The old Taoist priest smiled, ignored Xiaolian, and just looked at Meng Ran, "This son, can you do a divination?"

Meng Ran nodded, "If you calculate accurately, I will naturally offer the silver with both hands, but if you can't calculate accurately, you will have to bother the old gentleman to find a doctor for yourself." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled, with a hint of incomprehensible weirdness in his smile, "Then let's find a place to talk?"

"Okay, let's go to the teahouse just now. ”

The three of them turned around and walked towards the teahouse where they had just met.

For Meng Ran's return and return, the shopkeeper was a little surprised, but he was also very happy, "Three guest officers, what do you want?"

Meng Ran's stomach was full, so he naturally motioned to the old Taoist priest to order something.

The old Taoist priest was not polite, sat on the bench, and then ordered: "First come a pot of good tea, and then four plates of dim sum, and ask for the best in this store." ”

The shopkeeper agreed, and went to get busy.

But Xiaolian looked indignant, "Order so much, have you finished eating?"

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, "Naturally, you can eat it, and the old Taoist hates wasting food the most." ”

Xiaolian was so angry that she sat on the side and pouted.

Meng Ran looked indifferent, and gently patted the maid's shoulder, signaling that she didn't need to care.

"Dare to ask the long name?"

"The old way travels all over the world, and the name is just a symbol for me, it doesn't matter if you say it or not, and it doesn't matter if you know it or not. ”

Meng Ran nodded, "The Taoist is right, it's the juniors who are looking good." ”

The old Taoist priest looked at Lu Yu with a look of relief, and said straightly: "The son can be taught." ”

Meng Ran didn't care much about this big sentence, but she raised the first Buddha of Xiaolian Qi to heaven, and the second Buddha out of her body, and she snorted heavily on the side.

The old Taoist priest just didn't hear this.

He stroked his long beard under his chin, straightened his face, and said in a serious tone: "Little brother, I have traveled the world for many years, and I have never seen such a strange face. ”

Meng Ran joked: "Maybe Mr. has seen fewer people." ”

The old Taoist priest said seriously: "I am not lying to the old Tao, I have been traveling south and north for many years, and I have only seen such a face in my life." ”

Meng Ran said with a smile: "There are no brothers and sisters here, so it is reasonable that the Dao Elder has never seen them. ”

"The little brother misunderstood. Meng Ran joked, but the old Taoist priest said quite seriously: "I'm not deceiving people. I look at your face, the heavenly court is full, full of energy, the eyes are full of energy, the yin and yang are balanced, even if I have seen so many people, your face is rare. You must know that there are always profits and losses, prosperity and decline, coarseness, and stagnation in the face of people, but you are balanced by three stops, but this small mole under the jaw faintly has a bad breath and a blessing phase, although it is offset by the light of the eyes and harmony, but I am afraid that there will be a short-lived phase in the future. ”

Meng Ran was stunned, he didn't know how to answer, he only felt that these words were very familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere.

Where is it?

In a flash of light, he remembered that it was Mr. who had said this to him, and the analysis of the two was exactly the same. Meng Ran was a little suspicious that the person in front of him was Mr. Qi, but he looked left and right, and there was no trace of the old days.