There is an old man in a robe in Ruler Lane in Daliang Beijing, who looks like he should be a lazy person, sloppy in clothes, and his tattered robe is not sewn, he likes to sleep on the table, and never takes the initiative to solicit guests.

But as soon as the wind and rain go down, and the big characters on the banner are pulled, Lotte knows his fate and is not worried, he will immediately shrink his head, mumble stingy, and don't say anything, this kind of words that people can't understand.

Today's weather is very good, the warm sun is falling to make people sleepy, it should be a good time to make up for sleep, the old Taoist priest did not rarely rest at the desk, reclining in the wooden chair, looking at the pedestrians.

After a while, the old man suddenly straightened up and shouted to a young man: "Little guy, come on, come on, I have a fate with you, how about calculating a hexagram for you?"

Not far away, the young man with the bookcase on his back paused obviously, turned sideways and looked at the old Taoist with a slight doubt, and the old Taoist priest hurriedly hooked his hand and signaled the young man to come closer.

The old Taoist priest saw at a glance that he was still a little immature when he came to the capital at the beginning of his youth, and said with a smile: "Young man, I never solicit customers from the poor road, that is, I see that you are destined, and I will help you calculate a hexagram, what do you think?"

The young man subconsciously held the money bag on his waist in the palm of his hand, shook his head, and said directly: "I have no money." ”

The old Taoist priest was stunned, and then laughed and said: "Poor Dao said that there is fate, but he didn't say that he wanted to collect your money, he didn't want money." ”

The young man walked to the stall suspiciously, and reiterated with suspicion: "I really don't have any money." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled and nodded, unfolded a piece of yellow paper, stained the tip of the brush with some ink, and handed it to the young man.

The young man hesitated, but still took the pen and wrote the word 'one' on the paper, and pushed the yellow paper to the old road.

"You are going to enter the capital to meet someone, an official who has the grace of knowing you, and the official position is not low. The old Taoist priest looked at it carefully and suddenly spoke.

The young scholar nodded hesitantly and looked at Lao Dao, meaning to let the other party continue.

The old Taoist priest laughed and said: "But it's unfortunate that the person you are looking for is not in the capital now, even if he comes back, he may not meet you." ”

The young scholar asked, "Why?"

The old Taoist priest pinched up the yellow paper and put it in front of his eyes, thought about it, and said with a smile: "When you become a real seed of reading, he may meet you." ”

The young man nodded as if he didn't understand, and wanted to ask something more, but the old Taoist priest always smiled and didn't answer.

The scholar didn't ask any more questions, he stared at the old Taoist priest's face with a serious face.

Under the warm sun, an old man and a young man, a Taoist scholar, two plainly dressed guys, were relatively speechless.

After a while, the old Taoist priest sighed faintly and said, "Let's go, it's rare to get an inch of golden time." He waved his hand and motioned for the boy to leave.

The young scholar tugged at his shoulder strap and lifted the bookcase upward.

After the scholar left, the old Taoist priest gently crumpled the yellow paper, threw it on the table, his eyes fell into the distance, and he muttered a little melancholy: "Ye Fanglan, you have found an excellent successor." ”

"It's just that this long night is coming, and I don't know if he can grow to the point you want. ”

At this moment, a small Xinyan landed in front of the table from a high altitude, gently pounced on the yellow paper ball, and came to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest took down the note brought by Xinyan, and after unfolding it, his leisurely expression gradually became solemn, and finally became gloomy, he suddenly looked up at the blue sky, and sat down and said: "The sun has set, and the wind and rain have arrived." ”

"Gluttony is coming. ”

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In the spring season, the young willows are green, and the sunset falls on the mountain, bypassing the branches, and dotting the ground with bundles of fragmentary light.

The withered yellow and tender green are like starlight covering the ridges in the sky, but a certain part of the valley seems to have been carved by the gods, and there are dark clouds covering the sun, just exposing the gaps, attracting the heavenly light to sit.

"Hum..."

The golden light that overflowed from Chen Anzhi's spine flashed away, and after quickly swimming in his body, it stayed in his eyes, and at the same time, a three-petaled golden lotus statue quietly appeared and stayed between his eyebrows for a moment.

"Poof..."

With a soft sound, the three-petal golden lotus statue suddenly withered, and one petal gradually dissipated like starlight.

The movement was so light that no one noticed it.

Fang Xiaoshang's thoughts were completely confused, and he looked at everything that happened in front of him in a daze, and the figure that fell in front of Chen An turned into deep fear in an instant.

The young man full of poetry and books didn't know how to describe that person, maybe the other party was no longer a person.

It was a figure covered in blood, with no skin up and down, no skin, and even muscle fibers and slightly throbbing blood vessels, he opened his mouth, but let out a beastly roar, pulled his arm out of Gu Yu's chest, shook his hand, and threw away the crushed heart residue.

The bloody man turned around, looked at Chen An deeply, and then turned his gaze to Fang Xiaoshang, who was staring at the bloody man, his eyes touched, and he was so frightened that he trembled all over, took a few steps back, and raised his hand to draw talismans to guard against it.

Who knew that the bloody man's gaze swept over Fang Xiaoshang, bowed down slightly, and suddenly saw the two-petal golden lotus statue between Chen Anzhi's eyebrows, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes covered by blood showed a trace of pity, and then he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, using his hands and feet together, a scarlet light swept by, suddenly disappeared in place, and turned into a rainbow light in the dense forest.

Fang Xiaoshang didn't expect the other party to leave like this, he was a little sluggish for a while, and then he reacted and breathed a sigh of relief, and found that his back was already wet with cold sweat, only then did he think of Chen Anzhi, who was seriously injured, and he raised his steps and was about to walk over, but his feet were weak, and he sat directly on the ground, as if he had been drained of strength, and he had to look at the man who was stuck in the mud, but there was nothing he could do.

The heart-piercing pain in his chest made Chen Anzhi's consciousness slightly awake, his consciousness was almost blurred, muddy, and his eyes were blurred, only to see a red figure suddenly appear, and then disappear.

Familiar figures flashed in front of them, as if they were looking at flowers, they were either smiling, or crying, or angry, or complaining...

Thousands of postures, in a flash.

In the end, she stayed on a familiar face, a beautiful and incomprehensible woman's face, with a faint smile on her face, and a warm spring in her eyes, which gradually dissipated.

Even if the blur dissipated, Chen Anzhi knew who it was, it was someone he would never forget, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch the woman's face, but suddenly he only felt that his throat was slightly sweet, and his blood was surging, and he forcibly held back the gushing of blood with his only remaining consciousness.

The light in Chen An's eyes, which had already been dissipated, was like a star streamer gathering, and finally converged into a little golden light, quietly converging into the body, fused into the blood, like a warm current, passing through the whole body, slowly moisturizing the flesh, his injuries were under the golden light, and he actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally vague face gradually condensed in front of Chen Anzhi's eyes, becoming clear, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes slowly.

Fang Xiaoshang rested for a while, and was about to get up to check on Chen Anzhi's injuries, when his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

Thousands of rays of light appeared in thousands of ways, and the wisps fell, converging into Chen Anzhi's body, and thousands of golden rays hung down between his eyebrows, moistening Chen Anzhi's body, and the red blood covered by the golden light faintly revealed a pale golden light.

A very strange text appeared on his bare skin, and the seven hundred and twenty acupuncture points in his body glowed with golden light, like a small world, and it was vaguely seen that there was a Jin Xi villain sitting in it, or meditating, or chanting, or practicing boxing, lying on his side, seven hundred and twenty villains with different postures, and solemn prayers came out, as if all beings were worshipping and sacrificing, and the momentum was huge.

Fang Xiaoshang's expression gradually became solemn, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the words on Chen Anzhi's skin, this kind of writing he had never seen before, not even on the oldest books in the three states and five regions, but it was definitely not the font that existed on the other side of the Great Wall.

The spear that pierced through Chen Anzhi's chest was gradually engulfed in the golden light and turned into a shattered light and dispersed.

At this moment, like the beating of war drums, the sound of thunder echoed in this side of the world, shaking Fang Xiaoshang's eardrums.

This was the heartbeat of Chen Anzhi, giving Fang Xiaoshang an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

The light was stacked in the air, filling this small piece of heaven and earth one after another, so bright that Fang Xiaoshang had to close his eyes and couldn't look directly there.