This rain came suddenly, and it fell as soon as it was said.

Under one roof, Jiang Xiaoman took off his coat and draped it on Ji Xiaoyue, a female snitch.

"Hey, Jiang Xiaoworm, you gave me your coat, aren't you cold?" Ji Xiaoyue squatted on the steps paved with bluestone platforms, raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her and asked.

"What so much nonsense, I said, after entering Fancheng, you will play my maid, you have to be obedient, put it on!" Jiang Xiaoman loosened Xiaobai's reins, untied the package hanging on the saddle and hugged it in his arms, not letting it get wet with rain, and turned his head to the female snitch and said.

"Giggles, fool!" Ji Xiaoyue looked at Jiang Xiaomanle and laughed, and scolded softly.

The robe worn by Jiang Xiaoman on her body smelled refreshing, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus, and she sniffed her nose and couldn't help blushing and heartbeat.

Ji Xiaoyue leaned into the eaves, holding her feet and looking at the passers-by who hurriedly ran to hide from the rain on the street, she shook off her squatting feet that were a little numb, and looked at the young man who was busy holding Xiaobai to the wider eaves to hide from the rain, and a warm current surged up from the soles of her feet.

"Here you go, pad your stomach first, this time it's really my last collection, save some food. Settle Xiaobai, don't let it be drenched in the rain, Jiang Xiaoman used his hand as an umbrella again, trotted all the way back, he touched it in his arms, took out a small cloth bag with food and handed it to Ji Xiaoyue's hand, the rain wet Jiang Xiaoman's hair, wet on his shoulders, and water droplets slid down his face.

Ji Xiaoyue chuckled, took the small cloth bag, and opened it, and there were five or six very delicate osmanthus cakes inside.

"I'm already full outside the city, so it's good to eat a piece to satisfy my cravings. Ji Xiaoyue pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in her mouth, and then handed the cloth bag on the box back to Jiang Xiaoman's hand and said happily: "Speaking of which, you haven't eaten anything all the way, you can eat the rest, anyway, your mother made it for you." ”

"You still have a little conscience. Jiang Xiaoman took the cloth bag, opened it and devoured it, he was really hungry after being tossed by this female snitch for a day.

"Your mother is so kind to you, she brought you such a delicious osmanthus cake out of the house. Ji Xiaoyue changed to a more comfortable position, she leaned against the stone wall, looked at Jiang Xiaoman, who was gobbling up, and said softly.

"That's natural, what mother in this world doesn't love her child, my mother is the best woman in the world for me!" Jiang Xiaoman put the last piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth, patted his stomach with satisfaction, burped comfortably, and said with satisfaction: "It's full!"

"Doesn't your mother make pastries for you to eat on weekdays?" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the female snitch who had quieted down at this moment and was no longer noisy, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"My mother, I've almost forgotten what she looks like, but just like you said, although she hasn't made osmanthus cakes for me, she is still the best woman in the world for me. Ji Xiaoyue buried her head between her legs and said in a low voice, her eyes were a little red, she missed her mother's kiss a little.

"I'm sorry!" Jiang Xiaoman couldn't guess what was going on when he saw Ji Xiaoyue like this, and hurriedly apologized.

For the first time, he found out that this little girl, who seemed to be happy and very cheerful at any time, would also have a sad and sad side, and his mood couldn't help but be sad.

"Okay, young master worm, I don't mind. Ji Xiaoyue stretched out a hand and rubbed her eyes, nibbled on the osmanthus cake he handed her, and said happily: "I am a female snitch, the first female snitch in Fancheng." ”

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a good-looking arc: "Yes, you are a dignified generation of female snitches, who robbed my family's Xiaobai the first time they met, and now they rely on me again." ”

"No way, who let us have a fate. Ji Xiaoyue replied with a smile, she looked at Jiang Xiaoman, and at this moment Jiang Xiaoman finally untied the gun magazine behind him, took out three silver gun segments and connected them together, wiped them seriously, and asked, "Jiang Xiaoworm, are you very powerful?"

"That's natural, I, Jiang Xiaoman, am a great hero in the future, and I am invincible in the Southern Regions. Jiang Xiaoman wiped the silver spear, waved it in his hand, and smiled with satisfaction.

This gun, together with the rosewood gun magazine, was given to him by Jiang Yao before going out, different from the cold iron spear of the border army system, this gun is three feet nine inches long, weighs forty-two pounds and seven taels, and the name of the gun is gentian, which Jiang Yao used in the early years, and it has a special meaning for him.

To tell the truth, this gentian silver spear, Jiang Xiaoman also held it in his hand for the second time, the first time, when he left Vermilion Bird City.

This gun, compared to the border army-style spear he used to practice shooting on weekdays, is really much heavier, and Jiang Xiaoman loved it more and more tightly when he held it in his hand for the first time.

"Little snitch, look at it, watch me dance a set of shoots for you!"

In the end, it is still a young man's heart, the more he looks at the gentian gun in his hand, the more he likes it, he can't help but jump up, jump into the street like a big peng, turn around and smile at Ji Xiaoyue, and wave the spear in his hand.

At the moment, pedestrians everywhere are looking for places with eaves to hide from the rain, and the streets are empty, which just allows him to wave the spear in his hand without any scruples, and try the power of this gentian silver spear.

"Drink!" Jiang Xiaoman snorted lightly, and the silver spear in his hand waved up and down, like a silver dragon coming out of the abyss, and the rain falling to the ground scattered around Jiang Xiaoman, but not a drop fell on Jiang Xiaoman.

"Good! It's really good! Good gun, good rain, good offspring!"

Just when Jiang Xiaoman finished his work and stood up, a cheer came from not far away, the young man was a little embarrassed to get up, it was rare to be praised by outsiders, and he looked over with some embarrassment, under a green tile roof at this time, there was an old fortune teller, and it was this old Taoist who was applauded.

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment, the kid is very honored!" Jiang Xiaoman waved his gun and said softly, neither humble nor arrogant, my mother said that you should not be arrogant or too humble when you go out.

"The kid is just making it, but he doesn't regret the heavenly spear?" The old Taoist priest was wearing an old Taoist robe, although the patches were patched, but they were very clean, with a pinch of goatee erected, and his face was ruddy, so that he had a fairy spirit.

"Exactly, sir, good eye. Jiang Xiaoman nodded and said, although the Heavenly Spear was created by the first generation of Zhenbian Soldiers, and it belongs to the Border Army Seventh, but it is not a secret in the Great Xia Border Army, and many border soldiers will use it, so there is nothing to hide.

"At your age, it's really rare to be able to cultivate the Heavenly Spear of No Regrets to such an extent, this bone is really good. The old Taoist priest stroked his goatee, looked at Jiang Xiaoman and chuckled, and said.

Ji Xiaoyue hid under the eaves of that place, listening to the conversation between the two with some curiosity, just now, Jiang Xiaoman's set of executions made her look at the young man even higher, this fool is quite a fool.

"This rain is getting heavier and heavier!" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the sky and couldn't help frowning: "I don't know when it will stop." ”

"When it's time to stop, it's time to stop. Lao Dao smiled, stood in the rain, let the rain wet his clothes, but he didn't seem to care, he glanced at Ji Xiaoyue, turned to look at Jiang Xiaoman, thought about it, and then said: "Meeting is fate, the little donor might as well let the old man help you calculate a hexagram, rest assured, don't accept your money." ”

"Then there is Mr. Lao, now I can only find this eaves to temporarily shelter from the wind and rain, Mr. Please move, don't dislike it." Jiang Xiaoman didn't shirk it, he often read it in books when he was at home, but he didn't want to be touched by himself when he went out, so he couldn't help but want to experience it for himself.

Lao Dao came to the eaves, sat cross-legged, waved his sleeves, took out a piece of tortoise shell from it, touched it in his arms, and took out three copper coins, poured them into the tortoise shell, Lao Dao gently pinched the tortoise shell and shook it three times, and then buckled it to the ground, and knocked the three copper coins as if they were alive and jumped out of the tortoise shell, standing upright on the bluestone pavement, glowing with pale white light. The beating doesn't stop.

The old Taoist priest's eyes were closed, and there were words in his mouth, and suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened and stared at the three copper coins, and with a soft click, the three copper coins finally stopped beating and rolled down to the feet of the old Tao.

"Little donor, are you going north this time?" Lao Dao picked up the copper coin, stared at Jiang Xiaoman and said slowly: "This trip to the north, one goes for three years, the return is indefinite, the blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, the good and evil are mixed, and the clothes are stained with blood, which is also a disaster for you." ”

"Dare to ask sir, where will this fate be, and what will this catastrophe be?" Jiang Xiaoman didn't understand Lao Dao's words very well, but at least he knew that this trip to the north might not be as peaceful as he imagined.

"You can't say it, it's a heavenly opportunity, you can't say it, you can't say it. Lao Dao stared at Jiang Xiaoman's face, and then said after a moment of silence: "I look at the face of the little donor is the fate of the great wealth and nobility, but this wealth still needs to be sought in danger, and the little donor will have a catastrophe on his northward journey this time, but I am afraid that this opportunity is also due to this catastrophe." ”

In this way, Mr. Lao has solved the boy's doubts. Jiang Xiaoman nodded, took out his purse in his arms, poured out a piece of silver, and stuffed it into the old Taoist priest's hand, and spoke.

He didn't know what kind of catastrophe he would face in the next trip to the north, he grew up under the protection of his parents since he was a child, and he had never experienced it, so he couldn't talk about how worried and scared he was about the calamity in the mouth of the old Taoist, on the contrary, he became more and more interested in the opportunity in the mouth of the old Taoist.

"If the old Taoist guess is right, the little donor should be surnamed Jiang?" The old Taoist priest did not shirk, he took the silver tael, thought about it and asked softly to Jiang Xiaoman.

"Yes, my surname is Jiang. Jiang Xiaoman nodded and said, he didn't hide it, and replied truthfully.

"The Northern Regions win, the Southern Regions Ginger, the Nine Heavens Yun Vermilion Bird, the Nine Hidden Xuanwu, Water and Fire, have been mutually reinforcing since ancient times. Lao Dao nodded, the young but extraordinary little benefactor in front of him was born from his roots, as he expected, from the Supreme Clan of the Southern Regions, and most of the catastrophe of this northward journey should be on his surname.

The old way has an extraordinary origin, and he does not belong to this world, and when he passed through Fancheng today, he saw that the young man of the Jiang family was full of purple qi behind him, and it was unspeakably expensive, so he couldn't help but love talent, so he said a few more words.

But that's it.

The people in the Daomen pay attention to the fate and law, this Jiang family boy has his own fate and law, and others can't interfere too much, otherwise most of them will be contaminated with cause and effect that should not be contaminated.

"Uncle Dao, can you also help me calculate a hexagram?"

Lao Dao turned his head and saw Ji Xiaoyue staring at him with big eyes at this moment, pondered for a moment, nodded, and promised: "It's okay, it's fate to meet today, little girl, stretch out your right hand to Lao Dao." ”

"Xuanyuan descendants!"

After seeing the lines of Ji Xiaoyue's palm, Lao Dao couldn't help but lose his voice.