City Against Heaven Doctor

Chapter 2
When Jiang Feiyun saw the word "Xuan'er", his depressed mood immediately cheered up.

No matter how much setbacks you suffer outside, you can no longer show it in front of your girlfriend.

Jiang Feiyun pressed the answer button, forced a smile and said, "Hey, Xuan..."

"Jiang Feiyun..." On the other end of the phone, a cold voice immediately interrupted Jiang Feiyun, "Let's break up."

The forced smile on Jiang Feiyun's face suddenly froze, his expression was restrained, his lips were tightly pressed, and he was silent for several seconds.

Jiang Feiyun lowered his head, looked at the ground, rubbed the toe of his right shoe back and forth on the ground, then raised his head to look up at the pale sky, sighed heavily, and asked, "Why?"

"You are a good man, I am not good enough for you!"

Jiang Feiyun smiled wryly at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Everyone is an adult, so don't use such bad excuses, okay?"

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for two seconds, then the tone changed suddenly, and he said:
"Jiang Feiyun, do you know what I want? What can you give me? Can you afford a car and a house just by relying on your nonsense 'painting doctor'? You know the most precious thing a woman has. What is it? It's youth."

Jiang Feiyun listened carefully to the screaming on the phone, mixed with the sound of a car horn, the tone was different, it should be a sports car.

Jiang Feiyun said calmly: "So, you fell in love with other men?"

"At least it's more valuable than wasting youth on you. I've already got the latest LV bag, and I can go to Tiancheng Hotel for dinner tonight. By the way, don't call me again, I'm afraid of him Will be mistaken."

On the other end of the phone, the voice gradually faded away, but before the phone hung up, I could still hear a faint ending:
"Xuan'er, who are you calling?"

"Eh! Just a poor relation. Let's go, my dear..."

Jiang Feiyun hung up the phone, suddenly smiled wryly, and sighed: "Yang Zixuan, Yang Zixuan, you will regret it!"

However, Jiang Feiyun felt a sense of relief. Some people are destined to be unable to be moved with all their strength. It might be a relief to leave.

Jiang Feiyun walked towards the east side of the street with heavy steps.

The bustling scenery along the way and the hustle and bustle of the whole city had nothing to do with Jiang Feiyun, only loneliness matched him.

"Dead beggar, go away."

Suddenly, on the street ahead, there was a man's scolding voice.

Jiang Feiyun came back to his senses, raised his head and looked forward, only to see a pair of men and women holding hands avoiding a beggar in disgust.

The old beggar with disheveled hair was sitting on the sidewalk with a broken bowl in his left hand and a bamboo pole in his right.

All the pedestrians who passed by chose to take a detour, and even spoke ill at the old beggar.

Jiang Feiyun touched his pocket, took out a ten yuan bill, and walked towards the old beggar.

The old beggar felt that someone was standing in front of him, raised his cloudy eyes and saw a 20-year-old young man bending over and putting ten yuan into his broken bowl.

Jiang Feiyun said lightly: "Go home early."

The moment he saw Jiang Feiyun, the old beggar's gloomy eyes suddenly burst into light, but he concealed it in an instant and returned to normal.

"Hey..." The old beggar suddenly grabbed Jiang Feiyun's hand, "How can you send the beggar for this little money?"

Jiang Feiyun was taken aback for a moment, and looked up and down the old beggar, isn't he a "beggar"?

The old beggar shook his curly and sloppy hair, exposing a row of broken teeth, and said, "Old beggar, I see you look sluggish and hopeless, young man, have you been dumped by your girlfriend? It's okay." , go straight to this street for 1000 meters, and there will be a river. If you can't think about it, just jump in and it will be over."

Jiang Feiyun's face darkened, this old beggar, can he really speak? Now that he has seen how miserable he is, he actually came up with such a bad idea.

Jiang Feiyun immediately regretted it, and hurriedly picked up the ten yuan for that matter.

But the old beggar had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly grabbed the ten yuan and hid it behind him, as if he was afraid of being snatched away.

"You even take the beggar's money, how human are you?"

After hearing this, Jiang Feiyun felt speechless. Shouldn't the money be his own? How could it be his own if he touched his bowl?
Jiang Feiyun sighed. If a person is unlucky enough to meet a beggar, he would choke to death.

Jiang Feiyun didn't bother to argue with this beggar anymore, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"Ehhh..."

The old beggar immediately chased after him, and his companions asked earnestly, "Since you are going to commit suicide, why don't you give me the other 50 yuan you have with you? Anyway, money is something outside your body. If you don't bring it with you, you don't take it with you when you die." go."

Jiang Feiyun stopped immediately, couldn't help but glared angrily at the old beggar who was making progress, pointed at the tip of his nose with a finger, and said, "You..."

But Jiang Feiyun thought about it again and realized something was wrong. How did this old beggar know that he still had 50 yuan on him?

Jiang Feiyun immediately looked at the old beggar with vigilant eyes. The old beggar was sitting on the ground, picking at his feet, and said, "What are you looking at, old beggar, I don't have clairvoyance, can I still see your body?"

Jiang Feiyun began to look at the old beggar seriously, squatted down, faced the old beggar, and asked curiously: "How do you know that I still have 50 yuan on me?"

The old beggar spread his palms and glanced leisurely into the distance, with a rascal attitude of not telling you unless you pay.

Jiang Feiyun pursed his lips, took out his last bit of savings, and smashed it hard on the old beggar's hand.

"Give!"

The old beggar smiled, and while counting the money, he said casually: "You are too poor. As an inheritor of painting and medicine, it is really embarrassing to be like this."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Feiyun's nerves were lifted immediately, and he looked at the old beggar with horrified eyes. How did he know that he was the successor of painting medicine?
After the old beggar finished speaking without holding back, he immediately realized that he had slipped his mouth, and immediately covered his mouth.

The old beggar collected the money, and said with an open-minded look: "That's all, for the sake of your son's filial piety to me, I will give you a gift in return."

The old beggar fumbled among the tattered clothes, and finally took out a round mechanical watch and handed it to Jiang Feiyun.

Jiang Feiyun took the round watch slowly, and found that the hour, minute, and second hands of the round watch all overlapped, pointing to zero, and remained motionless.

Jiang Feiyun looked over it over and over again, and found that this round watch was ordinary, and there was nothing novel about it. It was estimated to be a street stall worth tens of dollars.

Jiang Feiyun yelled angrily: "Hey, you old beggar, you're trying to fool me with a broken watch. Quickly return my money!"

The old beggar blew his beard and stared, and said angrily: "The watch that the god beggar gave you, you dare to call it a broken watch. The old beggar told you that this watch was forged by stealing secrets and craftsmanship. You If you want to get rid of your fate..."

Halfway through his words, the old beggar realized that he had slipped his words again and quickly held his mouth.

And when Jiang Feiyun heard the words "Fate of the Wind and Cloud", the corners of his eyes almost burst open.

What is the background of this beggar, it seems that Jiang Feiyun has nowhere to hide all the secrets in his eyes.

Now that he had slipped his mouth, the old beggar stopped hiding, but put on a solemn look, and said to Jiang Feiyun:
"Boy, for the sake of begging me just now, the old beggar will give you a secret for free: the wind follows the tiger, the cloud follows the dragon. The wind and the cloud meet, and the dragon and the tiger fight. You must never be the same as the one in your name all your life." When people with the word 'wind' meet, once you meet, your destiny will begin."

These words were so familiar, they resembled what the fortune teller warned Jiang Feiyun back then.

Jiang Feiyun was excited and asked: "If Fengyun is destined to meet, what will happen?"

The old beggar narrowed his eyes, and there was a cold light shining in his deep pupils, he stroked his beard, and replied solemnly: "The wind blows away!"

Jiang Feiyun stood there dumbfounded, carefully comprehending the last four words.

These four words are very similar to what the fortune teller said back then.

"Fengjuanyunyun...does it mean that I will die in the hands of 'wind'?" Jiang Feiyun murmured to himself, then his expression changed, "But I don't believe in fate, I must find the person with the word "wind" in his name. "

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Feiyun raised his head again, only to find that the old beggar had disappeared.

Looking around, the old beggar disappeared from the empty street, as if he had evaporated in an instant.

Jiang Feiyun stood up and looked around. Now that he met a mysterious and unpredictable expert, he wanted to ask something else, but he couldn't find any trace.

Jiang Feiyun could only sigh and raised his palm, ready to see what was so mysterious about the round watch given by the beggar who called himself the "God Beggar".

"Eh? Where's the round watch?"

Jiang Feiyun looked at his white and clean palm, and was immediately stunned. It was clearly held in his right hand just now, but it suddenly disappeared.

However, at this moment, Jiang Feiyun's mind was shaken.

Jiang Feiyun seemed to be able to look inside, but unexpectedly found a round watch floating in his mind.

The hour and minute hands are still pointing to zero, but the second hand has begun to swing non-stop, constantly rotating in the dial, pointing in different directions.

Jiang Feiyun's face was extremely horrified, his lips trembled, and the words stuck in his throat took a long time to come out.

"It...it...has actually entered my conscious mind!"

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