Fantasy Westward Journey: I bring the system Changan fortune-telling

The gold and silver boys completed the task. After pointing Li Xiangya to Yalong Mountain Yalong Cave, they repeatedly warned not to disturb the old lady.

Li Xiang patted his chest and promised that he would only bring back his little fox.

Only then did the gold and silver boys feel relieved, took the five treasures, and went back to Lihentian.

The lotus cave was empty, without the owner, Li Xiang and his party stayed overnight in the lotus cave.

During this period, Li Xiang contacted Hu Xiaobai through the World Channel, and Hu Xiaobai told her that this beautiful big sister was enlightening her and teaching her magical powers.

Li Xiang thought to himself, those who can be with the sage boy must not be some wicked people, let Hu Xiaobai learn for a while, just as Brother Hou and others still need to take Jindan to recover from their injuries, so they stay in Lianhua Cave for a while.

After staying for a few days, Brother Hou and others were still practicing Xuangong and refining elixir. Li Xiang, who was extremely bored, sneaked out of the Lotus Cave.

The two great kings of Pingdingshan returned to the sky, and there were only three or two little demons in the mountain, and each of them was scared out of their wits. In addition, Li Xiang had just achieved a record of blocking the door, and his self-confidence was extremely inflated, so he left Brother Hou and others in the Lotus Cave to slow down. Practice slowly, and wander out by yourself.

Riding on his beloved little white horse, Li Xiang didn't have a clear goal. Just in time for spring, he leaned on the horse and let the white horse walk around.

The white horse sometimes stops to eat some grass, sometimes walks slowly, and even trots for a while when he is interested, Li Xiang does whatever he wants.

Li Xiang enjoys this feeling very much, just like a joke I saw in my previous life: I really want to herd cattle, but with my IQ, I can only put one head, and I can’t count the number of them. Go to bed, if the cow is lost, I will lose it too, don't worry.

That's it!

The white horse was walking in the mountains, and under the warm spring sun, Li Xiang stared at the horse's back and fell asleep.The white horse was also considerate and stopped running, waking Li Xiang up.

Faint human voices came from the ear, which woke Li Xiang up. After listening carefully, he only got a half-queue:

The phoenix pillow has no hidden jade sun, and the mandarin quilt can no longer sleep with flowers.Youyou's love is boundless, and the sunset has been vicissitudes for thousands of years.

In this half-que poem, there is a sense of wealth and nobility, and it also contains endless reminiscences of old love.

Li Xiang tasted it carefully for a while, only to feel that the literary talent is good.

Looking around, the white horse took him to a strange place, surrounded by rugged mountains and overgrown trees, the voice came from the forest.

Li Xiang thought to himself, there are still people in this goblin world?I was suddenly curious in my heart.

Holding the Pingjin sail tightly, Li Xiang had confidence in his heart, so he dismounted from his horse, tied the reins to the tree stump by the side of the road, used the Pingjin sail as a crutch, turned up into the forest, and went away looking for the sound.

After walking for a while, they came to a clearing in the forest. A tall, thick-boned old woodcutter was half lying on the firewood he had cut, with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.

Seeing Li Xiang approaching, the old woodcutter ignored him.

Li Xiang didn't care too much, these days there are not many woodcutters cutting firewood who are educated, especially in this land of the Western Regions, they must be extraordinary.

So Li Xiang stepped forward, sat down, stretched, and leaned on the woodpile of the old woodcutter.

The old woodcutter sat up and said, "Little Taoist, you are not welcome!"

Li Xiang said with a smile: "Old man, I don't want to occupy your place, so I just sit and listen to your old poems."

The old woodcutter said: "Little Taoist priest, who are you? You can still understand my poems?"

This old thing is too contemptuous!I am not illiterate, how can I not understand?

Li Xiangdao: "I am a Taoist who came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to learn scriptures. I passed by here and heard the old man recite poems, so I came here specially to have a look."

The old woodcutter said: "A Taoist who learns the scriptures? Are you alone?"

Li Xiang smiled and said: "Can't a person learn the truth?"

The old woodcutter laughed loudly and said, "Little Taoist priest, you are courageous enough. As long as you follow the will of heaven, there will be noble people to help you."

Li Xiangdao: "But Xiaodao didn't follow God's will, old man, do you think God's will will let a Taoist go to the west to get Buddhist scriptures?"

The old woodcutter said: "Then you are even more courageous, and dare to act against the sky."

Li Xiangdao: "Is the sky irreversible?"

The old woodcutter said: "It's reversible, but you have to have great strength and not be afraid of a group of people who think they are the way of heaven, so that you have a chance."

Li Xiang said with a half-smile: "Old man, you can't talk nonsense! Besides, there is not only one person in the way of heaven. Where there are people, there will be conflicts. Where there are conflicts, there will naturally be opportunities."

The old woodcutter was taken aback for a moment, and said with a wry smile, "Spoken words, slipped words."

Li Xiangdao: "Let's skip this topic, the Xiaodao came here looking for the sound, the old man's poems are full of emotion, and I came to listen to the story specially, I wonder if the old man can talk to the Xiaodao?"

The old woodcutter shook his head and said: "There is no need to mention the past, but since I met the Taoist priest, it is also considered fate. I also ask the Taoist priest to give me some advice."

Li Xiangdao: "Old man, please tell me."

The old woodcutter's eyes showed memories, and he said slowly: "The story is actually very simple. We live together as an old couple. The old woman lit a fire and burned the house down. She felt sorry for me, so she hid outside and refused to come back. Daoist, tell me, should the old man forgive her?"

Li Xiang was speechless, thinking it was such an epic love story, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter, so he replied: "Of course I forgive her!"

The old woodcutter asked, "Why?"

Li Xiang said contemptuously: "What's the reason for this? The house burned down, so I just need to rebuild it, but my wife is just this one. There is no such thing as precious love!"

The old woodcutter was startled, and said: "But the old woman burned the house on purpose, can you forgive me?"

Li Xiangdao: "Old man, do you still love your wife?"

The old woodcutter blurted out: "Of course I love you!"

Li Xiang asked again: "Does your wife still love you?"

The old woodcutter said, "I love you too!"

Li Xiangdao: "Isn't that right? We love each other, who hasn't made any mistakes yet, let's open up our hearts, communicate frankly, the old couple will work harder, let's build another house!"

The old woodcutter pondered what Li Xiang said, and stood up after a long while, saluted and said, "Thank you for your guidance!"

Li Xiang stood up, waved his hands, and said, "It's just a small matter, don't be polite."

The old woodcutter carried the pile of firewood on his back and said, "Master Dao, there are so many monsters in the mountains and fields, you should go back earlier, the old man is leaving."

Li Xiang smiled and said: "Old man, you can go on your own, don't worry about me."

The old woodcutter carried a large pile of firewood on his back and walked slowly away on the path in the forest.

Li Xiang guessed that the distance was about the same, so he also tiptoed to follow.

Li Xiang followed all the way out of the forest, the old woodcutter kept walking, but there was a smile on his face, little Taoist, gossip is not so good, since you want to follow, you should take the blame.