not bound

Fu'an Town is located in the north of Wuyun City. It's not a big town, but it's barely considered a wealthy town because it's located around Yaowang Valley.

There is only one restaurant in the town, named Zuigaotai.

And you must drink fine wine and ride the moon to get drunk on the high platform.

The boss seems to be a wine lover.

There are nine tables in the hall, arranged in threes and threes.

There was only one person sitting at the table next to the counter. That person took a chopstick and gestured something on the table. In front of him, there were estimated to be two or no. 30 people lined up waiting for him to speak.

Xue Banxia took a closer look, and the person holding the chopsticks pretending to be a god was surprisingly Bao Sheng, an acquaintance who lived in the restaurant with him last night.

After leaving Wuyun City yesterday, he headed north all the way without stopping for a moment, and finally arrived at Fu'an Town, two hundred miles away, before the sun set.

Two hundred miles northwest of Fu'an Town, he should be able to reach the Abyss of the Valley of the Dead, so he planned to rest in the town for a night before leaving.

Xue Banxia saw the medicinal convoys that are very common in this area at the gate of Zuigaotai.Medicinal convoys are basically transporting and selling medicinal materials, and occasionally do other things such as darts, guides, and selling news, so this kind of convoy is a mixed bag, and they don’t tell the truth to each other. As long as you pay, you can give what you want. need.

Xue Banxia just wanted to find out how to get to the abyss of Minggu, so he walked into this restaurant, and by the way met Bao Sheng, who was not quite right when they met.

At this time, Xue Banxia didn't care much about what Bao Sheng and the group of people were doing, but looked left and right and saw that there was only one vacant table left, so he had to walk over to grab a table.

Xue Banxia ignored the hostile eyes of the people queuing up behind him, lifted the stool next to Bao Sheng with his feet, lifted it up and sat down, and had a clear view of the situation in front of him.

The few people in front of the queue were all from the convoy, and even the shopkeeper was lying in front of the counter and watching secretly.Cen Yang, the only girl in the motorcade, had already finished the game and was sitting at the next table with her chin propped up and her legs crossed to watch the excitement.

Xue Banxia thought the scene was very funny, and hooked his fingers to ask the shopkeeper to serve the tea. Regardless of the shopkeeper's eagerness to see the novelty, he told him that the tea must be local silver willow instead of ordinary scented tea. Water and tea are brought along with a small stove.

This kind of incomprehensible style made the voice of the shopkeeper put down the teapot much louder, and it also made Cen Yang notice Xue Banxia.

Cen Yang, the pharmacist of Xihai, is very beautiful, and his voice has a strange sense of luxury. If he didn't say he was a pharmacist, he would think he was a daughter of some family.Xue Banxia understood her background with just a few words last night, she is a simple person.

She briskly came to Xue Banxia's side, bringing a small wind.

Xue Banxia sniffed lightly, and sure enough she didn't smell anything.A pharmacist who shields himself from the smell of medicine at any time?Is it because you are afraid that people will recognize your true identity from the smell of medicine?

Cen Yang didn't know why he was so close to Xue Banxia, ​​for example, he wanted to tell Xue Banxia's current situation at this moment, fearing that he would miss this interesting event.

In the morning, the people from the motorcade met for dinner. Bao Sheng took a look at Cen Yang's hand holding the chopsticks, and he told him about his background. He probably had a prominent family background. He once wanted to be a musician but failed. match or something.

Cen Yang's expression was right.

As a result, the people who rarely had fun in the desert suddenly regained their energy. Several people rushed to let Bao Sheng read their palms, and they were all quite accurate.

People have always been obsessed with this kind of metaphysics, no matter which country they are in, from emperors and bureaucrats to traffickers and pawns, men, women and children are inevitable, some people are because of greed, some people are because of sustenance.

Xue Banxia caught a glimpse of Cen Yang's neck with half of the jade pendant with the mark of the Valley of the Medicine King exposed, and that pair of fingertips were deformed but not in place, so he didn't make a sound.

Bug carving tricks.

Xue Banxia left a comment.

At this time, it happened to be the turn of a cheerful young man, who sat down and stretched out his hand, with a little eagerness.

With a concentrated expression, Bao Sheng took a chopstick and scratched it back and forth on his hand, as if he was afraid of missing something or staining it.

Xue Banxia couldn't help but rolled his eyes, leaned against the wall and chose a comfortable sitting position, and shifted his gaze to the boy's hand.

The palm lines are deep, the skin is a bit rough, the palm is clean and fleshy, and there are no extra branches on the few lines. This palmistry is not bad at first glance.

Bao Sheng had a godlike expression on his face, and he murmured a few words of prophecy that are common in photo books, and explained the words in a paradoxical way, which made the young man nod his head in gratitude.

A quack warlock is not worth mentioning.

Xue Banxia made another comment.

Cen Yang glanced at Bao Sheng, then at the bored Xue Banxia, ​​and asked, "Baozi, why don't you show it to A Xue?"

Axue, Xue Banxia's new name.

Last night, a pair of slender hands pushed open the door of Zui Gaotai, and the north wind mixed with the withered petals of the frost-resistant magnolia tree at the door poured into the entire lobby. Same.

Xue Banxia was dressed in a flame-like red dress, walking through these snowflake-like magnolia petals, with the clear moonlight behind her, just like the red maple on a high mountain, coming over the wind and snow.

He looked around and looked at the people talking and laughing by the fire, with a harmless expression on his face: "My surname is Xue, and I come from Yong'an, can you..."

Cen Yang, who was sitting in the corner, met Xue Banxia's eyes, and asked in a strange way: "Xue or Xue?"

After speaking, it seemed that he was taken aback, his face flushed suddenly, and he wanted to hide.

On the other hand, Xue Banxia seemed to be okay, and nodded towards Cen Yang with a smile on his face, quite like a disciple of an aristocratic family.

"Miss is really smart. There happens to be a word Xue in her name, which was chosen by her family. This question made Xue feel very kind."

So Cen Yang's face turned even redder.

Xue Banxia spent his meal time last night trying to reconcile everyone's nonsense with the tone of a son of a family who wants to take risks in the desert, and among the crowd, only Bao Sheng has no good impression of Xue Banxia from the beginning.

Seeing Bao Sheng frowned, Xue Banxia rolled his eyes.

Xue Banxia said: "Brother Baobao, with our friendship at first sight, it won't affect you if you look at it, remember don't say I'm leaking money, I can't use up all the money I have to go to the abyss of the Valley of the Dead. "

Bao Sheng dazedly knocked on the edge of the table with his chopsticks, and sneered, "Let's do it."

Xue Banxia spread her hands flat on the table.

First scratched Xue Banxia's palm twice with the chopsticks, then bit the other end of the chopsticks and looked at it for a long time.

"This is not—" Bao Sheng's pupils constricted, and the chopsticks in his hand broke with a "click".

"Ok?"

Bao Sheng raised his head to meet Xue Banxia's eyes, and found that he was still smiling. He almost suspected that he was dazzled just now, so he frowned tightly and looked at it again.

"I'm really ignorant and unlearned. Palm prints like yours... I really can't see anything, and I can't say anything." Bao Sheng sighed.

"It's okay to talk casually." Xue Banxia raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the onlookers who stretched their necks and stretched their ears.

"Oh," Bao Sheng looked at Xue Banxia with some pity, "I don't know who you are, but this palm print must not belong to you."

"Every person's palm prints are unique, and the fine lines will gradually change with the person's life experience. If life is smooth, the palm prints will be clean and deep. If life is rough, the palm prints will be strange and distorted. But your palm prints..."

"My palm prints?"

"It's too perfect. It's like a painter who is proficient in body painting has exhausted his whole life to paint it carefully, without any trace of change, as if you have never experienced anything in so many years."

"Isn't consummation a good life?" someone asked.

"It is impossible for anything to be perfect. If it is full, it will overflow. If there is no defect in any living thing, it must be abnormal. This palm print is placed in front of me. There are no twists and turns, no regrets, and no shortcomings. It only tells me one thing. thing, it's dead!"

At the end of Bao Sheng's speech, the hand holding the chopsticks turned pale.

"So I'm a dead man?"

"Only the palm prints of people who have never been born or died can be so perfect." Bao Sheng said seriously.

Xue Banxia stared at his palm prints for a moment, then hummed exaggeratedly, clasped his hands together and thanked him.

Who wants to hear such nonsense?

The crowd was in an uproar, and the team behind them dispersed in an instant.

Xue Banxia caught sight of the guests by the window leaving, turned around and sat down at that table, and asked the shopkeeper to move the tea to this table, without disturbing everyone's sense of guilt.

Smelling the aroma of tea, Xue Banxia closed her eyes, unconsciously exerting force with her right hand holding the cup.

He remembered his original palm prints, and his past palm prints.

The bald kid who came to visit the house was probably a young monk. Was it from a temple or a Buddhist monastery?

Was he ten years old at that time? The little monk should be about the same age, or a little higher.

"Benefactor Xue, can you let me see your palm prints?" In the impression, it seems to be a face of ice, and the facial features have long been blurred.

"Monk, why do you learn Taoist priests to read palm prints? You want to eat sweets but you are short of money?"

"I'm just curious about the palm print of the next master, and want to know how far you can go, and whether you will become the next Shen Jiuhua."

It sounded very attractive, he stretched out his backed hand in front of the little monk.

"Here, look, remember not to say that I am leaking money."

The little monk held his fingers and looked down at his palm prints seriously.

He can still remember that round head.

It seems to be a pair of young boy's hands, just took off the baby fat, and the fingertips gently stroke his palm. At that moment, it is really like being on the floating clouds in the sky, soft and beautiful, and you can't bear to move rashly.

Thin but thick lines, criss-crossing... There is nothing to hide, entering the world of mortals, fate is in chaos, drifting uncertainly, encountering nine disasters, being punished by heaven, death... is not a fate.

"This... the appearance of nine deaths and no life! No, no, I must have misread it. Don't be afraid, Axue. I'll ask the teacher right away." After all, the two of them were young at the time, and they were young at heart, so they became nervous , The little monk didn't even call out to Master Xue.

"It's okay," he heard himself say.

"Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

The little monk patted Xue Banxia's cheek lightly, as if promising.

those eyes.

Xue Banxia suddenly thought of it, and seemed very anxious and gentle.

He wanted to reach out and grab his clothes, but he could only watch the black clothes quickly disappear into the long corridor.

never see again.

Yes, never again.

Xue Banxia failed to see him again, so he was put in confinement.

To this day, he can't even remember the name of a monk, but he still remembers that paragraph of approval.

Now, he doesn't need anyone to look at his palm prints at all, they can only see the paintings floating on the skin, not the twists and turns engraved on his soul.

If he knew that the future would be an untimely death, he wouldn't live. Just kidding, this is not his style.

So what about the number of near-deaths and no lives, he is still standing here just fine, working as a half-baked doctor to save other people's lives.

Xue Banxia opened his eyes, and there was no longer the turmoil, unwillingness, or even grievance that had been hidden in his heart just now.

After all, you get used to it as you die.

With a touch of calmness, Dr. Xue's gentle smile hung on his face again.

The author has something to say:

Little monk: I am not a monk.

Xue Banxia: Those who shave their heads are all monks.

Little Monk: Well, you are a figure of nine deaths and no life!

Xue Banxia: Just wait for me!