One Sword Nine Ya

At night, the streets of Yuecheng are bustling with lights and lights.Osmanthus seeds were planted beside the road, and the fragrance wafted beyond the clouds, and the petals fluttered and fell on the tattered sackcloth of the old cripple who told fortune-tellers and looked at Fengshui under the tree.

The old cripple painted ghost symbols on a piece of dirty white cloth with a stick of charcoal, closing his eyes and shaking his head from time to time, not knowing what he was doing.

There are a few dudes with good deeds, with bright clothes, shaking fans, and sabers.They watched from the side, bit their ears, pushed out a young man in brocade clothes and kicked him: "Old cripple, what are you doing?"

The unremarkable old man was not angry at all, and replied with a smile: "Foretelling."

The dudes looked at each other and laughed loudly: "Old cripple, could it be that you will marry a wife one day—I think the Widow Zhao on Shuangyue Street is very good!"

The old cripple seemed to really think about it, his cloudy old eyes turned slowly, and he sighed: "I probably don't like the bad old man."

Just now, the young man in brocade clothes was aroused by the old cripple's reaction, and he grinned and said: "Old lame, I don't think anyone has come to patronize your dilapidated stall since Mr. Chen left, so why don't you count it for me?" A hexagram——If you calculate it correctly, the son will reward you with a lot of money, let alone a widow, even a beautiful little lady can marry!"

The old cripple looked at him, and Yoyo closed his eyes: "What do you want, young master?"

"Just count when my family will flourish!"

The old cripple turned the dirty white cloth over, and there were traces of charcoal pencils on the back, with twists and turns like earthworms crawling.

Na Jinyi had never seen such a strange symbol before, and asked, "What is this?"

The old cripple picked up the charcoal pencil: "Fate."

A few playboys also craned their necks to see how the old man bluffed.

The old cripple first asked Jinyi's birthday, then where he was born, where he lived now, and what blood relatives he had in his family - he even asked about the weather on the day he was born.

Jin Yilang got impatient with his questions, but seeing that this fortune-telling method was really strange, he answered them one by one.

Every time he answered a question, the old cripple would add a stroke to the ghost painting talisman, and when the entire white cloth was almost filled, the old cripple said, "It's done."

The young man asked him: "When? Is it coming soon?"

The old cripple twitched his sparse beard: "It's impossible to make a fortune, and within three hundred days, the family will be destroyed."

The young master in Jinyi's face changed, and he cursed: "This old god who doesn't know how to live or die!"

Now, the young master didn't need to do it himself, the strong house slaves behind him went up aggressively and beat and kicked the old cripple.

The old cripple was curled up on the ground, barely making a sound.

In the end, a few dandies who were traveling with him made jokes about the old lame being chased out of eight streets by the butcher Wang carrying a knife to prove that the words of the old magic stick were not accurate. give up.

"It's boring. Let's go to the poetry meeting—I heard that His Majesty is calling for talented people who can write poems. In the spring of next year, we will sing peach blossoms and beauties. I don't know which talents from our Moon City will be selected."

After the young masters walked away with their servants and evil servants, the old cripple got up from the ground half dead, and the people gathered around the roadside to watch the excitement slowly dispersed-this kind of excitement that you can never tire of is enough to go home for several days. It's time to talk.

The old cripple's face was covered with a lot of dust and a few bruises.He turned the dirty white cloth over again, loosened his muscles and bones, and didn't see any pain, unlike someone who had just been beaten severely.

He said to himself: "Since that kid surnamed Chen left, it really doesn't mean anything."

He took a charcoal pencil and tapped a few points on the white cloth, thinking about it, and said slowly: "After a while, there will be a lively scene in the south... Forget it, I'm a bad old man, I can't catch up with the long distance, so I won't go. There are other things to see here, I am too old to walk anymore.”

He chuckled: "Live, hey, live - people live a lifetime, but for a few scenes. It's a pity, she doesn't understand, other people don't understand, even the one surnamed Chen only understands a little. .”

After the old man finished his endless sighs, he leaned against the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and closed his eyes, ignoring the music and music in the city and the bright lights.

"The one surnamed Chen" was awakened by the faint sound of a flute.

There is a light tenderness in the song, which reminds people of Jiang Louyue and Xinghuayu-in short, it is excellent.

However, although the sound of the flute is beautiful, it is really not good to disturb people's sleep.

He lazily opened his eyes, and found that he was sleeping in the carriage, with a warm fur covering his body.The candle on the small table in the middle was half-burned, and opposite was Ye Jiuya, with dark eyes, still cold and indifferent, as if there was nothing.

Originally, because the time had not come, he forcibly realized the first level of heaven realm, coupled with the heavy pressure of heaven, his aura was chaotic and reversed, but now it is much smoother - someone must have taken care of it.

Chen Weichen hugged the brocade fur and sat up, leaning against the soft pillow, squinting his eyes and laughing: "Ye Jiuya, in a few days, you have already saved my life many times, and there is really no way to repay it—a promise with your body." Do you want?"

Ye Jiuya grew up on the top of a snow-capped mountain, listening to the mysteries of the immortal family, and learning the best swordsmanship. He has never met such a person who is good at his skin, and heard such teasing that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

He frowned, with a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"Chen Weichen, how long are you going to joke around?"

Chen Weichen comfortably moved his muscles and bones that were a little stiff due to lethargy, and opened the curtain to look at the moon in the sky: "At the gate of my hometown, you saw that fortune-telling old cripple. He didn't say a few good words, and I couldn't understand some of them." , there is only one sentence that I remember clearly, which is - who would have thought that tomorrow's turmoil will happen for a few days."

Ye Jiuya stopped talking to him.

The sound of the flute was lingering, and the carriage was silent, but it exaggerated a somewhat peaceful and long atmosphere.

The girl in red who was practicing swords on the flat ground outside the carriage had stopped, leaning on her sword and looking in one direction.

Looking out, there is a Taoist priest meditating, and a black cat curled up in a ball and snoring.

The curtain of the car was raised, revealing the handsome face of the servant: "Master, are you awake?"

"The one who played the flute woke me up," Chen Weichen urged Ye Jiuya: "Master Ye Jian, hurry up and meet that beauty who plays the flute—this cannot be neglected."

While speaking, under the moonlight, a figure playing the flute slowly walked out. He was dressed in green clothes, and he was a man with a gentle and handsome face.

The sound of the flute gradually lowered, and then overlapped again and became denser, like a spring breeze blowing and a blue sea rising.

Ye Jiuya drew out the Jiuya sword, tapped his knuckles on the sword three times.

The body of the sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the clang was heard repeatedly, like flying beads splashing jade, meeting the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute gradually weakened and finally became unsustainable.

The man played the flute and bowed to the carriage: "Thank you Sword Master Ye for your guidance."

Come and go, come and go.

The moon is slowly setting in the sky, the east is pale, and the morning is approaching.

"That's Shen Shuhou. He was probably attracted by the news of Jinxiu Ghost City. He guessed that Lord Ye Jian is here, and he wanted to ask for advice." Xie Lang replied to Wen who was asking around, "He abandoned Confucianism and entered Taoism. You don't use swords, but you study rhythm, but you are born in the mortal world."

"It turned out to be him!" Wen Hui's eyes sparkled, "I know, it's the scholar who 'went out of the imperial capital with a flick of his sleeves, and the books of sages and sages sank in the water'!"

"It's really strange that the world can turn a scholar who aspires to self-cultivation and family holiness into a cultivator." Xie Lang shrugged.

"My son said that today's sage only likes to listen to poems and songs, and he loves talents and not scholars. Presumably he can't find an official to do it, so he has to throw the sage books into the water and come to cultivate immortals without any worries."

The Taoist beat him with a whisk: "Confucianism and Taoism are not as simple as you think."

On the other side, the girl in red found a stream, took off her golden armor mask, and washed her face with the clear autumn water.

When Wen Hui saw this, he remembered his responsibilities, and trotted to the stream to serve his young master, whose right hand was not yet ready, to freshen up.

The stream reflected the girl's reflection, her eyes and lips were extremely beautiful, but there were hideous burn marks on both sides of her face.

"Miss Lu, seeing you in the illusion, it's good to have half a face." Chen Weichen pointed.

"The other side suffered from Chuyang fire," the girl didn't hide, "I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, I thought I could defeat the newborn Phoenix alone, and almost lost my life there, but I ran into Ye Jiuya, who also came to collect blood, and was rescued." Next—the ancient auspicious beast has the power of heaven and earth, and he didn't retreat from the whole body, leaving a wound on his right shoulder."

"Miss Lu, I see what you said about blood and fragrance along the way, what big things are you going to do?" Wen asked back quickly.

"Use elixir to get rid of such marks, but I want to keep them," the girl said with an almost paranoid stubbornness in her voice. Report, I will not get rid of this scar for a day."

Chen Weichen flicked the water casually: "Miss Lu, why bother."

The little servant chimed in: "Yes, Miss Lu, it's good to keep all kindness and grudges in your heart, why bother with your own face? It's not worth it."

The girl sneered: "What do you know?"

She picked up the mask and put it on again: "I'm here to cultivate immortality, tower to heaven and earth, and seek longevity, but for a happy life, cutting off the head of the enemy and repaying the life of the benefactor, how can it be worth it or not!"

Her eyes were very persistent, and she added bitterly: "Even if his soul is scattered, when Ye Jiuya and I get those few things and open the Creation Platform, we will be able to fight back together without any loss!"

After the girl said this, she turned around and left, the boy scratched his head in confusion: "Master, what did Miss Lu say in the end?"

But the young master didn't answer his doubts, and said leisurely: "Let's go - I heard that the scenery of the South China Sea is very beautiful, and we will follow the elders to broaden our horizons."