One Sword Nine Ya

"I shouldn't have messed with you!" The old cripple was full of resentment, and was about to run away with a limp.

Chen Weichen pulled him back with a sincere expression: "Lao Lai, you and I have never known each other..."

"Who wants to make friends with you!" The old cripple was very disgusted.

"Old lame, don't look at my face, but at the face of that pot of peach blossom wine. It's Xiaotao who mixes the best flowers and the best dew at this time of the year, seals the mud with her own hands and hides it under the peach blossom tree—if Wen Hui can't find it, do you think Xiaotao still wants to make wine?"

Hearing this, the old cripple rolled his eyes: "Your family's wine is considered the best wine in the world."

When Chen Weichen saw Wangwang, he refused to let him go: "I just asked you about Chi Juntian's whereabouts, and she won't do anything to you."

The old cripple twisted his sparse white beard: "That witch is really powerful. I made a bet with her. The old man is old and has no desire to compete. Let her win if she wins— —It’s just that the stakes are very high, you must not be caught by her.”

Chen Weichen's eyes lit up: "Then I just have to stand by your side and wait for her to ask you to collect debts?"

The old man looked around, but he couldn't find a weapon in his hand and swung the undead boy to beat him. He snorted, "Even if she can win, it will take another six or seven months."

Chen Weichen was very disappointed, so he had no choice but to go up and make a fuss, and said: "Old lame..."

The old cripple had no wife and no children all his life, and his old bones that were about to fall apart finally tasted what it was like to be dragged and acted like a spoiled child. With a chill, he waved his hands again and again: "Shut up, shut up!"

The people on the side of the road looked here in twos and threes, Young Master Chen immediately felt a sense of fear of being recognized, he picked up Xie Lang's whisk and stood it up in front of his face.

The old cripple: "..."

He really didn't know what to do with this thing, so he sat down slowly and regained some of the fairy spirit that a fortune teller should have: "Come here, let me ask you."

Chen Weichen stood in front of him obediently.

Xie Lang still looks like a mortal Taoist priest, but the other two don't look like people in the world of mortals at a glance, so Ye Jiuya and Lu Hongyan didn't get out of the car, and the old cripple looked at the window of the carriage, and there was a faint impression through a layer of veil. Seeing Ye Jiuya's side face, Yue laughed strangely: "You went out for a trip, and when you came back, you brought your family back!"

This remark made Mr. Chen very useful, he was secretly pleased, he looked at the carriage, not caring about the old lame who couldn't tell the difference between men and women after two feet, smiled at him: "Old lame, you know me best. "

The old cripple smiled, and after a while, he suppressed his smile and said, "Can you see the lottery drawn before leaving?"

"Look," Chen Weichen replied, "There are many turmoil in the world, and the boats are afraid of falling. I have never drawn anything else in my life except for the lottery. But even this sign is written by myself. How can I believe it?" ?”

It turns out that this old cripple has not been taught by the magic calculations passed down from generation to generation. Apart from watching the stars and drawing ghost symbols, he doesn't know much. Seeing that there are lotteries on other people's stalls, I really want it—— The boss had a difficult time, and in the end, he and Mr. Chen made a plan and asked Mr. Chen to write some poems to replace him.

The old cripple spread out the white cloth, and said mysteriously: "This winter, when I had nothing to do to keep an eye on your fate, there was a sudden change."

Chen Weichen was somewhat curious: "What kind of change? How many more years can I live?"

The old cripple said, "No, no, Yomo saw how you died."

Mr. Chen closed his fan and gave him a cool look: "There is no need to talk about such things."

The old cripple: "Your luck is so bad, I thought that you would die with a bang, your soul will be scattered, and you will be condemned by heaven and earth - but I didn't expect that the way of death is not very promising."

Chen Weichen stared at him and didn't speak.

The old cripple took a deep look at the peach blossom trees on the street, and sighed leisurely: "That woman Chi Juntian will definitely not do small things. If you get involved, it will be another mess."

"Although Wen Hui and I are master and servant, we are more like brothers. I can't rest assured. Naturally, I will find him as soon as possible." Chen Weichen's tone became serious.

"Your boy, the origin is not simple." The old man changed a few strokes on the fate, picked it up and thought about it: "If he doesn't meet you, his life will be smooth and he is the best person. If you don't meet him, it's bad luck." Being entangled, he died a long time ago, but he was born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, it is really hard to tell whether it is due to fate or evil."

Chen Weichen only said: "You all said that his life will be smooth without me, it seems to be the truth, I will die in the future, so I can feel at ease - but I still want to find him now, who knows what Chi Juntian will do."

The old cripple closed his eyes in the east wind: "What she can do is to use the world as a board, all living beings as children, luck as a force, and fight a way out in a dead situation - we once bet on who will be the first!" Break through the shackles of heaven and find the method of longevity..."

Chen Weichen moved closer: "Then tell me quickly, where can I find her trace?"

The old cripple shook his head and shook his head: "If she doesn't want people to find out, no matter how powerful you are, you can't find a trace. But since she came out of the mountain, she must be ready to bet everything and have another round of betting with Tiandao. At this time, she must be in Tianyan Valley Participating in the role of Tianji, you can either watch the underworld on the Creation Platform—or make waves in the imperial city of the world."

Chen Weichen asked him: "Do you believe that she can overcome the Dao of Heaven?"

"I don't know whether to believe it or not," the old cripple stretched his muscles and bones, and the near-twilight sunlight cast mottled shadows all over his body through the intertwined branches, like a symbol on fate, he said slowly, "this fate I have also deduced that it is broken in half, and I can't push it any further—it can be seen that the law of heaven can't restrain her. At that time, if one person fights against the sky with one's strength, the outcome is unknown."

Chen Weichen passed the old cripple thoughtfully, and turned to leave.

He heard the old cripple say softly behind him: "Boy Chen, it's fate to meet you once. I don't care where you come from, where you go, or what you want to do. If you come to my stall today, why don't you take another shot?" sign."

Chen Gongzi Shi Shi ran out: "It will only increase your troubles, stop smoking."

Xie Lang followed, listening to the conversation between the two, he was very puzzled.

Chen Weichen returned to the carriage: "Let's go to the imperial city and join in the fun."

The carriage was about to leave in a hurry, when a pungent female voice was heard: "Heartless! Come back!"

I saw a woman in brocade, with a few strong domestic servants behind her, pointing to the carriage with a look of anger.

The old god Xie Lang is here: "Poverty Taoist calculates it with his fingers, it is probably the 'lovely debt' of the mortal world, Mr. Chen, I am afraid you will not be able to tell clearly today."

"Taoist priest, you've learned badly, and you're talking nonsense." Chen Weichen lifted the curtain of the car, with a face of resignation: "...Sister."

It seems that while he was standing on the street, some sharp-eyed neighbors really noticed him and rushed to Chen's residence to report the news.

Naturally, the matter ended when the elders on the carriage were welcomed into the mansion, and the second son of the Chen family was carried home shamelessly by the aggressive elder sister.

The wife of the Chen family was taking care of the elders kindly and said, "I'm sorry for the elders to look at this little beast all the way." She wanted to stay overnight with the elders, so she turned her head and gave the little evil beast with low brows a hard look: "I'm not coming yet!" Invite the Immortal Elder personally!"

Mr. Chen wandered around in the immortal way and demon way, entered the ghost town, went down to the ruins, drove through the void, soaked in a pool with the devil emperor, and even dared to tease the ice-cold Lord Ye Jian, and finally met his nemesis in his hometown on earth.

It was dusk at this time, and the family tried their best to persuade him to stay, so Chen Weichen stayed for one night.

After he was told by his parents, he was greeted for a while, and finally he was released after Mrs. Chen talked about his concern.

As soon as he came out of the room, he saw Xiaotao. Like Wen Hui, she saw Xiaotao. She grew up with him.

Xiao Taoqing stared at him with lingering eyes: "My lord, where did you get Ah Hui?"

As I said that, I was about to shed tears.

He had no choice but to hug the girl, comfort him with gentle words, and promised that he would return home in full within a year.

Xiaotao choked a few times: "Then I'll wait."

Chen Gongzi was covered with a faint fragrance of makeup and powder, looked at the stars in the sky, felt that the days were very difficult recently, and he was very sad - it is not easy to cultivate a fairy, and it is not easy to be a son.I really miss the dandy days before the age of 19 when I had nothing to worry about.

It's just that when I saw the slender figure in white clothes by the courtyard fence through the sparse flowers and trees, the shallow, smoke-like troubles and sadness immediately disappeared, and another kind of sadness changed.

He has lived in this courtyard for 19 years, and he smells the faint scent of grass and trees in his nose, which is familiar to him, and the people in the courtyard are also familiar with it. It seems that he is returning home tonight, and someone is waiting under the moonlight.

This feeling made his eyes sore.

Even the footsteps passing by couldn't help but relax a little, lest they frighten the heavenly beings.

When he passed by by mistake, he heard that person call out: "Chen Weichen."