Rivers and lakes

Gu Wuyou was dressed in elegant light yellow clothes and suave, and he had a sinister aura in every gesture.

It is different from the rich man commenting on the wickedness of prostitutes, but hovering between seriousness and indecency, between the free and easy people and the powerful people, there is a feeling of both righteousness and evil.

He walked in the crowd, as if he was separated from the people in the secular world, and he was a bit independent from the world.

Even in the bustling downtown, it is easy to recognize.

Gu Wuyou was walking on the street, and the crowd seemed to part ways in front of him, allowing him to pass by unimpeded without being obtrusive.

Perhaps, the current Gu Wuyou is such an attractive existence.

So as soon as he appeared... a certain fortune-teller on the corner of the street, with eyesight beyond the reach of ordinary people, strength beyond his age, and a speed so fast that no afterimages could be seen, he would collect things like a whirlwind and wipe them with his feet. Oil, rub it and run away.

"Master, the calculation is not over yet!" The guest who came back to his senses yelled at the back of the fortune-teller, but he couldn't even see his back.The guest cursed, and he spent a tael of silver.

"It's okay, I'll help you catch him." The guest turned around when he heard the voice, and saw a handsome man standing behind him with a smile on his lips.

After that, the man ignored the guest's answer and chased after the fortune-teller.

The fortune teller was dressed in plain Tsing Yi, like a middle-aged man who had no ambitions.At this moment, it was like being chased by creditors, running wildly all the way, and countless vendors collapsed.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had no cultivation base, and ran without any rules, he let Gu Wuyou chase him from the downtown to the village, and the former stopped.

The middle-aged man turned his head back, his face was pale, with two long beards, he stopped in front of a big rock and looked back at Gu Wuyou, his expression was neither sad nor happy. If you don't consider his half-worn clothes, he would be a bit fairy The taste of bones.

He spoke slowly, "Your Excellency, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, why don't we sit down and have a good chat?"

Gu Wuyou smiled: "Of course. But who said before that I will meet a nobleman and be promoted to the position of supreme? Now, there is no fart! Give me back five taels of silver." Gu Wuyou stretched out his hand while talking.

The fortune teller was dumbfounded, his strength suddenly lost, he pointed at Gu Wuyou and said tremblingly: "You, you, you are a big suzerain anyway, and you still care about these five taels of silver."

"Of course." Gu Wuyou replied as a matter of course, "By the way, how did you know that I am the suzerain?"

The fortune teller has practiced Taoism for many years, and immediately said without blushing and heartbeat: "The poor Taoist has the true biography of heaven and man, and you can see a little bit about fortunetelling. Your status is precious, you have auspicious care, you are a man of fortune, and you can calculate it yourself." come out."

Gu Wuyou snorted: "If you really have the true biography of heaven and man, then this time I have tried my best to plan, why didn't I get any results at all."

If it weren't for this howitzer-mouthed person who was advocating and lobbying, saying that the affairs of the world have their own determinants, and that there is no time to follow, and the opportunity must not be missed, Gu Wuyou really would not have made the decision to relocate the headquarters of Moyunzong.

After all, the relocation of Moyunzong's headquarters is not just a simple move of one location.Just like when a dynasty moved its capital, if it wasn't for the danger of destroying the country, it would never move the capital easily.

But now, the headquarters has moved, and people in the world have paid attention to it. The person who talked as irresponsible as farting at the beginning has run away. What about "join the teaching and flow, let's do it first"?

The fortune teller pretended to be surprised: "Isn't that enough? You destroyed a total of eleven sects, big and small, brought the schools along the Yangtze River under your command, and set up four rudder masters. The north and south banks of the Yangtze River are your territories. In addition to the three major pillars of the Zhengdao sect , no one is your opponent."

But that's just what it looks like.

Every family has a hard-to-read scripture, and the recruitment in a short period of time has indeed rapidly expanded the momentum, but this also means that the management is chaotic, the personnel are mixed, and even many thorns refuse to obey the management and cause trouble.It will take at least a year to temper this stock into a good soldier.

And this year was also the most unstable time for Moyunzong.

Naturally, Gu Wuyou would not say these words to the outside world, he just said indifferently: "But back then you told me that you could meet noble people, and I was still counting on recruiting troops and choosing someone who would be the leader."

The fortune teller immediately said: "The nobleman doesn't have to join you, it may be someone who silently supports you in the rear. Besides, the days are still long."

Gu Wuyou didn't speak, the fortune teller thought that this test was over, and was about to leave with a long sigh of relief, when he suddenly heard Gu Wuyou say, "What's the hurry."

The fortune teller wondered if he didn't know him well, what else could he do?

I heard Gu Wuyou say: "I want to ask you for a favor. It's done. I don't care about you lying to me this time. If you have other requests, I can fulfill them. Just ask."

The majestic Moyun Sect's suzerain opened his golden mouth, speaking naturally.But a fortune teller is a principled person, he has his own thinking and choices.So he looked at Gu Wuyou coldly for a few breaths, and finally asked, "Is money okay?"

"Row."

The fortune teller showed his big white teeth and said straightforwardly, "What do you want me to do?"

Gu Wuyou took out a portrait from his arms, and threw it to the other party: "He is now along the Yangtze River, not far away, you find this person, and then persuade him not to take me back."

"Where are you going?" the fortune teller asked subconsciously.He opened the portrait, which showed a man with a huge sword.

Gu Wuyou let out a foul breath: "The home I used to be, but I can't go back."

The fortune teller asked, "What do you want me to say?"

"Aren't you good at fortune-telling? Just tell him about my situation. He is very stubborn, and it is difficult for others to talk about things that have been decided, at least I can't. Among the people I know, you are the only one with a good mouth, so I want to invite you Do me this favor."

"What if you can't say it?"

"If you can't say it, there's no money for it." Gu Wuyou said angrily.

The fortune teller's face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and he discussed: "If you can't agree, can you extend the deadline?"

Gu Wuyou suddenly thought of the hundred-year-old pine trees in Yijian Valley, standing under the dusk, glowing brilliantly. "Forget it," he said.

The fortune teller turned and left.

"Wait."

The fortune teller turned around: "What else?"

"what's your name?"

The fortune teller smiled: "We are destined, you will know in the future." After that, he turned and left.The back of the middle-aged man has a laid-back air.Gu Wuyou suddenly felt that such a person should be more than just a poor family.

Although Gu Wuyou had no plan to go back the next day at all that night, but it was the second senior brother who was waiting for him, and Gu Wuyou couldn't bear Yifeng to wait there.But he can't go.If he left, what would Mo Yunzong do?

Yifeng could not care about Mo Yunzong, but he couldn't.

Han Lu dreamed of Gu Wuyou again. Ever since the Zijing Mountain parted, Han Lu would dream of Gu Wuyou almost every night. He dreamed that he was waving to him in front of him, and he ran over to laugh with him.

How happy you are in your dream, how lonely you are when you wake up.It's not that he doesn't despise himself as useless, and can't even let go of someone, but when he thinks of that person is Wuyou...Han Lu is reluctant to let go, and he can't let go.

It was still late at night outside the window, and the night was extremely cool.Han Lu got up, put on an unlined garment and opened the door, the moonlight was shining on the ground outside the door, it was very cold.The cold road looks up, and the new moon is like a hook.

The next day, Han Lu cheered up and held a meeting with the members of the affiliated family, and cut off contact with the Huajian faction. Although there were loud voices of opposition, Han Lu couldn't stand the high level of Han Lu's cultivation. After several twists and turns, he finally agreed.

But he said that the fortune teller crossed the Yangtze River north after leaving the town, and not long after he had set up a fortune-telling stall and earned money for two good drinks, an unexpected and reasonable guest appeared.

The guest opened his eyes wide, tilted his head and asked, "Master, you're doing fortune-telling again, let me do the math."

The fortune teller waved his hand: "Kids are playing, don't delay my business."

The fortune-teller's original surname was Cui Mingwei. He was fond of calculus of fortune-telling since he was a child. He was at odds with Wudang's goal of pursuing the realm of heaven and man, so he often went down the mountain to travel among the people.

Xia Luo snorted twice, "Anyway, I'm traveling around the rivers and lakes now, so I have nothing to do. Master, can I help you solicit business?"

The fortune teller waved his hand, "Play wherever you like, by the way, have you seen that kid Yifeng recently?"

Xia Luo sticks out her tongue, she's still a kid, he's almost a hundred years old, okay? "Yes, what do you want him to do?"

"The blood demon wants me to send a message."

"Yeah, you met Brother Wuyou, where is he?"

The banks of the Yangtze River in Dongyue are lonely, and the bloodshed and sacrifices in the rivers and lakes seem to have been completely shed in the last month.

The family subdued by Moyunzong learned to be obedient, quietly guarding their one-acre three-point land, ignoring the cynicism of the Jianghu sect.The exterminated family wanted to take revenge, but they hadn't found anyone willing to help them.

In short, the two sides of the Yangtze River this month are as quiet as the pampas grass beside the river, a vast expanse of whiteness, as if you can’t see the edge, the wind blows, and the pampas grass moves with it, but there is nothing else.

At such a calm moment, the eminent monk of Baochan Temple, Liaochen, suddenly appeared, as if thunder had exploded on the ground, directly setting off the turbulent waves of the Yangtze River.

Those sects that were oppressed by Moyunzong, bloodbathed by Moyunzong, sects that were involved in the competition...even the knights who were just worried about the current strength of the Demon Cult and the decline of righteousness, all came to Chen to seek sutras.

It's a pity that his old man is really just lecturing on Buddhist scriptures.

So those who came to answer questions heard that everything has a cause and effect, that everything depends on fate, and that everything is false.Everyone came in high spirits and returned in disappointment.

There is only one exception.

In the wing room, Han Lu got up, clasped his hands together, and said to Chen, "Master is merciful, but this disciple is dull. I have been thinking hard for many days, but I can't let it go." Han Lu was wearing half-worn clothes, with neither sad nor happy expression on his face. It's really similar to Liaochen.

Maybe you can become a monk by changing your clothes.

However, Liaochen with a lotus face is born with a broad-mindedness and doesn't pay attention to everything.Han Lu has an obsession in his heart, and he won't let go if he doesn't want to.

Liaochen said: "Letting go is practice, not letting go is also practice. Don't worry about it, benefactor."

Han Lu: "Actually, I came here to ask for something."

"Is it related to the Blood Demon, the suzerain of Moyun Sect?"

"Yes, he practices Kunlun Dafa. I don't know what's going on now. But when I saw him a few months ago, he was bloodthirsty. I'm afraid it's not good."

Liaochen got up, his white robe was spotless, and he got up, his posture was more dusty than five years ago.

He said quietly: "Thirty years ago, the old man talked about Kunlun Dafa with Guimiansha. The exercises in the righteous way have their own foundation and support for cultivation, but Kunlun Dafa is fast and fast, but it is done by disturbing the way of heaven. .”

Han Lu hesitated: "Is there a remedy?"