crossing yin and yang

In March of Yangchun, the flowers and trees are luxuriant, and the mountains are light and green. It is a good time for spring field trips.There are also a few people sitting or standing in the gazebo halfway up the mountain, but their expressions are not pleasant to play.

"Mr. Zeng, this time is really related to my father's lifelong wish. Can I go out of the mountain again for the sake of the old man? No matter how much..."

Before the words were finished, the old man with a goatee on the side had already held the speaker's arm, shook his head, and told him to shut up and not mention money.Being blocked like this, the man also remembered the other party's confession before going up the mountain, and couldn't help but regret secretly, and just wanted to slap himself in the face.What is this place?What use is his filthy money.

However, before the atmosphere in the gazebo froze, the person sitting on the opposite stone chair gave a chuckle and slowly replied: "Uncle Yang, I have sealed the hexagram, and you know my situation. It really can't help."

Although she is called "Sir", she is indeed a woman with long hair and a light blue tie-dyed cloth skirt. There is no makeup on her face, but her complexion is surprisingly white, but it has lost its luster and is white. A little hairy, coupled with a thin body with visible bones, it seems that just touching her will make her disappear.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "Jingyun, Xiao Fan's father is indeed kind to San Liao, we have considered this matter, can we make an exception?"

"No." The woman answered lightly, but simply.

Hearing this, the man in the suit who had been standing aside raised his eyebrows, and shouted at the middle-aged man: "Dad, is there no one else in Sanliao? Why do you have to ask this woman, anyway, she also..."

"Shut up!" The man yelled loudly, interrupting the other's impolite shouting, and a dense layer of oily sweat appeared on his forehead.

The woman didn't think it was disobedient, she just turned her eyes with a smile and looked at the old man sitting opposite.The other party was silent for a while, and finally sighed, stood up and nodded to her: "Take care of yourself, and I will come to see you when I turn back."

After speaking, the old man didn't give the people around him a chance to talk nonsense, so he pulled them away and walked out.The man struggled for a while but couldn't break free, so he could only follow quickly, and said unwillingly: "Old Yang, it's all this little bastard's mouth, why don't I ask Mr. Zeng again? Maybe she can do it again." Let go..."

Hearing this, the man in the suit next to him was unhappy again, and said in a crooked way: "Dad, that woman looks like she's dying, so why bother looking for her, isn't there Mr. Yang?"

The man couldn't bear it any longer, he slapped his son on the back of the head, and shouted angrily, "That's 'Guo Lu Yin Yang'! There may not be a powerful person in several generations, and the mother has told you hundreds of times , shut up obediently and don’t talk nonsense, you are here to make trouble!”

Sighing heavily, he looked at the old man beside him, and begged, "Look, Mr. Yang..."

This time, Mr. Yang showed no expression on his face, and just snorted softly: "I can only say that you are out of luck. Let my second son go for a while later. I don’t know if Boss Fan dislikes or dislikes the few who are comparable.”

The meaning in these words was a bit unfriendly, and the surname Fan was stunned for a while, who dared to pick and choose, and immediately replied: "I don't dislike it! Ah, no, I wish for it! I have heard Mr. Xiao Yang's name for a long time. With you always covering us, our family's affairs can be regarded as safe..."

A lot of flattery and money seemed to pile up, but Mr. Yang didn't hear a word, he just looked at the mountain with worried eyes, such a stunning and talented person, even San Liao may not be able to represent him. Every generation can appear, but it's a pity that there are no holidays.Forget it, this kind of thing can't be forced, it just depends on the future situation of that kid from the Zeng family.

A few idlers waited down the mountain, and the gazebo became quiet again. The warm spring breeze brought a pleasant fragrance of flowers, which was refreshing. The woman closed her eyes, tapped her fingers on the table, with a slightly hasty feeling The rhythm, but her face is still calm, but her eyebrows are slightly frowned, as if she is thinking about something.

At this time, the young man who had been standing behind her without saying a word suddenly took a step forward and walked to the table: "Sister!"

The woman's flicking fingers stopped immediately, she let out a soft "Oops", opened her eyes, and said with a smile, "Ah Xuan, I'm not divination, just tapping randomly."

Zeng Jingxuan's complexion still didn't improve, how could he not know that the knock just now was knocking on the sky, the really powerful divination masters sometimes don't even use tools, fingers are the best tools, but the doctor's notice has already been issued several times , How can it allow people to work hard and calculate.

Looking at the silent younger brother, Zeng Jingyun smiled even more intensely, and said softly: "It really doesn't matter, I've already said what needs to be said, and I want to spend more time with Xiao Qi."

However, this sentence made the expression on Zeng Jingxuan's face darken a bit. He didn't know what his sister said to her brother-in-law. People know, but he knows very well that my sister has hidden a lot of thoughts, and she also spent the last bit of her life on the matter of divination.The current her is nothing more than a candle that is about to burn out, faltering on the verge of extinguishing, still holding on to herself.

Zeng Jingyun didn't look anxious at all, instead she took out a small bag and handed it to her younger brother: "It just happened to be brought out today, hey, I gave it to you, can I feel relieved now?"

Seeing the things in his hand clearly, Zeng Jingxuan's body shook slightly, and he suddenly raised his head: "Sister, how can you give these to me?!"

Although she was still wearing a cloth bag, Zeng Jingxuan didn't know what was in the bag.The compass, hexagram book, and a yin-yang lock that my sister made by herself are also magic weapons that she has spent most of her life cultivating. It can be said that a hexagram master is a life-threatening thing.Now that these are handed over to him, the meaning behind the words is naturally clear, and this is clearly an account of the funeral.

"Anyway, it's all sealed, and holding it is just a display." Zeng Jingyun winked lightly at her younger brother, "Don't tell your brother-in-law just yet."

Zeng Jingxuan clenched her lower lip and clenched the cloth bag in her hand, her eyes were already slightly red, but Zeng Jingyun stretched out her hand and patted her younger brother's arm: "Ah Xuan, everyone has their own destiny, even if it can be changed for a while , after all, it’s just creating more karma. I’ve done everything I wanted to do, and I have nothing to regret.”

Her voice was gentle and firm, but it made Zeng Jingxuan's nose even more sour, and she was on the verge of tears.At this time, footsteps were heard on the mountain road, and the siblings raised their heads at the same time, and saw two people, one big and one small, coming from a distance. He has a tall and straight posture, with an inimitable rhythm in his gait, and looks extremely chic, while the younger one struggles to hold a large bouquet of flowers, and stumbles behind the man, even if he is far away, he can still see his face bright smile on.

Zeng Jingyun also laughed, raised her volume a little, and said happily, "Are these flowers picked for me?"

"Mom!" The little guy seemed to want to run faster, but there were too many flowers in his hand, and he wanted to hold the flowers and wanted to walk faster, but he seemed embarrassed.Only then did the man beside him turn his eyes away from his wife, raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to pick up his son, and strode towards the gazebo.

I don't know if it's a little shy to be hugged, or a little excited to pick too many flowers. The little boy's face was flushed. As soon as he came to the gazebo, he struggled to jump off his father and held up the bouquet high.After all, they were picked by hand, and the branches of the flowers were long and broken. As soon as they left the boy's arms, they were scattered all over the ground. However, Zeng Jingyun didn't take the flowers right away, and asked with a smile: "This is what you gave me." , or did your father give it to me?"

The boy was taken aback by the question, and the boy said stupidly: "Can't I give it together? Many of them are picked by my father..."

Hearing this, the smile on Zeng Jingyun's face suddenly widened, she took the flowers happily, and kissed her son's cheek: "Of course we can give it together, mom is so happy~"

After kissing her son, she raised her head slightly and nodded her lips at her husband standing beside her. The man bent down graciously and asked his wife to leave a kiss on his cheek. The fragrance of flowers and laughter seemed to dilute his brows. The indelible shadow brought a faint smile to his lips.However, after laughing, he still stretched out his hand to touch his wife's forehead, and said in a low voice, "It's already morning, it's time to go home."

Zeng Jingyun didn't object, but turned her head and said to her son: "I'm going to steal someone from you, your father will hug me when I go down the mountain~"

The little boy didn't look jealous, but said seriously: "I can go down the mountain by myself without being hugged! When I grow up, I can also carry my mother down the mountain!"

"Okay, I'll just give you a hug then." Smiling lightly and rubbing the top of her son's hair, Zeng Jingyun opened her arms, and the man gently hugged her, wrapping one arm around her back and the other around her knees, standard Princess hug.In front of her son and younger brother, Zeng Jingyun didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, she leaned into her husband's ear and said something. The other party just shook his head and said softly, "Don't make trouble."

Without looking back, the two walked out of the gazebo and walked towards the village down the mountain. Zeng Jingxuan quickly turned her gaze away as if she had been burned by the painting in front of her, took a deep breath, and met the curious gaze of the boy. , froze for a moment, Zeng Jingxuan adjusted the expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Xiao Qi, do you want uncle to hug you?"

The little boy shook his head: "I can walk by myself!"

Going out and running for so long is already exhausting enough for a 4 or 5-year-old child, but Zeng Jingxuan didn't say this directly, but pointed to the two people who had already walked away: "Or I will hug you and catch up, we Let's go together again?"

After weighing the pros and cons, the little boy finally nodded, as if he was a little shy, but Zeng Jingxuan did not hesitate, and picked up his nephew. The little boy's body was warm and soft, but the small bag hidden in his trouser pocket was cold, which made people feel uncomfortable. ignore.Zeng Jingxuan slightly compared his eyes, then hugged the child tightly, and strode to chase after the two figures who had gone away.

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"This is what your sister used? Don't you use it? Why did you give it to Wei Yang..." Yao Wei looked at the things in the cloth bag curiously. He didn't know how long it had been left, the color of the cloth bag had already darkened. , the things inside looked ordinary, nothing eye-catching, but after all, they were the relics of the previous generation Guolu Yinyang. Even if he didn't have much research on Fengshui circle, he knew the preciousness of these magical artifacts.Isn't it a pity to hand over such a good thing to that little magic stick?

Zeng Jingxuan said lightly: "She never mentioned giving things to her brother-in-law before she was alive, nor did she say that she would leave them for me. Maybe this is the day she is waiting for. Ah Yang is very talented, and should be able to inherit my sister's mantle."

Yao Wei glanced at him in surprise: "That's what your sister did back then?"

Zeng Jingxuan was silent for a moment, and finally shook her head: "She should have calculated only the outline of the catastrophe, so she asked her brother-in-law to take Xiao Qi to try it out in advance. If she could accurately calculate the future, she might not have done so."

She won't let her beloved husband die, and won't let her precious son lose his soul. She hasn't seen so many things.She just tried her best to choose the best result, and this result may not save Zhang Huaiyan, but saved Zhang Xiuqi's life, and saved many other lives.

Yao Wei is also someone who knows some inside information. He hugged Zeng Jingxuan, and he leaned his head on the other's shoulder like a baby: "It's okay, I just have a lot of free time recently, let's go and train that kid together, hehe, I haven't tried it yet." Teach people."

"Just your three-legged cat's Laoshan Taoism? It's been ten years and I haven't seen much progress." Encircled tightly by her arms, the solemnity on Zeng Jingxuan's face gradually faded, and turned into a soft smile.

"Cough, or you always train and train me first?" Yao Wei was so shameless, and immediately hit the snake with a stick.

Smiling and shaking her head, Zeng Jingxuan pushed the person away and carefully rewrapped the cloth bag.The past is still vivid, but it is no longer heavy, and he no longer has to follow in the footsteps of those two people.

Seeing the faint smile lines in the corners of his lover's eyes, Yao Wei also laughed, stretched lazily, and said with a little complacency: "Recently, the high-speed rail has launched a box business, and we also pack a soft sleeper to sit comfortably. go back."

How could she not understand this person's thoughts, but Zeng Jingxuan didn't object, she just reached out and stroked the other person's hair before striding out of the study.Yao Wei's heart trembled wildly, and he followed closely without taking a step.On the desk, the small cloth bag lay there quietly, just like in the past.