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"Get in the car."

Jiang Fei was in a low mood, and even she couldn't explain the reason. She drove all the way from the northern suburbs to the villa area in the southern suburbs, constantly speeding and changing lanes, as if to vent her anger.

I sat in the passenger seat, terrified. I didn’t know why she was crazy. I just begged some kind-hearted traffic police uncle to stop this road killer.

In less than twenty minutes, Jiang Fei crossed Jiangcheng and arrived at her destination.

"I'll park the car, please wait." Jiang Fei tied up her hair and reversed the car skillfully to leave.

About four or five minutes later, Ye Weilong came over and said, "Being able to drive so fast in the downtown area means that Sister Fei's driving skills have improved again."

He threw the car keys to Jia Qingbai and walked out of the car. His legs were weak, one foot was deep and the other was shallow. It was obviously a flat cement road, but he seemed to be stepping on marshmallows, swaying this way and that.

"Can you walk? Are your legs numb?" I looked at Ye Weilong with a faint smile, and a word suddenly came to my mind - soft-footed shrimp.

"I will never let you live alone with Sister Fei today. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. With me here, your dirty ideas will never come true." Ye Weilong looked pale and held the car door. , lowered his head and bent over, blinding the tall man of 9 meters in vain. He looked completely intimidating.

"Dirty thoughts? If you have time to care about me, you might as well go back to school and be a useful person in the future. Then Jiang Fei will probably think highly of you." I lit a low-quality cigarette, and through the rising smoke, I suddenly saw Sitting next to Jiang Fei's villa was an old man wearing a black monk's robe.

"When did he show up?" I didn't see anyone there when I got out of the car.

Ye Weilong also spotted the old man sitting next to Jiang Fei's villa. The old man had set up a light bamboo table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. It looked a bit ancient.

"How did this old man get in? Where's the security guard?" Ye Weilong asked Jia Qingbai to park the car, and walked towards the old man in a daze: "What are you doing?"

"Telling fortune-telling and fortune-telling from the Book of Changes." The old man spoke unhurriedly, with a sense of calmness in his speech.

"It's ridiculous. You dare to go to the villa area and cheat?" Ye Weilong has never believed in things like fortune telling, because he doesn't need it at all. He can get everything he wants: "Hurry up, otherwise don't blame me for calling the security guard!"

"Be calm and don't be impatient. One-third of destiny is fate and seven-tenth is luck. If you know your destiny in advance, you can change your luck." The old man opened the ink cartridge and put the brush in it: "If you don't believe it, you can write a word first and I will test it for you. Find out what’s in your heart.”

"Measure what is in my heart? Old man, if you can really measure it, I will know how much it costs." Ye Weilong grabbed the brush and scrawled the word "Wei" on the rice paper.

"This is the second character in my name. Let's take a test. I want to hear what you can say?" Ye Weilong put down his brush and stood by the bamboo table.

The old man picked up the rice paper, glanced at it, and then said, "The scrawled writing style reveals sadness. The fate owner should be worried about the marriage."

"The word "Great" is used to measure marriage. People take half of it and don't look at it. Wei Zuo's muscles and bones are ruthless in half of his body. Marriage depends entirely on one pair of muscles and bones. There must be two evils and one danger on the road to marriage. It cannot be avoided, nor can it be retreated, nor can it be given in. Regret, only after three passes can we grow old together and be united forever." After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the brush that Ye Weilong put down casually: "The penholder is facing the smoking man. If I expected it right, the danger on the road to marriage will be It should be on this person.”

When the old man in black robe said this, Ye Weilong began to waver. Not only did the old man say that what he cared about most was his marriage, he also figured out who was the biggest obstacle on his road to marriage: "It's amazing! It's amazing!"

He took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them on the table, and his tone became respectful: "Old sir, I still want to test my future. You see..."

"Write one more word. Don't have too many distracting thoughts before writing. Write according to your original wish."

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I stood far away until Jiang Fei came back.

"Why is there a fortune teller at my door? Where is the security guard?" She led me to the door of the villa and looked at the old man's bamboo table out of curiosity.

This time, Ye Weilong wrote the word "dragon". The old man took the rice paper, looked at it for a moment and said: "The word dragon is sharp, and the edge is swept away. Use the word dragon to seek a future. The future is bright, but it just happened that the Year of the Dragon has just passed, and Tai Sui is rampant." , the dragon avoids Tai Sui. This year, the fate of the destiny owner will stop at this moment. Unless you get help from noble people, you can put the finishing touches and call the wind and rain."

"Master, I wonder where I am going to find this noble person?" Ye Weilong's name for the old man unknowingly changed from old man to master.

"When a trapped dragon ascends to heaven, there must be rain to help him. You need to find someone whose name carries the power of a river and the rain of rain."

"The name carries the power of the river, as well as the rain..." Ye Weilong thought for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Jiang Fei: "Sister Fei! I understand, thank you Master for your advice!"

The old man smiled mysteriously, said nothing, and didn't even touch the money on the table.

"Sister Fei, this old gentleman's test is extremely accurate. Do you want to give it a try?"

Ye Weilong boasted about the old man in front of Jiang Fei. Jiang Fei was a little moved by the words: "Okay, let me test a word too."

She picked up a pen and wrote the word "霏" on the rice paper and handed it to the old man: "Old sir, I want to test my marriage."

The old man looked at it for a moment, then glanced at Jiang Fei, and said calmly: "The appearance of a rainbow intercepting the rain, no matter how hard you try, you can't change it. The rain falls on the river and never comes back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fei's expression changed, and her plump and moist lips were bitten tightly by her silver teeth: "I want to change a word."

"Please."

Jiang Fei took up the pen and wrote another word "Lin" and handed it to the old man: "Still testing for marriage."

The old man shook his head: "Marriage is a matter of mutual consent. Even if you change your own life, you can't change the outcome. The word 'Lin' is divided into left and right, which is the conflict between Chu and Han. There is no peace between right and wrong, so why force it? Woolen cloth?"

After hearing this, Jiang Fei wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the old man: "Once again, not again."

He took the brush from Jiang Fei's hand, and finally stared at me with a pair of deep eyes: "This fate master, do you want to test your future?"

There was something in the old man's words, and I had a sneer on my lips. In fact, from the first moment I saw this old man, I felt something was wrong. Using my chasing eyes, I found that the collar of the old man's robe was embroidered with a colorful venomous snake. The black monk's robe found was consistent.

Obviously, the person who wanted to send me a message from the King of Hell late at night was related to the old man. They were probably from the same school, and the main messenger behind it was even the sanctimonious old fortune teller in front of me.

"I don't need it. I don't believe in fate." Blind Liu has made fortune-telling predictions for me many times, but the hexagrams are different every time, so I am not interested in fortune-telling and fortune-telling.

"We are destined to meet each other. If I help you test a word, I will have a good relationship with you."

Under the old man's constant persuasion, I stood next to the bamboo table and picked up the brush.

"Then test my life." Not knowing what to write, I casually wrote the word "Tao" on the rice paper.

"Seeking life through the Tao?" The old man's eyes disappeared, he picked up the rice paper and looked at it for a long time.

"Seeking life with the Tao, hitting the nine locks, the locks are fatal, the locks lead to life, one lock leads to the other, without locking the way of heaven, you are destined to engage in an extremely dangerous profession, walking in yin and yang, but it is a pity that the nine locks are added to you, you It won’t go far.”

The old man was steadfast in his oaths and words. He deliberately said half of what he said without pointing out the solution, just hoping that I would take the initiative to tell more things.

After taking a puff of cigarette, I looked at the indifferent old man and said, "That's good. You shouldn't be a liar."

I waved to Jiang Fei and turned around to enter the villa.

"Hey, wait a minute, Lord, I still have something to say!" When the old man saw me leaving, he stood up and muttered in his heart, "At this time, normal people should become impatient and ask how to solve this situation. yes!"

"Gao Jian, why don't you just listen to what he has to say? You just said yourself that he is not a liar." Jiang Fei grabbed my sleeve, with a hint of worry hidden deep in her eyes.

I flicked off the cigarette ashes and took a deep look at Jiang Fei. The red rope of marriage had been cut off, but her attitude towards me was still a little strange.

"I know my life well, and I don't need others to tell me what to do." I gently pulled her away and stepped into the villa.

If you smile towards the Tao with all your heart, what's the point of adding nine locks to your body?