The Ultimate Student in the City

Li Zedao's face is covered up, what kind of Fuxi bone? What has been waiting for thousands of years? Old man, don't lie to me if I don't study well.

"Look, this goes up to the top of Baihui Point, down to the part of Zhongzheng, and the surrounding cities on both sides, straight up into the temple, and down to the Futang at the end of the eyebrows, forming a square seal." Old Zhao head ignored Li Zedao. The circled face pointed to Li Zedao's forehead, and his expression continued to the end with excitement, "The Lord is rich and noble, and the name is longevity, and you can enjoy the blessing of the emperor!"

"Uh...Grandpa, what are you trying to say?" Li Zedao asked hard. It was the first time that he felt that being praised was such an uncomfortable thing, mainly because...too mysterious, what is fuxi bones, Li Zedao was the first time he heard it, and what made Li Zedao most concerned about the old man’s words... …This has been thousands of years, and finally waiting for you…what do you mean?

The old head of Zhao stretched out his hand and was about to grab Li Zedao's hand.

Li Zedao subconsciously shrank his hand originally placed on the stone table. The head of the old Zhao simply grabbed a hole. Li Zedao could see that this old man had two shots. At least, the speed of his shot was fast and accurate. Ruthless, if it weren't for his speed, he would have been eaten tofu.

"Boy, show me your hand." Old Zhao said, looking at Li Ze with excited expression.

"...What do you want to do?" Li Zedao was a little wary. This old man decided to act on himself because he saw that he was handsome? Damn, don't think you are the head of a village, you are the grandfather, you are so old that I dare not beat you?

"Look at palmistry." Old Zhao said, "I'm sure you are the one we are waiting for."

"Grandpa, I still don't understand what you mean..."

"You give me your hand first, if you are the one we are waiting for, then Lao Tzu will naturally explain it clearly to your boy. If not, why should I say more to your boy?" Old Zhao said so bluntly.

"...Left hand or right hand?" Li Zedao's eyes were still wary.

"Two hands." Old Zhao said, his expression already a little unhappy, "What kind of expression is your kid? I really want to do something beastly to you? Pooh, don't insult your kid. People, although your kid looks better than the girls in the village, I don't have that hobby."

"..."

If he didn't stretch out his hand, it seemed to be really insulting. Therefore, Li Zedao stretched out his hands with a vigilant and reluctant expression and placed them on the uneven tabletop.

Lao Zhao’s head was like the old cat seeing a salted fish. He immediately rushed over. He immediately grabbed Li Zedao’s left hand and drew it in front of him. He complained, “Boy, don’t hold your fist, spread your hand out, Lao Tzu. It depends on palmistry, not on your fist."

Li Zedao smiled and spread his fists.

Old Zhao's eyes widened and looked at Li Zedao's palmistry as if something happened, and then his eyes lit up suddenly, with an expression of indescribable excitement on his face.

Then, he released Li Zedao's left hand, grabbed Li Zedao's right hand, and continued to stare at the pattern on the palm of his hand with wide eyes.

After that, he released Li Zedao's hand and said excitedly: "Boy, both of your left hands are broken, you know?"

"Uh..." Li Zedao looked at the excited old Zhao, and nodded slightly. He knew this. There are three lines on the palm of a person, namely the life line, the wisdom line and the emotion line. If the two major palm lines, the emotion line and the wisdom line, are combined into one, running across the palm, like a horizontal line separating the palms. The two parts are similar, so this is usually cut off.

There have always been some sayings about broken palms. It’s worth a lot of money if a man’s palm is broken, a daughter’s palm is worth a mosquito, and what if a woman’s palm is broken, Li Zedao even watched a TV series called "Broken Palm Shun Niang" as a child. It's Kerf's story, of course, these are all nonsense.

Therefore, Li Zedao has never taken the so-called severed palm seriously, let alone spread out his palm to others stupidly, and then said with a worried expression, Oh, I broke my palm, what should I do? How to do……

The old head Zhao stood up and paced on the spot, looking excited and impatient: "No, no, too excited, too excited, I have to calm down...this has been thousands of years, finally I will wait for you When it’s...Yes, you can calm down by drinking, drinking, drinking some plum wine..."

The head of the old Zhao was extremely excited and muttered to himself for a while, then turned and ran to fetch the wine he brewed himself.

Li Zedao twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at his leaving back, he was trampled by a group of grass and mud horses, thinking that this old man was sick?

Soon, the old head of Zhao returned. He had a large jug of wine in his right hand. Although the mouth of the jug was stuffed with wooden blocks, Li Zedao asked as if the strong aroma of wine came out. As for his other hand , While holding two **** bowls, if this kind of big bowl is filled with wine, that one will cost a catty.

"Boy, I'm happy today. Why don't you drink more. This is not the plum wine made by Lao Tzu. That plum wine... Of course it's good, but compared with this jar of wine, that's a far cry. Lao Tzu's wife was pregnant. Lao Tzu brewed this altar of daughter red, and planned to drink it when my daughter got married, but I gave birth to a handful... In the end, Lao Tzu buried it for fifty years, if it wasn't for the donkey egg and the little bunny to bury it on the ground. What's wrong, I still can't bear to dig it out." Old Zhao said, putting the big bowl in front of Li Zedao, then tore off the cork, and started pouring wine into the **** bowl in front of Li Zedao.

Suddenly, the smell of wine was tangy, and it was mainly caused by wine bugs or those who have studied wine. Looking at the silver-white wine, the eyes were already bright.

It's a pity that Li Ze didn't understand wine, and even the corner of his mouth was drawn and muttered in his heart that this wine has really been stored for fifty years? Will you have diarrhea after drinking?

"Boy, do it." The old man held up the bowl of wine in front of him with a look of excitement, then raised his head and sipped his mouth dry.

Smash it, Smash it, that old face is full of satisfaction: "Good wine! Good wine!"

Li Zedao picked up the bowl, took a sip, smashed it, smashed it, that's it, not even as good as plain water. Of course, you can only think about this in your heart, otherwise this old man who looks indistinguishable from the magic stick will definitely make him anxious, right?

"Don't you drink?" Old Zhao asked when he saw Li Zedao taking a sip.

"Uh... drink, drink..."

"Boy, don't force it if you can't drink. Lao Tzu never forces people to drink. From Lao Tzu's point of view, those who say that if you don't drink are not brothers, those who don't respect me or anything are mentally disabled. If you don't drink, you are not brothers? The love between them is really **** too cheap..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand long ago, picked up the one sip of wine in front of Li Zedao, then raised his head, and drew another sip: "Good wine! Good wine!"

Li Zedao was dumbfounded, shit, there was my saliva, this... Forget it, it's just tears when you talk about it.

"Grandpa, that...I'll leave if there is nothing wrong." Li Zedao stood up and said, deciding to leave first. Listening to the old man talking nervously over there, he couldn’t understand the opposite at all. Li Zedao felt it was a torture, so he might as well leave as soon as possible. Although the woman always had a cold face, I would kill if she didn’t move. You, but that face and figure are there, so much better than when facing this old man.

"Something, something, you sit, sit, you're welcome, just think of this as your own home." Old Zhao burped with wine, and the old face was greasy and greasy. The red light.

Li Zedao was helpless, thinking that if I was really rude, I should turn my face on you.

The old head of Zhao carefully stuffed the cork back into the wine jar, sticking his tongue out, licking the wine stains around his lips, then looked at Li Zedao and said: "When you went up the mountain, the donkey egg told you about the wolf in our village. Is the origin of the village?"

Is this finally about to step into the theme? Li Zedao nodded, indicating that the donkey egg had said it.

Old Zhao said: "To put it simply, my ancestor, General Wolf, led people all the way to escape, and he went through numerous hunts and killings, and even fled into the mountains. Those chasers were still chasing after him. Finally, my ancestor Wolf The general met a noble man with a wolf head mask. With his help, General Wolf and his team finally managed to hide in this naturally formed cave, and then escaped the disaster."

"Everyone knows the tens of people in the village about the expert with wolf head mask helping our ancestor General Wolf." Old Zhao said, his voice was already lowered, "but there is another one. Only Lao Tzu knows about it. Of course, it was Lao Tzu who knew it before, and further up, it was Lao Tzu of my Lao Tzu... In short, this matter was passed down from General Wolf, from generation to generation, and finally to me. Come, I haven't had time to pass it to Donkey Dan's father. You show up, and our mission is over here."

Li Zedao listened, confused at one end, but inevitable curiosity was aroused, and asked, "Grandpa, what is it? What does it have to do with me?"

The old man didn't answer immediately, but raised his head slightly, as if he was stuck in memory, as if he didn't inherit this matter from his old man, but he was one of the participants.

"This upright old **** stick likes to pretend to be forceful." Li Zedao muttered in his heart.

"Do you know who the wolf-head master of my ancestor Wolf General met?" The old man turned his gaze back, looking at Li Zedao with a mysterious face and asked.

"...Who is it?" Li Zedao was very difficult to cooperate with the old man to play there.

"Boy, have you heard the story of Zhao Kuangyin losing Huashan?"

Li Ze Daomu nodded, his eyes widened in an instant, and he blurted out: "You mean, the wolf mask master who saved General Wolf is... Chen Tuan?"

"It's Chen Tuan!" Seeing that Li Zedao actually knew Chen Tuan's, Old Zhao blushed and slapped his thigh, and said very happy.