1 Chapter 1
◎Answer questions and resolve doubts, carry forward the family legacy◎
"It's finally sunny today!"
A sigh came from the deserted hall of Laotou Street Police Station.
It rained heavily for half a month in a row, making people feel moldy and lazy.
The sun finally came out, and the light shone through the glass door onto the ground in patches. Dust floated in the air, as if carrying the scent of sunshine.
"By the way, what happened to the illegal resident in Xiaoqian Mountain..." asked one of the people in the corridor.
Before he finished speaking, a figure walked out of the office.
She was wearing a gray Taoist robe and had a black cloth bag slung over her shoulder, which was bulging with things. She was holding something in her hand, and her eyes were black and bright, staring straight at the two people in the corridor.
The next moment, she held up the thing in her hand in front of the two of them - it was a brand new ID card.
"Who is the illegal resident?" Qianyang raised his eyebrows and shook his ID card, showing off a bit.
"Oh? Have you got your ID card?" the police officer said with a smile.
"What's next? What are you going to do?"
Qianyang carefully put away his ID card. He heard that he would be unable to move forward at the foot of the mountain without it.
"Teaching and resolving doubts, carrying forward the family legacy." Qianyang said concisely.
Half a month ago, a sudden heavy rain caused a flood, destroying the Qian family's ancestral home that had lasted for hundreds of years. Qian Yang had nowhere to go, and after being found by rescuers, he came to the foot of the mountain.
"...Are you alone?" the police officer asked in surprise.
Qianyang nodded, "Yes."
"Speaking of which, why are you the only disciple in the Taoist temple in Xiaoqian Mountain? Where are your master and the other disciples?"
Qianyang paused for a moment, lowered his eyelids to cover his bright eyes, and said in a deep voice: "They are all gone."
The two policemen looked at each other, their expressions awkward, and rubbed their palms together. "So, do you have any relatives down the mountain?"
Qianyang shook his head and said, "No, this is my first time going down the mountain."
The police officer showed pity in his eyes and said hesitantly: "You are alone and penniless..."
"It's okay." Qian Yang raised his eyes and smiled, as bright as the stars, "I can make money."
The sympathy in their eyes was about to overflow.
Qian Yang said seriously, "I'm very good. I've learned all the rules down the mountain."
Qianyang did not lie. Her master said that she was the most talented disciple of the Qian family so far.
When leaving the police station, several policemen insisted on stuffing money into her pocket. The Taoist doctrine is that there must be a cause for every effect, and there is no reward without merit. Qianyang could not destroy her heart of Taoism, so she rejected their kindness.
Walking on the wet road, the pedestrians were reflected in the puddles. Qianyang stood on the side of the road with tall buildings, watching the hustle and bustle of cars and people, feeling very novel.
When passersby pass by her, their eyes always unconsciously linger on her for a few seconds.
Qianyang's gray Taoist robe seemed out of place against the bustling street scene.
Like a country bumpkin who accidentally entered the new world of cyberpunk.
“Sizzle——”
The aroma of fried chicken lingered in the air. The chicken was coated in breadcrumbs and fried until golden brown in the frying pan on the vendor's cart.
Qianyang swallowed his saliva and looked at the hand-pulled pancake stall next to him. The golden and crispy dough was wrapped with chili sauce, lettuce, ham, and pork tenderloin. The dough was then rolled together and cut in half...
Qianyang's stomach growled and he pursed his lips.
——Jumbo hand-pulled pancake, 25 yuan.
I'm hungry.
What should I do then?
Make money!
"Fortune telling? We can tell you everything, including your fortune, career luck, and romantic luck."
"Fortune telling! Fortune telling! You can't ask for money! You can't ask for money!"
Three or four elderly people holding compasses kept shouting something to passers-by.
One of them noticed Qianyang, his eyes immediately lit up, and asked, "Little girl, would you like to have your fortune told? You must ask for money."
Qian Yang glanced thoughtfully at the compass in his hand and asked, "Master, how much does it usually cost to have a divination?"
"Fifty! I guarantee that I will not cheat anyone, young or old." The old man said attentively.
"Oh...thank you." Qian Yang thanked him politely, turned around, took out a yellow flag from his cloth bag, stuck it in his hair, and shouted to the roadside, "Fortune telling! Fortune telling! Twenty-five yuan for a fortune telling, no cheating guaranteed!"
Old man: “?”
"Little girl..." The old man laughed instead of getting angry. "It's fine if you're stealing my business, but why are you disrupting the market?"
Qian Yang explained, "I only tell one fortune, and the price of fortune telling should vary from person to person."
The old man obviously didn't take her seriously and sneered, "Little girl, you won't make money by cheating people."
"Thank you." Qian Yang nodded and continued to shout to the crowd, "Fortune telling! You can't ask for money, you can't ask for money!"
Passersby didn't even want to stop, they just wanted to walk around her.
Qianyang shouted for a while and found that making money was not as easy as she had imagined. No one took care of her business at all, and they were afraid to look her in the eye.
The customers in front of the pancake stall came in batches, and Qianyang was starving.
Qianyang breathed a sigh of relief. Making a living down the mountain wasn't as easy as she'd imagined. Would she starve to death because she couldn't make any money? If her ancestors knew, they'd surely banish her from the underworld, leaving her as a wandering ghost.
"Well, am I right?" The old man wandered around and raised his chin proudly. "You're still a little immature!"
Qianyang pursed her lips. From childhood to adulthood, everything she did went smoothly, as if she had divine help.
Ever since that heavy rain, my luck seems to have been washed away. I wonder if it has anything to do with the collapse of my ancestral home?
Forget it. The master said that the people living down the mountain are different from before. She should find another way to make money before considering carrying on the family business.
"Young people nowadays are not enterprising and don't work properly..." Several elderly people who were shouting nearby gathered together somehow.
"Little girl, do you know the tricks inside?"
Qianyang pricked up his ears and humbly asked for advice: "Master, what is the secret?"
One of them said, "Do you think fortune-telling really tells your fate?"
Qianyang tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What else? What does it mean?"
"There's nothing magical about this. We rely on our own experience and understanding to understand the guests' mindsets. We tell them what they want to hear and seek psychological comfort. You're young, under 20, right?"
Qianyang answered honestly: "Twenty-one."
"At your age, even though you dress decently and look so pretty, wouldn't it be difficult to find another way forward? Fortune-telling? Who would believe you?"
Qian Yang said, "Don't judge a person by his appearance. I can tell fortunes very accurately. Do you want to try it? Twenty-five yuan per divination.
"Tsk! I can't explain it to you. It's just a matter of psychological comfort. Who would believe a young girl like you?"
Qianyang gradually came to his senses and realized that the fortune-telling they were talking about seemed to be different from his own understanding of fortune-telling.
Qian Yang pondered for a moment and asked, "Can you figure out my name?"
"?"
"Are you mentally ill? I told you this isn't fortune-telling!"
"Little girl, which theater did you run away from?"
"Hurry up and go! Don't delay our business."
…
"Could it be that you can even figure out our names?"
Qian Yang said: "No need to calculate, I will know after talking to you for a few words."
“???”
"What are you talking about?"
"Zhang Jiaquan."
"Wu Wenli."
"Li Fang."
"Tang Guoqiang."
…
Seeing this, Qianyang reported their names one by one.
The old people who were originally talking at once all shut up and looked at her in disbelief.
Qianyang looked innocent. Isn't this the basic skill of Xuanmen? As long as his own energy is not strong, Qianyang doesn't even need to use hexagrams. He can figure out their names with just a few words.
"You, you... That's impossible?" The old man stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at her, "You must be a liar!"
"No wonder my son told me to be careful about scams targeting the elderly. Even the smartest people can fall for it. Has your fraud gang become so arrogant?"
"Are you from the same company that distributed eggs yesterday? No wonder they insisted on filling in my name!"
"You are so arrogant!"
Qianyang: “…”
Wait, where are the eggs distributed? Can she get some too?
"Fortune telling?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.
Qianyang looked up and saw a haggard young man standing on the edge of the crowd, looking tired and with dull eyes.
Upon hearing this, all the noisy elderly people flocked towards him.
"Who are you, young man?"
"Wealth, career, romance... I can tell you everything. Fifty-one hexagrams!"
The young man was holding a folder in his hand, with a blue transparent cover pressing down on several sheets of paper. The first sheet of paper had the word "Resume" written in large letters on it.
His shoulders slumped, his hands hanging at his sides, he asked, "When can I find a job?"
“When will I become rich overnight?”
Several elderly people were confused by the question and looked at each other.
"Young man, are you okay? How do you figure out these things?"
"If you don't want your fortune told, just leave! It's a waste of time."
The young man pursed his pale lips and said, "Doesn't everything count?"
"Are you...sick?"
“Go, go, go!”
Qianyang folded her arms and looked at him thoughtfully.
The young man said nothing more and turned away.
"Wait a minute." Qianyang called out to him.
The young man turned sideways and asked, "Do you have a way to get rich overnight?"
Several others also looked over at them.
Qianyang curled her lips. She didn't look that good, but she had beautiful ideas. She didn't even dare to talk about getting rich overnight.
“There’s no such thing as getting rich overnight…”
"oh."
Before Qianyang could finish his words, the young man turned and walked away, muttering, "...I'm really crazy."
"Have you considered becoming my disciple?" Qian Yang asked, looking at his back.
"A master who teaches me how to make money? I'd consider it." The young man said casually.
Qian Yang asked, "Where is the master who saved your life?"
The young man was slightly startled, turned to look at her, and frowned.
Qianyang looked serious and didn't seem to be joking.
"Girl, are you crazy?"
"Have you two conspired to deceive people together?"
"I say, young people, why don't you strive for progress?"
"The world is going downhill!"
…
The people around them thought they were causing trouble and started to sneer at them.
The young man tightened his lip line and said, "It seems that you are crazy too."
Qianyang: “…”
Qian Yang shrugged slightly and reminded: "Watch your step when crossing the road."
The young man did not answer and walked straight to the side of the road.
The green light on the other side of the road came on, and the young man walked onto the sidewalk without looking back.
There were several cars parked on the roadside, ready to move, and the sounds of bicycle bells and electric vehicle horns echoed in the ears. The next moment, a large number of people rushed into the zebra crossing.
Among the endless stream of people, the young man had hunched shoulders and walked slowly.
In an instant, his figure was submerged in it.
...Good words cannot persuade a damned ghost.
【Author’s words】
Long time no see! New post!
This book is about something light-hearted, refreshing and healing. It will be updated daily. If I don't update, I will ask for leave in advance.
Three chapters on the first day of writing, and there are still two chapters to go~
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Special issue follow-up article "The male protagonist's big cousin is my first love" please collect qaq
Copywriter: Lu Xiyang knew from a young age that she was a cannon fodder female supporting role in a book.
As the male protagonist's marriage partner, she is a clown who keeps jumping between the male and female protagonists, serving as a seasoning and catalyst for their relationship.
When the system told her that she was about to enter the cannon fodder plot, Lu Xiyang decided to indulge herself and had a good "sleep" with her first love in high school.
The next day, she left the sleeping man and left without a care in the world.
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A week later, Lu Xiyang went to the male protagonist's cousin's company to discuss the marriage between the two families in detail.
It is said that this cousin is the hero's biggest supporter in the book. Just hearing his name makes the hero tremble with fear.
At the end of the story, he killed Lu Xiyang.
When they met for the first time, Lu Xiyang decided to leave a good impression on him so that he would suffer less when he escaped from the plot in the future.
She bent down respectfully and said, "Hello, I'm Lu Xiyang, your cousin's fiancée."
After Lu Xiyang introduced herself, she heard nothing for a long time. Just when she was wondering, a sneer came from the front.
"Miss Lu...what a coincidence."
The last two words were inexplicably spoken with a hint of gnashing of teeth.
Lu Xiyang's heart trembled, and he felt a dull pain in his lower back. He wished he could start a death escape plot on the spot.
What a coincidence, isn't it?
They were sleeping in the same bed just a week ago!
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After realizing his own feelings, Sheng Xing couldn't wait to find his cousin and planned to arrange marriage with Lu Xiyang in advance.
He came to the door, vaguely heard a quarrel, and looked quietly through the crack in the door.
Lu Xiyang sat in the man's arms, his lips red and swollen. He leaned on his shoulder and cursed softly, "I just don't like you... I'm willing to be your brother's substitute... If you have the guts, kill me!"
After saying that, she bit the man hard.
The man smiled instead of getting angry, rubbing her waist and leaving soft and dense kisses on her neck.
Sheng Xing was struck by lightning and stood there dumbfounded.
Perhaps noticing something, the man raised his eyes slightly, and their eyes met in mid-air.
Sheng Xing's whole body shook, as if he had stepped into the territory of a wild beast, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
--roll.
The man's thin lips moved slightly, his eyes gloomy.
Sheng Xing had no time to think and almost fled in panic.
Before leaving, he heard the man's tone of voice sounding like admonition and warning, and he didn't know to whom he was talking:
"From now on, stay away from her."
Serving Guide:
sc, the heroine has a plot line, the overall emotion is greater than the plot
There is a death escape plot in the later stage
Overall, it's a sweet and refreshing book
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