Choose the freshest fish to eat, choose the best horse to ride, and choose the softest persimmon to squeeze.
He clearly asked the three of them to go over, so why did he push her?
Xiao Nanhui was dissatisfied. He took half a step and then nailed his feet to the ground, refusing to move forward no matter what.
Logically speaking, an old woman half buried in the ground would not be very intimidating, but for some reason, Xiao Nanhui felt a chill when he looked at that withered face.
People are indeed more afraid of the unknown than we imagine.
Thinking of what she had just experienced and the disturbing speculation deep in her heart, she swallowed and was trying to find an excuse to avoid the limelight when the man behind her suddenly stepped forward and blocked her behind him.
"I'll go first."
After he moved like this, Ding Weixiang could no longer sit still. He took two steps forward and blocked his master behind him.
"I'll go first."
Shen Yangyang frowned and looked at the three people in front of him who were behaving strangely, with an undisguised disdain in his tone.
"My grandmother has the ability to see through the eyes. It's just a glance. Why do you think it's so important?"
Of course.
You said take a look, so you just take a look?
Besides, there are many people who have gone to trouble after just a few glances. Zhang Shilang, the Minister of the Eastern City of Quecheng, had only glanced at the young lady Qingqing from Wangchen Tower as he rode past on the street. Since the beginning of summer, he has not been able to return home even once. A month ago, he was still staying at a relative's house.
Xiao Nanhui shook his head repeatedly, pulling Su Wei's belt and retreating.
After pulling for a while, I found that I couldn't pull it anymore. When I looked up, I met his strange gaze.
"Although it's getting late, you don't have to be so anxious. After all, there are still so many people here."
Her old face flushed, and she felt a little angry that her kindness had been taken for granted. She was about to scold the man in front of her for being ungrateful, but the man suddenly opened his five fingers and clasped her hand.
He had held her hand before, but never in this way.
Xiao Nanhui instantly forgot his current situation and the scary old woman so close to him, and the blush that had just faded away climbed up to his ears again.
A source of trouble, this man is truly a source of trouble.
In the moment she was distracted, the old woman's cloudy eyes had swept past Ding Weixiang and then fell on the young man behind him.
"Excuse me, sir, what is that on your left wrist?"
He wore Buddhist beads on his left wrist, but was holding her hand with his right hand.
His fingers were still gently stroking the palm of her hand, and his face was humble, as if he was the most polite and courteous scholar in the academy.
"These are old items passed down from the family. They are not rare. Madam, don't worry about them."
The old woman was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"It's rare to obtain even one or two relics from a great monk, so how can they not be considered precious?"
A hint of just the right amount of surprise appeared on the man's face.
"How could you recognize this, old lady? I've been practicing Buddhism since I was young, and I only know that this rosary can calm the mind. I don't know what makes it so rare?"
Some people just want to play dumb, what can you do to them?
The old woman fell into silence, her dry lips pursed even tighter, and after a long time she spoke in a deep voice.
"Since you are devoted to Buddhism, can you believe in ghosts and gods?"
"If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can't really say whether you believe it or not."
The old woman hummed twice, and it was unclear whether it was a chuckle or a sneer.
"Some things, even if they are invisible now, may not have existed in the past. As someone bearing the Zhongli surname, you should understand this."
The other party obviously knew something. He knew that the Zhongli clan had long since passed away, but he still wanted to bring up the old matter again.
"Zhongli is my mother's surname. Unfortunately, my mother passed away early, and I think there are many stories she never told me. If you are an old friend, why don't you teach me a few things? I would be very grateful."
What a joke, if he really didn't know the weight of the word Zhongli, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to announce his name in front of Shen Yangyang just now.
Xiao Nanhui watched from the side and felt both emotional and amused.
Following his rogue behavior just now, His Majesty the Emperor, the most noble of Tiancheng, resorted to another shameless trick.
The old woman obviously didn't know the man's true identity, and could only curse this evil young man in her heart, who was so evil that he couldn't be penetrated by a needle or splashed with water.
"I am old now and I can't remember many things."
The old woman finally withdrew her empty gaze and came to Xiao Nanhui.
Perhaps she also realized that this one was the softest "persimmon" among the three.
But after seeing the previous round, Xiao Nanhui was no longer as nervous as when he first arrived here.
She recalled everything she had experienced that day in the Seqiubiemeng Cave.
So-called ghosts and gods were nothing more than that. She had already seen what the most terrifying hell in the world looked like. Even if there really was something there, she could endure it.
However, before she could say anything, the other party stretched out a hand from under the cloak.
The hand was dry and strong, like an old vine, heading straight for her head.
Wait, why didn't she attack me first, but now she's just going for a sneak attack on my face? Isn't this bullying?
The instinct of a martial artist made her subconsciously shrink back, but the old woman's hand seemed to be able to retract, and it stretched out very long in an instant, grabbing her crown accurately and fiercely.
They were dry, bony hands; she could almost feel the protruding knuckles and the old, hard nails scratching her scalp.
A chill crept up his forehead and spread throughout his body. Xiao Nanhui used all his strength to not break free from the hand, letting it "wreak havoc" on his head.
After about a cup of tea, the hand finally left her head, and a hoarse voice sounded opposite her.
"The girl has a big head."
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