Chu Changzui felt inexplicably better after chatting with Feng Wuhen that day.

Specifically, he even began to think about how he would die.

It can only be said that the brain circuits of fortune tellers are indeed different from ordinary people. Since he came to his senses, Chu Changzui has lived a very comfortable life every day.

Of course, outsiders can't see anything unusual on his face. Except that he drinks more and stronger wine, he seems to be no different from usual.

In the past few days, he packed up some of his luggage and stored it in a place nearby. He also wrote a note, explaining that if he couldn't come back for something, he would entrust the package to his junior brother.

He was methodical when doing this series of things, and even he himself couldn't imagine why he would do such things in such a calm mood.

But recently Chu Changzui wanted to go to Feng Wuhen's place intentionally or unintentionally, but Feng Wuhen never invited him in to sit down like he did that day.

He suspected that Feng Wuhen felt that he was hopeless, so he didn't want to have too much contact with him. Coincidentally, Chu Changzui also did the same with some dying people.

Nowadays, colleagues know each other best, and there is nothing wrong with the shopkeeper doing this.

However, Chu Changzui was always worried about one thing.

That day...

Feng Wuhen called him over, and the tone of his voice made Chu Changzui miss him vaguely.

Because that tone was a bit like his master back then.

Chu Changzui was picked up by his master when he was a child. His master was the strictest person to him from childhood to adulthood. Chu Changzui rarely saw his master smile.

His master had passed away ten years ago.

There were many things that Chu Changzui did not understand when he was young, and he may have complained about why his master rarely smiled at him.

But after growing up, Chu Changzui missed his master's serious face, and the admonition and care that only the most familiar people could feel.

Feng Wuhen was also his elder, although Chu Changzui always forgot this when looking at his face.

But he always had a strange illusion, as if Feng Wuhen was admonishing him that day...

Chu Changzui thought of this, and suddenly smiled and shook his head.

No, it's impossible.

That's Feng Wuhen.

If his master were still alive now, he might be the only person in the world who really cared about him.

Master, if you were still alive, what do you want me to do?

But even though he was sure that he was overthinking, Chu Changzui still had an inexplicable obsession.

He was really special, and he really wanted to know what method Feng Wuhen used.

Feng Wuhen probably looked down on ordinary methods, and stargazing was even more child's play in his eyes. So what kind of method of fortune-telling was Feng Wuhen good at?

What's more... Feng Wuhen changed the destiny without authorization, which is definitely not something that can be done easily, right?

Chu Changzui now looked down on life and death, and instead began to care about some things related to his old profession.

After all, Chu Changzui was a genius of Guigumen, and his talent in Qimen Dunjia was unique, but he had never heard of the way to change destiny.

For people with certain talents, immersing themselves in such things can bring them endless fun.

Divining has always been a matter of walking on a tightrope. Everyone says that people with too good fortunes are not suitable for fortune-telling. In Chu Changzui's view, the so-called fortune-telling is just a peek into the rules of heaven.

It's like walking through a canyon full of steel knives. You have to be extremely careful with every step.

Fortune-tellers are eloquent and have a delicate heart, but that's only because fortune-tellers need to be more careful, otherwise they can easily step into the abyss if they are not careful.

But Chu Changzui likes this feeling very much.

Chu Changzui's current mood is like an old drunkard who sees a jar of aged wine. He is hung tightly and can never let go.

All in all, Chu Changzui now has only one wish before he dies.

- He wants to know how powerful the shopkeeper really is?

If there is a chance, he must use his most powerful method to test the shopkeeper's strength.

...

- In a blink of an eye, the day agreed upon by Chu Changzui and the elders of Huashan Sect has arrived.

On that day, Chu Changzui deliberately changed into a new set of clothes.

With this outfit, he is definitely considered to be suave and dashing, so much so that when he went out today, many girls nearby secretly turned their heads to look at him.

But Chu Changzui didn't feel anything in his heart.

He knew very well why he changed into this new set of clothes today.

A little girl selling steamed cakes at the door secretly looked up at him several times.

Normally Chu Changzui would try to avoid her, but today he stopped for a while for some unknown reason.

The little girl always wore shabby clothes, but they were washed very cleanly. There was a thin layer of silk on her slender hands, but her eyes were like the apricot kernels sold on the stalls outside.

Chu Changzui usually didn't talk much when he went out, but today he looked at the girl for a long time, and then looked up at her head.

Under the eaves at the door, there was a nest of swallows that had just hatched, and each swallow opened its tender yellow mouth and chirped.

It's great, the breath of summer has arrived. Chu Changzui glanced at the nest of swallows and thought.

Everything in the world grows according to its own trajectory.

When Chu Changzui was about to leave, the girl suddenly said with some concern, "Are you... going on a long journey?"

Chu Changzui was slightly stunned.

He had never said that he was going on a long journey, and he had never shown any difference from usual.

He had never even spoken to the girl.

But this girl asked him this morning if he was going on a long journey.

Was it the unconscious anxiety emanating from him that made the girl feel something?

Or... is she just like him, with a premonition for no reason?

Chu Changzui suddenly smiled, and said, "Yes."

"Then... will you come back?"

Chu Changzui was silent for a second.

Whether he can come back or not, that's really hard to say.

Finally, he smiled and said, "It depends on fate."

"Fate? What fate?" The girl asked curiously.

"The way of heaven is inaction, and all things change by themselves."

Everyone must follow the trajectory of heaven when they are born, and no one is an exception, and the same is true for life and death.

Chu Changzui rarely chats with a stranger for so long. I don't know what happened today. Maybe it's because he has a premonition that his end is coming, so even if it's a stranger, he still talks happily.

The girl looked a little disappointed after hearing what he said, and Chu Changzui didn't know why he didn't want to see her disappointed. However, before he could turn around and leave, the girl suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

She lowered her head and rummaged through her stall.

A large bag of steamed buns was taken out, still hot.

"This is..."

Chu Changzui was a little surprised.

He seldom eats this, but when he saw the large bag of steamed buns held in front of him, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"These things are not worth much, just take them!" The girl seemed to be afraid that he would refuse. She stuttered, "I, I don't really understand what you're saying... I know I'm not very smart."

Her hands kept rubbing her skirt, "But..."

"But you have to come back."

Chu Changzui glanced at the pancake in his hand, and suddenly shook his head with a smile.

He took the pancake.

The girl raised her head in surprise, but before she could say anything, she was suddenly pulled forward by Chu Changzui.

It was indeed a bit abrupt for Chu Changzui to casually pull the girl's hand, so the girl's face turned red instantly, but Chu Changzui seemed not to see it.

"There will be a chance." Chu Changzui suddenly took a deep breath.

He looked at the sky in the distance, where a dark shadow was faintly flying over, "If I can come back, I will definitely come back again."

"Come back?" The girl glanced at Chu Changzui quietly, and her face turned a little redder.

Chu Changzui looked at the blushing girl and suddenly smiled.

He originally wanted to die peacefully, but he didn't expect to be involved in this matter.

People often cannot owe others anything before they die, otherwise they will owe it in the next life.

He was just afraid that he would have to pay back this debt in the next life.

The girl had never dared to look up at him. Now she lowered her head and whispered, "In fact, how can you predict something like fate? You, don't take it too seriously..."

She seemed to want to continue, but just as she finished speaking, there was a sound of breaking air behind her.

The sound was very loud, and even sounded a little sad. In this quiet alley, the sound echoed like a ghost.

The girl screamed in fear and subconsciously jumped forward. Chu Changzui held her steadily with one arm. Then she turned around to see what happened behind her.

It turned out to be an eagle.

It rushed into the swallow's nest, looked around with sharp eyes, and then suddenly picked up a little bird. The bird went down without making a sound. The

strong prey on the weak, and it has been like this since ancient times.

The eagle flapped its wings and flew away from the sight of Chu Changzui and the girl. However, as it flew up, its sharp claws knocked the entire nest down.

The nest was several years old, like a huge beehive, with soil and dead grass mixed together, and it just happened to fall on the pancake stall below.

"Punch!"

Chu Changzui watched the bird's nest fall down, then he let go of the girl's hand and turned away.

The girl... was already stunned.

That's why she didn't notice Chu Changzui turning around and leaving.

If Chu Changzui hadn't pulled her just now, the bird's nest might have fallen on her head, smashing her head and bleeding.

She was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction where Chu Changzui had just left.

At this moment, a whisper that she didn't know if it was an illusion was still echoing in her ears.

"This... is destiny."

There was a sense of complacency in the tone, as if a person secretly knew a secret that only he knew in the world.

But few people can hear it.

In that tone that sounded very contented and happy...

there was actually a hint of... self-mockery.

Chu Changzui seemed to be very leisurely as he walked to the street next to him.

However, as he walked, he suddenly lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The color of the blood was dark red with a hint of black, but Chu Changzui was not surprised.

He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "It turns out that changing destiny is such a difficult thing."

"I never intervened in such matters before. Today is the first time..."

"Maybe, it will be the last time."