In the past few years, Dongfang Jin has been fortune-telling for Bian Boyan every year. Perhaps the information he gets is more accurate than that of Mo Huai, but there are some things that cannot be said.
If you peek into the sky, you will be punished by God.
Dongfang Jin wanted to spend a few more years with his little apprentice.
Looking at the young face of his apprentice, Dongfang Jin waved his hands weakly, "Forget it, forget it, you are here, how can I not take a look, go ahead."
After saying this, he stood up with great emotion and left the front yard.
Seeing this, Mo Huai also left, leaving the quiet space to Wu Qiao and the letter.
In fact, Wu Qiao didn’t know what the letter said, but she was very clear about one thing.
She inherited Bian Boyan's blood, and therefore also inherited the longevity in the blood.
Although Chen Jingang knew that after Bian Boyan took the elixir, his body would be stronger than that of ordinary people and he would live longer, he never knew that he would live a long life.
No one knew about this, including Dongfang Jin.
But now, Wu Qiao is not sure anymore.
After the last blood transfusion, she told Chen Jingang that her health was now very good and she could probably live to be a hundred years old without any illness or pain.
Little did she know, she lied.
She didn't know how long she could live, but she was sure she could live a hundred years.
Especially her appearance, which has not changed at all. She is afraid that she will still look the same when she gets older, and then her family will become suspicious.
Wu Qiao stared at the envelope for a long time before slowly opening it.
The envelope is sealed with beeswax and has a faint fragrance.
As soon as the letter was opened, the first thing that caught my eye was the word "girl".
Familiar font, familiar tone.
Suddenly, Wu Qiao's tears fell uncontrollably.
She thought she had forgotten, but in fact she was deceiving herself. She just hid some things in the corner of her heart.
"You, I knew I couldn't trick you, but I won't look for you anymore. I left Mo Huai behind to protect you. You can't send someone to look for me, right?
And, I think... we'll meet again."
There is only this paragraph in the letter, which tells two stories.
If you don't look for me, I will meet you.
But Wu Qiao knew Bian Boyan too well, just as the other knew him.
Yes, we will meet.
After reading the letter, Wu Qiao tore it up and turned to go to Dongfang Jin's room.
In the room, Dongfang Jin was playing chess with himself.
In the past few years, he has spent almost all his time in the mountains, and only comes down from the mountain occasionally on his apprentice's birthday or on the day of assessment.
"master……"
"Qiao Qiao, some things, just leave it like this."
"Yeah, I know."
"well……"
Dongfang Jin glanced at his little disciple and couldn't bear it after all, but there were many things that he really couldn't say.
"Qiao Qiao, my health has not been very strong in recent years. If one day I pass away, don't be sad. Everyone will die.
It's just that Master misses you, so he has no other choice but to not perform divination."
In recent years, the young apprentice has made rapid progress. Not only has he been able to read and understand the books left by his ancestors, he has even been able to interpret a few hexagrams with an accuracy of 80%.
This is really rare for someone who came into contact with the I Ching and Bagua later.
"Master, don't worry, I'm not stupid and I won't do anything stupid."
Dongfang Jin finally felt relieved and waved his hand, "Go, don't bother Master anymore."
In late winter of 2018, Dongfang Jin passed away in his bedroom in Dongling Mountain at the age of 60.
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