Songhai, just after dinner, the sun sank into the horizon, stubbornly showing the last rays of light and dyeing the clouds on the horizon golden red.
Jiang Yu'er walked out of the room wearing pink slippers and excitedly entered her nephew's room, but found it empty.
"Mom, where is my Yuanzi?" She cried out, calling for her grandmother who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
"I just went out. I guess I was telling fortunes for the old men in the community again." Grandma responded in a louder voice.
"How can he tell fortunes? He's not trying to cheat the old men and women in the neighborhood out of their money, is he? Mom, wait until he comes back and beat him to death."
"He didn't cheat me out of money, but he deserves to be beaten to death," said grandma gritting her teeth.
"I'll take a nap. You can call me when he comes back. Tomorrow is the weekend and I want to play games."
Jiang Yuer yawned and went back to his room.
Beside the stone table in the community, Zhang Yuanqing, who was standing with a big horse and golden sword, was surrounded by a group of old men and women, and opposite him was a half-bald old man.
The old man said with great sorrow: "Master Zhang, your calculations are so accurate. The stocks I bought really hit the limit down. Oh, I am losing so much money that my liver hurts."
Zhang Yuanqing heard this and shook his head and sighed, "Uncle Wang, you are destined to be a leek farmer. You will be cut from childhood to adulthood, and from adulthood to old age. You will never make a fortune in your life. If you continue like this, your old age will be miserable."
Uncle Wang was horrified, and tightly grasped Master Zhang's hand, saying, "Master, you must save me..."
Zhang Yuanqing sat upright, looking like a hermit. "It's easy. I'll give the money to your partner in the city to manage from now on."
"Will this way we be able to avoid being ripped off?" the old man asked expectantly.
In this way, the one who is circumcised is your son.
"Master, please change the fate of our family!" Listening to the conversation between the two, the old men and women nearby exclaimed "Oh!" and showed shocked expressions.
"What a loss, huh?"
"real"
"It's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse."
"Is the kid from the Chen family really good at fortune-telling?"
The uncles and aunts started chattering in amazement. Recently, there was a rumor in the community that the grandson of Old Chen left home during the summer vacation to become an apprentice. He learned the skills of physiognomy and fortune-telling from the master, and could predict the future with accuracy, find dragon points and points, and change people's destiny.
The reason is this: last week, when Old Man Fei from Xiaoou was playing chess with Old Man Chen, Old Man Chen's grandson suddenly showed up and pointed at Old Fei and said, "Uncle Fei, your forehead is dark and your eyes are cloudy, which indicates early stage cancer. Go to the hospital quickly, there is still time."
Upon hearing this, Old Fei wanted to show that kid what it meant to be old and still have a sharp sword, but what Old Chen's grandson said next made Old Fei shudder.
No one can remember what was said specifically, but after hearing it, Mr. Fei rushed to the hospital in a hurry and found out that he really had lung cancer. Fortunately, it was in the early stage and the doctor said it could still be saved.
After this incident, the kid from Old Chen's family became famous among the old men and women in the community, but some people were still skeptical about his abilities.
Master Zhang is really capable. A few days ago, he told me that I would have a grandchild next year, and then yesterday my daughter-in-law found out that she was pregnant.
"Lao Wang also lost money in stock trading. This can't be an act." At this time, an old man with triangular eyes pushed Lao Wang away.
Let me do it, let me do it. He looked at Zhang Yuanqing with some disdain and said, "Young man, look at my face. If you can tell the answer right, I'll give you two hundred yuan. We are all neighbors."
Zhang Yuanqing maintained the composure of a master and was not annoyed by the other party's attitude and tone. He asked the old man's name and date of birth as usual.
He actually knew this old man, who was well-known in the community for his bad temper. He had once had a conflict with his grandfather and was stingy and mean.
After the triangular-eyed old man finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing stroked his chin and said under the gaze of the surrounding aunties and uncles, "You are in good health, but your relationships with people, family, and children are not good. Your children probably haven't visited you for a long time."
The old man with three corners of his eye snorted: "Don't bluff me, these are all things that everyone knows!"
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You also know that you have a bad reputation...
Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject: "But, your palace of love is shrouded in auspicious clouds and hidden with red light. Tsk tsk, congratulations, old man, your love has ushered in a second spring."
The triangular-eyed old man's expression changed without waiting for him to speak.
Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject again: "But, the auspicious clouds are filled with black air, and the red light is shrouded in blood. This means that the peach blossoms are mixed with blood evil, which means that your cake head is a married woman. Old man, did you hook up with some old lady?"
The aunties and uncles around exclaimed “Oh wow” again.
The triangular-eyed old man's face froze for a moment, and then he jumped up like a mouse whose tail was stepped on.
"How is that possible!" He refuted loudly and fiercely, looking at the people around him while refuting, "There is no such thing at all, you little bastard, you are talking nonsense, you will die a horrible death if you lie to others."
He stood up angrily, pushed through the crowd and walked away, because he had noticed that the way people around him looked at him had changed. The uncles looked wary and hostile, while the aunties looked gossipy.
Zhang Yuanqing shouted at his back: "Old man,
You are so old now, you should live a peaceful retirement and stop doing all these fancy things."
"Yuanzi, it's time for dinner!" At this time, my uncle came out of the building and waved.
"Let's go square dancing."
"Okay!"
Zhang Yuanqing took out a mask from his coat pocket and followed happily. The old men and women behind him shouted to keep him.
"Master Zhang, let me see! Master Zhang, don't leave. Whose old woman is that boy hooking up with?"
"Master, my son has been having trouble at work lately. Can you make an appointment to have a fortune-telling for him?"
But Zhang Yuanqing just waved his hand and left the community with Yi Shiyun and the family scum without taking him. There was a group of charming middle-aged women waiting for him in the square fifty meters away.
Zhang Yuanqing went home for a week. During the day, he pretended to go to school but actually went to Fujiawan Villa to spend time with Guan Ya. When he had time, he would supervise Xiahou Aotian tightening the screws.
During this period, he took some time to go to Jinshan City. The Wuhen Hotel had closed down. Fearing retaliation from the Southern School, Xiaoyuan moved to the city center with four young people.
Kou Beiyue and Xiaopangzi suspended their food delivery business and became couriers instead. They are currently working for a logistics company that is highly regarded by customers.
I come back to have dinner with my family, dance square dance with my uncle, play games with my aunt, and occasionally join the army of people urging marriage, urging my overly mature cousin to find a girlfriend.
It is worth mentioning that my aunt brought a girl home last night. She is the daughter of my aunt’s brother’s friend, who is a leader of a state-owned enterprise and has a wealthy family.
The girl is a returnee from overseas and currently works as a senior executive in a Fortune 500 company. She is 32 years old this year and is a high-quality female with outstanding looks and abilities.
When the other family heard that his cousin was a captain in the Kangyang District Security Bureau, they immediately came up and hit it off, and were very interested in bringing the two together.
So my aunt brought that sister to our house for dinner. Zhang Yuanqing was also there. That sister was really pretty, with wavy hair, branded clothes, and gentle ladies' glasses. She looked intellectual and elegant. I would have thought her brother's surname was Gao.
When the elder sister got home, her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Zhang Yuanqing. While eating, she asked him random questions like where his brother went to school, whether he was interested in internship at her sister's company, how his aunt's overseas career was going, what brand of clothes his brother liked... Her attention was all on him, and she didn't talk to her cousin.
Before leaving, I wanted to add Zhang Yuanqing on WeChat, but there was no other way. Zhang Yuanqing's appearance was not bad to begin with, and after becoming a spiritual traveler, he had a strong and upright figure and a temperament that combined the evil charm and arrogance of a night wandering god with the mysterious and ethereal nature of a star official. He was indeed very attractive to women.
Naturally, the blind date fell through. My aunt told me that my sister went home and told her parents that she had fallen in love with her cousin, and that they could start a relationship the next day, get married within three months of the blind date, and have a baby within a year.
My uncle's family doesn't care. My uncle doesn't care about his son's marriage. Chen Yuanjun is his father's successor, and it's not like he can't find him.
My aunt thought that her son was the captain of the police department, a high-ranking official with great power, and he could choose any girl in Songhai and had no shortage of wives.
But the grandmother was very unhappy and treated her grandson as a thorn in her side for several days.
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At 2:30 in the morning, after sending his aunt away, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door and used the Star Escape Technique to reach the rooftop.
He took out the Daluo Star Plate, opened his starry eyes, and deduced his future as a routine.
After half an hour of finding nothing, he put away the star disk and sighed, "Still no revelation. This shows that my death came from a high-level existence, at least a peak master, or a high-level night wandering god who is good at hiding himself."
Zhang Yuanqing looked worried and sighed again.
Although astrology does not give feedback, logical reasoning will not be interfered with by "hidden" forces.
He believes that external disasters should come from two aspects.
One is Mr. Cai Chang, and the other is Lingtuo.
Judging from what happened to the Demon Lord, Lingtuo must have attacked him after he was promoted to the Sun God.
Unless something special happens in the near future that causes Lingtuo to decide to take action in advance, such as knowing that he is Zhang Tianshi's son.
And if the fatal disaster comes from the crisis of Cai Changlao, it is most likely that he is attacked by multiple overlords. Hiding in the copy can cleverly resolve the crisis.
"Alas, the most terrifying thing is not the danger, but not knowing where the danger is coming from, and not even knowing where to think of a countermeasure."
Zhang Yuanqing turned into starlight and disappeared. Dark clouds covered the sky, layer upon layer, endless. The pale light of the sky tried to penetrate the clouds and sprinkled on this lifeless land.
This is an ancient battlefield and a forbidden zone for life, with the gray-brown land stretching to the end of the sight.
Rotting corpses and gray bones were like pimples on the ground, and a blood-red lake was inlaid on the ground like a scarlet ruby.
An ancient palace hangs high above the Blood Lake, built with large black stones. The palace does not have a Western-style spires nor Chinese-style tiles.
Its architectural style does not belong to any era. It seems to be separated from human civilization and more like a cube built by ancient humans with stones.
But the rocks that make it up fit together perfectly, and the exterior walls are decorated with exquisite details, which are far beyond the reach of humans.
There are 999 suspended stone steps extending in front of the Hanging Palace, and the 1,000th step is embedded in the ground.
A tall and weathered-looking ascetic monk climbed up step by step with his hands clasped together. Every time he took a stone step up, he would take one step back. He walked for a very long time but was always standing still.
Even so, he had already walked through 990 stone steps, and only needed the last ten steps to reach the palace.
"The past leaves no trace!" A figure appeared at the end of the stairs. It was wearing tattered robes. Its fleshless head was a white skull, and its hands and feet were pale bones.
The hollow eye sockets of the skeleton were filled with soul flames, conveying spiritual fluctuations: "You are not the one chosen by God, do not even think about stealing God's authority, return, this is your last chance!"