◎She just wanted to go home.◎
"Fei Yi" only stayed in the villa for a while and then left.
An Jiu still had lunch with Ming Yi. There was a special place for meals in the villa. The two sat in the hall, surrounded by people from the martial arts world who came to take a bath like them.
As soon as he sat down, Mingyi's eyes were fixed on Anjiu's face.
"Anjiu, your lips seem to be swollen."
He pointed at her with a strange look in his eyes.
Mingyi was a romantic person by nature and loved beautiful women very much. Even at a very young age, he would pull at the sleeves of beautiful girls and refuse to let go. He learned to distinguish beauty from ugliness when he was only two or three years old. If a maid at home who was not good-looking hugged him, he would burst into tears.
His father often scolded him since he was a child, saying that he was corrupting morals and that he should never introduce himself when he went out, as he thought it was too shameful!
Later, as she grew up, Mingyi's love for beauty became more and more fully revealed.
When he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he knew all the brothels near his home, and was especially familiar with the courtesans in them. He often spent a lot of money to buy a smile from a beauty.
Many times he was so absorbed in looking at beautiful women that he forgot to go home. His father would come and whip him with a whip, making the people around him laugh at him.
When he grew up a little bit, his father couldn't stand him anymore, and Mingyi himself didn't want to stay at home either. He had seen all the beauties over there!
It happened that his grandmother who lived in the capital wrote to him saying that she missed him, so he happily ran to the prosperous capital.
On the way from home to the capital, he was not idle. He traveled around to visit famous mountains and rivers and met beauties from all over the place.
The beauties in the martial arts world that he had described to An Jiu last time were those he had seen during his travels. They were a feast for his eyes and he was extremely happy.
After saying so much, the central meaning is just one: Mingyi is a well-informed person.
Especially since he had been to so many brothels, the marks on An Jiu's lips were very similar to those of the women he had seen serving men.
The lips were bright red and the lip petals were slightly swollen, as if they had been rubbed with lip balm and then pressed open, leaving a beautiful red residue.
Mingyi's face became hot as he watched, and he quickly turned his eyes away embarrassedly.
The girl sitting opposite him was totally unaware. She raised her hand and touched her lips, saying nonchalantly, "Really? Maybe it was a mosquito bite."
Mingyi's attention was immediately diverted: "There are mosquitoes so early in the morning?"
An Jiu's eyes were filled with smiles: "Yeah, maybe it's hotter here and there are more trees. Anyway, I ran into a big mosquito and it bit me hard."
Ming Yi immediately said with a distressed look on his face: "Fortunately, it didn't bite my face."
It would be such a pity if such a beautiful face got bitten!
An Jiu: "..."
It’s a pity that you haven’t been beaten to death yet, kid!
The two were eating and talking when they suddenly heard a commotion coming from not far away in the hall. They both turned their heads to look.
"An old blind man can enter the Golden Snake Villa?"
"Old blind man, what are you doing here?"
At the gate of the villa, an old man with disheveled hair and dirty face and wearing brown coarse linen clothes walked in unsteadily.
The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of white film, and his face was full of wrinkles caused by the vicissitudes of life.
He held a green bamboo stick and tapped the ground bit by bit, ignoring the sounds around him.
Most of the people eating in the hall were well-known knights from the right families in the martial arts world. After all, ordinary people without any name or faction were not qualified to enter the Golden Snake Villa. Although these people were from the martial arts world, they were actually no different from the aristocratic families and they all paid attention to appearances and pomp.
Just like what is written in the novels about cultivating immortals, independent cultivators are often looked down upon by famous and upright sects, and the same is true in the martial arts world.
Even the servants in the other village looked embarrassed when they saw the old blind man walk in.
"Look at the mud on his feet, he must have walked up the mountain path, right?" someone pointed.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the old blind man wearing a pair of torn straw sandals covered in mud. He was walking on the smooth and clean wooden floor, leaving footprints with each step.
The manager of the villa came forward. Although his tone was polite, he stopped in front of the old blind man, blocking his way. He smiled and said, "Old sir, this villa is the owner's private courtyard. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please stop."
The old blind man then raised his head, looked at the steward with lifeless eyes, and said slowly: "Please give me a bowl of rice."
Everyone in the hall started talking again.
"He's a beggar!"
"This old blind man is actually climbing a mountain to beg for food? Doesn't he know the way?"
"Hurry up and give him a bowl of rice and send him away!"
The steward nodded slightly and said to the servant beside him, "Go and bring a bowl of rice to the old gentleman."
"Yes." The servant left in a hurry.
The old blind man stopped moving and just stood quietly at the door, like an unconscious wooden sculpture, allowing eyes to stare at him from all directions.
An Jiu lowered his voice and whispered to Ming Yi: "I have seen this old blind man before."
Mingyi continued: "Do you know who he is?"
An Jiu shook his head: "I don't know, I just met him once."
Ming Yi thought about it, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "I have read many novels, and there are always some heroes who are different from ordinary people. Do you think this old blind man is also a mysterious master?"
An Jiu nodded seriously: "It's very likely!"
While the two were discussing this topic, a servant had already arrived at the door carrying a bowl of rice. The food at Golden Snake Villa was quite substantial. There were a few pieces of braised pork on top of the rice, which looked very rich and delicious.
"Here, go out and eat. It's not good to block the road here."
The steward handed the meal to the old blind man.
The old blind man fumbled to take the bowl, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't see. When the steward took his hand back, he shook it away in disgust, as if there was something dirty on the old blind man.
The old blind man said nothing. He turned around and walked out the door with the bowl in his hand. His slightly hunched back looked very lonely against the light.
Ming Yi looked at this scene and said with emotion: "Golden Snake Villa is quite kind. When I was traveling, I saw many beggars kneeling and hurting their knees, but they still couldn't get a meal."
An Jiu silently withdrew his gaze and perfunctorily agreed, "Yes."
What a kind-hearted person.
If they really have good intentions, why would they only give us a bowl and not even a pair of chopsticks? It's just a superficial effort.
An Jiu finished his meal quickly, found an excuse to take a walk and went out, then found the old blind man sitting on the ground under the wall outside the courtyard.
He broke off two twigs from somewhere and used the twigs of varying lengths to scoop up rice into his mouth.
Hearing footsteps, he raised his head from the bowl and turned towards An Jiu.
After a slight pause, he said calmly: "Little girl, long time no see."
An Jiu paused, "Do you recognize me?"
"I remember every mask the old blind man has sold." The old blind man said calmly.
An Jiu didn't ask any more questions. He walked straight to him, squatted down, and put a pair of clean chopsticks between the old man's dry fingers.
The hands were dark and old, with thick, hard calluses all over the fingers, but they were not dirty. Instead, they felt dry and warm to the touch.
During this process, the old man said nothing and just quietly "watched" her movements.
"Why are you here again? Are you still selling masks?"
The old blind man said to himself: "If someone wants to buy a mask, I will sell it."
An Jiu smiled. The old blind man always spoke in a confusing way and she could hardly understand what he said, but it didn’t matter. He had little to do with her anyway.
"Eat this."
She pulled the branch out of his bowl, threw it aside, and stood up to leave.
Before I took two steps, I suddenly heard the old man's low voice behind me.
"You're dying," he said.
An Jiu stopped and turned around, chuckling, "I know."
The old blind man looked up at her. Although his eyes were already blind, An Jiu had a strong feeling of being watched. It was as if he was really looking at her and seeing through her from the inside out.
After a moment, a strange smile flashed across the old blind man's face.
"So that's how it is." He murmured in a low voice, and his fingertips moved rapidly, so fast that an afterimage almost appeared.
An Jiu looked at him silently, and his expression didn't change much when he saw this scene.
In less than half a minute, the old blind man paused, his two pale eyes suddenly turned to An Jiu, and his words were firm.
"Soul from another world."
An Jiu tilted his head, curved his lips and smiled softly, praising: "As expected of you, Master, can you tell that I went home in the end?"
Having figured out her origins, Wuming seemed to suddenly lose interest. He held the new pair of chopsticks and continued to eat.
Hearing her question, Wuming said calmly without even raising his head: "I can only see that you will die."
"You can't see anything else?" Hearing this, An Jiu was a little disappointed.
Wuming snorted coldly and said concisely: "I am not a god."
"All right."
An Jiu is not a person who believes in fate. She believes in herself more, so even if she didn’t figure out whether she would return home in the end, she soon stopped caring.
In any case, she got to know this famous fortune teller.
"Have fun. I'll be leaving first." She waved at him with a smile and walked back briskly.
Seeing her smiling after taking a walk, Mingyi was very curious: "Anjiu, did you find money?"
An Jiu rolled his eyes at him, "You don't understand."
That's the nameless fortune teller! The hero in the book has been looking for someone for most of the book, a super famous but extremely mysterious boss in the underworld.
It is said that he was an astrologer and never missed anything.
All those whose fortunes he tells will eventually become famous figures.
So there is another rumor that only those who will achieve great success in the future will meet Wuming, be guided by Wuming, and eventually achieve great things.
As soon as this rumor spread, not only the martial arts world, but also the court flocked to Wuming. There were countless people who offered thousands of gold coins to ask him to tell their fortunes.
However, Wuming's whereabouts have always been a mystery, and anyone who has seen him is asked not to describe what he looks like.
To this day, people still don’t know Wuming’s real name, or his height, weight or figure.
More than ten years have passed since Wuming last appeared in the world. Now most people believe that the fortune teller Wuming may have died long ago.
In this world, probably only An Jiu knows that the old blind man sitting on the ground eating outside the door is the nameless fortune teller.
In fact, An Jiu recognized the old blind man when he first saw him in the tunnel.
It was just that at that time, the male and female protagonists and the villain were beside her, so she didn't dare to show it. But even if she recognized him, An Jiu would just pretend not to know him.
She would not risk her life to change the plot.
From beginning to end, An Jiu kept his goal in mind.
She wants to conquer Pei Ji, make him fall in love with her, and then go home.
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