Tan Muxing didn't bring the clothes with him, so he had to go back to the room to get them. When he went out, two little tails followed him.

Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong followed behind. They were quite curious about this and said, "Let's go visit your studio."

“I’ve never seen a place where clothes are made.”

Tan Muxing was chased and attacked relentlessly, and finally gave up and said, "...Okay."

The three of them walked out of the house, passed through the ancient and secluded corridor, passed by the bamboo bushes with swaying leaves, and headed deep into the courtyard.

Chu Qianli admired the scenery in the courtyard while commenting seriously: "It seems that a courtyard is also possible."

They mostly stayed in the reception hall or the glass tea room with plenty of sunlight, and did not visit other places. The details of the courtyard were very exquisite, and I guess Feng Shui design was taken into account when it was built.

The sky was slightly blue, and the continuous layer of clouds was like a rolling shaft, covering the sky near Qianshan Mountain.

Inside the house, the old Taoist looked out at the clouds with lines on them. He stood by the window and sighed, saying, "It's going to rain."

"Master, please sit for a while. I'll have to go up Qianshan to see you next time. It's hard for my old arms and legs." Tan Qiyu sat at the table and made tea. He poured the hot water skillfully and watched the tea set change color in the steam.

Taoist Master Xu Qian sat back at the table. He looked at the clear tea in the cup and said lightly, "If you really don't want to go up the mountain, then wait two or three years. We can meet again then."

"Two or three years is not a short time." Tan Qiyu said in surprise, "Why do you want to shut yourself up? Didn't you go out to perform rituals before?"

"The straight tree should be felled first, the perfect jade should be doubted, and one should know when to stop and retreat, so as to calm his mind." Taoist Master Xu Qian said with a smile, "A year from now will be an important turning point for my fellow Taoists. At that time, there will be a Taoist conference that is rare in a century."

"Then you shouldn't shut yourself in? You should go out more often."

Taoist Master Xu Qian shook his head and said warmly, "This is just like what I advised you to do when you first started. The destiny of heaven is that when it reaches its peak, it will reverse, and when it prospers, it will decline. If the Qian Sect cannot have two people leave the mountain, it will be like a blazing fire, and the end is near."

The fact that a business can survive for a hundred years without collapsing is also a result of following the laws of nature. Anything that reaches its peak will inevitably decline. If you want to last long, you must know when to advance and when to retreat, and avoid the sharp edge. Sometimes, maintaining a business is even more difficult than starting one.

Tan Qiyu asked doubtfully, "Can't two people come out?"

Taoist Master Xu Qian nodded: "Yes, my training has ended. Someone will come forward on behalf of Qianmen. This is no longer my era."

"Now that I think about it, I still miss Chu Yilie, Mei Manling, and Yetang Jushi..." Taoist Master Xu Qian laughed, "We were all very hardworking back then!"

Tan Qiyu sighed: "The name sounds familiar, but I haven't seen it in many years."

"From now on, it will be the kids who will conquer the world, and we old people will have no role to play."

As they drank tea, Do-chan Sukan and Yu Naoki talked about old times. The memories of many years ago came alive with these names, like the rolling tide, bringing back the joy of their youth.

When the tea had lost its flavor, Taoist Master Xu Qian stood up to say goodbye, and Tan Qiyu hurried to see him off.

The two walked to the corridor and wanted to go up the mountain through the path, but they saw three people not far away.

Taoist Master Xu Qian stopped and took a closer look, then asked tentatively, "Is that the Evening Star?"

"It really is a star." Tan Qiyu was stunned, and blurted out, "...Why did you get up here?"

Tan Qiyu said that Master Suqian visited recently, so Tan Muxing usually won't come again.

Taoist Master Xu Qian smiled bitterly: "He still blames me."

Tan Qiyu hurriedly said, "No, no, Xingxing is just not interested in these things. Last time, she told me that she had never been angry with the Taoist priest!"

Taoist Master Xu Qian: "This is the karma on my back. It is right for him to blame me. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, I said it and he heard it, so it is my karma."

"The Taoist priest had good intentions at the time."

"Man may make a thousand plans, but Heaven has only one plan. Good or bad is not something that can be decided casually by man. Otherwise, how can it be said that the more you plan, the less you understand?" Taoist Master Xu Qian was helpless. "After all the calculations, I only know one thing, that is, humans are really insignificant. After all, they are just mayflies in the universe."

Two old men stood on the steps. Neither of them called out to Tan Muxing. They just watched the three of them leave chatting and laughing.

Tan Muxing took the two of them to look at clothes. Chu Qianli followed behind them, jumping and skipping, turning her head from time to time to communicate with Qiu Qingkong.

The breeze rustled the bamboo leaves. The faces of the young men were filled with carefreeness. I could hear their chimes without getting close, and imagine the pure smiles on their faces.

A bamboo leaf swirled away from Taoist Master Xu Gan's eyes, and was blown by the strong wind and hung on his shoulder.

When an action occurs, you can ask for divination.

Taoist Master Xu Qian stared at Chu Qianli. His mind moved slightly, and he suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked, "Is that Mu Xing's friend?"

"Classmates who are visiting my home."

Taoist Master Xu Qian's eyes deepened slightly. He took the bamboo leaves off his shoulder and let out a soft sigh.

"Why are you sighing, Taoist priest?"

"It is a sign of early death."

Dying before adulthood is called premature death. If you have this fate, it is difficult for you to live beyond the age of twenty.

Inside the studio, Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong looked at the clothes on the stage. They were both amazed and circled around the dresses.

The classic style stand-up collar, slightly narrowed court cuffs, and delicate and intricate skirt. The upper body is made of a soft silk-like material that shimmers subtly under the light, while the skirt is as dark as the night sky, with a waist-hugging design where it connects to the upper body.

The design looks quite complicated, but due to the elegant color matching, it does not look exaggerated when worn.

"Is this light gray? Or light purple?" Chu Qianli touched the fabric of the shirt. She carefully identified the low-saturation color and exclaimed, "It really looks like the kind of clothes Zhishi would make."

"Is this considered a three-pronged Lolita dress? But it feels like it can be worn on a daily basis?" Qiu Qingkong said in surprise, "I wanted to say last time, you always make this kind of thing."

The gloves that Tan Muxing made last time were like Gothic accessories, not warm woolen gloves at all.

Tan Muxing explained tangledly: "It's mainly because I used to do the same thing, so I said don't take it."

Chu Qianli had seen the clothes that Tan Muxing made for dolls, and they were basically beautiful and complicated dresses. Of course, he would not make casual clothes for dolls, so the various designs he made were naturally not everyday.

Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong were circling around the skirt. They touched and looked at it left and right, studying the material of the clothes and chattering about it.

He was a little embarrassed when talking about the design of Mu Xing, and said with difficulty: "If you think it doesn't suit your style, it's okay if you don't take it."

The two were still exploring the dress. Qiu Qingkong looked at the stage, pulled Chu Qianli over, and thought, "It does seem a little inappropriate."

Tan Muxing: "Yes, she doesn't usually wear this kind of clothes. I don't know how to design daily clothes yet. Let's buy something different this year, and then next year..."

Chu Qianli asked in confusion: "Is it inappropriate? My usual clothes are bought by my mother. I have never worn anything like this before."

Qiu Qingkong stretched out his hand and gestured: "I mean the size is not right, it seems a little too big!"

"It's true." Chu Qianli stood behind the dress, overlapping the stage. "It's indeed a bit big. Should we ask him to modify it?"

Qiu Qingkong looked around, took out a tape measure from the side, waved to Chu Qianli and said, "Teacher, come here, I will measure you."

The two of them suddenly became busy in the studio. Qiu Qingkong used a tape measure to measure Chu Qianli's shoulder width and other data, and wrote it down on a piece of paper next to him.

Tan Muxing was unable to get a word in during the entire conversation. He stood there stiffly, reminding weakly, "Wait, this is actually my studio..."

After Chu Qianli and Qiu Qingkong entered the house, they occupied the place in a swaggering manner, showing the ease of strolling in their own home.

After they had arranged the items in the house, they asked Tan Muxing to adjust the size, and they also expressed their sour feelings.

Chu Qianli looked at the mannequin in the corner and saw the buttons stored in the cabinet. She was surprised and said, "How can a rich family have a room to make clothes?"

Qiu Qingkong: "If we have a special room for making clothes, then do you have a special room for growing rice?"

"There is no room specifically for growing rice..." Tan Muxing whispered, "Rice is grown in the fields. This place is not suitable for growing rice, but there is a watermelon field behind the yard."

Chu Qianli patted Qiu Qingkong on the shoulder and consoled him, "You were careless. You are being shown off again. I don't have to farm, but I have plenty of watermelon fields!"

Qiu Qingkong said angrily, "I'm not jealous of having a watermelon field. How can my family, who works in the media industry, be short of watermelons?"

Tan Muxing: "... this melon is not that melon."

The three of them chatted for a long time in the studio. When they heard that there was going to be a thunderstorm soon, they hurriedly prepared to take a bus back home.

Qiu Qingkong left in the first car, and Chu Qianli left in the second car.

Chu Qianli was eating and drinking in the compound today. She was holding a pink gift box in one hand and a wooden jewelry box in the other. She turned around and looked at Tan Muxing who had sent her home, and said with a smile, "I won't say thank you to you today."

Tan Muxing was confused when he heard this, and he answered subconsciously: "Ah, no need..."

Chu Qianli shook her head. She got into the car and looked at him through the window. Her tone was quite cheerful: "Wait for you to alter the skirt and give it to me. Then I will come to claim the reward!"

Tan Muxing said helplessly: "Don't you like gold more? The skirt is not as valuable as gold."

"I do like things that are valuable, but to me, it doesn't matter whether they are valuable or not." Chu Qianli tilted her head and said, "You made the skirt."

"You prefer making skirts to gold, that's enough."

Tan Muxing was stunned.

Chu Qianli waved goodbye to him and slowly withdrew her hand from the car window. The car carrying her started and disappeared at the end of the road.

Tan Muxing watched her leave, he chuckled, and returned to the yard.

The rain in the suburbs came very quickly. The sky was covered with dark clouds, like rolling black waves, and in an instant, it pressed down gloomily.

Tan Muxing put away the things in the glass tea room. He decided to return to the studio before the rain and spend the next period of time concentrating on altering the dress.

The ancient corridor connected all parts of the compound. There was a drizzle in the compound at first, and then the raindrops became heavier and heavier, hitting the roof with a crackling sound, and then the rain curtains were rustling.

The bamboo groves were hit hard by the heavy rain, but they stood upright in the rainstorm.

Tan Muxing was walking through the corridor alone when he saw a familiar Taoist robe at the end. He suddenly felt like he was dreaming back to his childhood.

"Hello, Taoist Priest." Tan Muxing met an acquaintance. He looked away nervously, but finally stopped and greeted him.

Taoist Master Xu Qian smiled and said, "Muxing, long time no see. I have something to tell you."

The pale lightning split the sky, instantly causing Tan Muxing to squint his eyes.

He watched the old Taoist's lips move slightly, then a look of panic appeared on his face, followed by a loud thunder.

His ears were numb from the shock, and he wasn't sure whether it was from the thunder or from what the Taoist priest had said.

"What did you say?"

"Your friend is destined to die young. People have both innate fate and acquired luck." Taoist Master Xu Qian said with regret, "She has great talent, but as the saying goes, a person who is extremely intelligent will eventually die, and even poverty cannot save him."

Tan Muxing was confused at this moment. He was rarely provoked to anger, and subconsciously argued: "Impossible..."

"Her level is not lower than that of the poor. I'm afraid she knew about this a long time ago." Taoist Master Xu Qian showed regret. "Even if she knew, she couldn't hide."

Once people know the news in advance, hints will follow.

Because Chu Qianli's talent far surpasses that of others, she knows best what the result will be, and she can't even deceive herself. No one can outsmart her, but she can't outsmart the heavens.

Tan Muxing just felt dizzy. Many details that he had doubted about were now like sand at the bottom of the river being washed up by the heavy rain.

[Is a diploma useful?]

[I can handle a thousand or ten thousand life and death hexagrams, no problem. Otherwise, why would I tell you that I am the best in the world?]

[Magic may not be a good thing.]

No wonder she said there was nothing to be happy about on her birthday. What was she feeling when she said that?

She is the world's number one astrologer, but also the world's number one liar.

Taoist Master Xu Qian said slowly to the distraught Tan Muxing, "If she had lived in a Taoist temple since birth and used other means to control it, she might be able to break this fate, but she would still not be able to escape the five disadvantages and three shortcomings."

"The law of nature is clear, cause and effect are cyclical, there is gain and loss." Taoist Master Xu Qian sighed and advised, "Muxing, don't contact her anymore."

"…Why?"

"I can't save her, you can't save her, and she doesn't even know how to save herself." Taoist Master Xu Qian hesitated, "You are a kind-hearted child. I can't bear to see you..."

Tan Muxing was enlightened when he heard this. If he continued to stay with her, the only outcome would be to watch her disappear.

Tan Muxing trembled and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Only two or three years left."

Tan Muxing remained silent, but his fingers were shaking.

"Poverty knows what you are thinking. Your meeting with her is the beginning of a turning point, but also the source of suffering. If you hadn't met her, your life would be peaceful and smooth. You may not have achieved great success, but you would definitely have no worries about food and clothing. But if you insist on staying with her, you will suffer more in the future."

"You will have different fortunes, but also countless difficult moments, and perhaps no results."

"It's painful enough now, won't there be more in the future?" Tan Muxing laughed at himself miserably. He shook his head and said, "I never thought about the consequences."

He has always been resigned to his fate and gone with the flow, always thinking that it is better to grasp the present moment and never thinking about the future.

Tan Muxing smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I'm sorry, I really still don't like these. Even if this is what she is best at, I still can't like it..."

"You said her level is not lower than yours, right? So I don't believe your words, I don't believe a word, I only believe what she said."

Taoist Master Xu Qian was silent for a moment. He was not angry, but said calmly: "Muxing, I cannot make a decision for you, but if you continue, you may have to use things you dislike."

Tan Muxing stood there in a daze.

"The poverty of the Taoism has caused a big mistake, which is to let you hear this back then. Three generations of generals are taboos for Taoists." Taoist Master Xu Qian pondered for a long time and explained, "This does not mean that all killing is wrong, but that everything is too much or too little. If you are a general for generations, sooner or later you will cause a big disaster, just like your friend."

"If the killing you have done brings good results, then perhaps the two will cancel each other out. If you were truly an unforgivable evildoer, you would not have been born a negotiator. But time and again, there will always be a time when you can no longer control yourself. What you can do is to stop before the peak and retract your edge, so that you can preserve your strength."

Life and death are complex karma. Just because Tan Muxing gets good results in this life doesn't mean he will be like this in every life. If it keeps accumulating, it will become a hidden thunderbolt, and sooner or later it will be detonated by the heaven.

What Taoist Master Xu Qian did not reveal was that Tan Muxing might have wiped out the fortune teller.

Those who know destiny can guide others, but they can also lead people astray. Everything has two sides. Good and bad are not determined by people, but by the laws of nature.

"You have indeed been less aggressive in recent years, and even went too far, causing your family to worry about your health." Taoist Master Xu Qian apologized, "This is the fault of poverty. It is the karma created by poverty."

Tan Muxing rejected his innate strength too much and forcibly suppressed it, which naturally manifested itself in his body size.

"If you insist on accompanying her, this power may be able to protect her from disaster, but you still cannot change her fate. If there is really a way to survive, she can only rely on herself."

Taoist Master Xu Qian said in a deep voice: "In a year, there will be a rare pandao meeting. You may meet a master who is more capable than the poor Taoist. You may want to go and take a look. Maybe you will be lucky."

Tan Muxing asked hurriedly: "But how do we get there?"

"Don't worry, when the time is right, she will know it naturally." Taoist Master Xu Qian smiled and said, "It was the same when the poor Taoist was young."

Tan Muxing seemed to understand, but not quite. He thanked Taoist Xu Qian and said goodbye to him politely.

"You're welcome. I owe you this."

Tan Muxing wanted to explain, but the old Taoist just smiled and left.

The heavy rain was still falling. Taoist Master Xu Qian, holding an umbrella in one hand, disappeared into the rain curtain and was never seen again.

Tan Muxing returned to the studio. When he saw the dress on the stage, he couldn't help but bow.

Outside the window, raindrops fell heavily, hitting the doors and windows of the courtyard.

Warm tears dripped onto the ground.

Tan Muxing used to think that if you don't fight, there will be no conflicts, and if you don't fight, there will be no disputes. He didn't dare to expect too much, and always thought that it was enough to hold on to the happiness at the moment.

She will have a colorful future. Maybe she will still be in touch with him, or maybe she will meet someone better and slowly drift away from him.

He would be a little sad, but not regretful, at least she was still living a good life.

But life is so bitter and it is so difficult to be happy.

If you want to hold on to everything you have, you must do your best and you have no choice but to fight.

He now thoroughly understands the Fool card.

The optimistic fool is walking towards a cliff, but he does not know that he is on the edge of danger. That is the real world.

A few days later, Chu Qianli received a call from Tan Muxing. The two agreed to meet outside, and she received her new dress.

Tan Muxing couldn't help but smile when he saw her eyes shining. But he suddenly remembered something and became inexplicably sad.

He looked away concealingly, quickly adjusted his mood, and looked normal again.

Chu Qianli couldn't let go of the clothes and fiddled with them. She looked very excited and surprised. She carefully put them back into the dust bag and praised, "Not bad. I didn't expect it to be so fast. I can take it back to the village."

Tan Muxing was surprised and asked, "You're going back to the village so soon? Will your family go with you?"

"I don't need them to accompany me. I can go by myself, and it won't take me too long." Chu Qianli raised his chin proudly, "I'm already an adult."

Tan Muxing was actually an adult earlier than her, but he was inexplicably heartbroken when he heard this. He didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he said hesitantly, "...How about I go with you?"

Chu Qianli was stunned: "Why?"

Tan Muxing stuttered, "Support the local tourism industry?"

“There is no tourism industry in our village.”

Tan Muxing confessed: "It's a bit dangerous for you to go alone, or you should ask your parents to come..."

Tan Muxing now always feels that Chu Qianli's future is full of difficulties, and social news can't help but emerge in his mind.

Chu Qianli saw through his thoughts, and she shouted in dissatisfaction: "Our village is not that kind of village! You city people always wear tinted glasses. Now the countryside is rich and developed. Don't always have stereotypes. It is still an advanced and civilized village!"

Tan Muxing asked hesitantly, "What do you usually eat in the village?"

Chu Qianli thought for a moment and recalled: "Boiled cabbage, boiled eggs, boiled porridge?"

Tan Muxing became even more suspicious and asked in confusion: "...abundant resources?"

"That's because my grandfather and I were lazy. It has nothing to do with the village!" Chu Qianli was outwitted. She argued anxiously, "Other people are good at cooking. It's just that the resources are abundant. Even the stars are brighter. It's better than in the city!"

Seeing that she was so proud of the village, Tan Muxing didn't want to argue any more and nodded in a good-natured manner, "Yeah."

Chu Qianli was perfunctorily treated: "..."

She felt very ashamed. She had never thought that her laziness would bring discredit to the village. She said angrily, "No, you must go. I will take the young master from the city to see that the starry sky in the village is no worse than that in your courtyard. We can also eat some local specialties..."

Upon hearing this, Tan Muxing asked what the local specialties were, but Chu Qianli couldn't tell him.

"Don't ask too many questions, you'll get it when you get there!" Chu Qianli said anxiously, "Don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm editing it, I'm editing it."

“…”

According to Tan Muxing's usual understanding of Chu Qianli, he was a little afraid of the first meal in the village, the specialty dish served was called "Boiled Stars".