This method is not uncommon. Mercenaries often use this method to avoid being captured and betraying their superiors.
But without having to think about it, you know where he came from.
I just didn't expect it to come so soon.
An Mao glanced at Ning Zhihuan and said with some difficulty: "This place has been discovered...why don't we retreat?"
What An Mao said was not wrong. In the past ten years, he would move immediately once he was exposed.
He couldn't even count how many times he had moved, and he didn't want to count anymore. It made no difference left to right.
It used to be the same for him wherever he was.
But now things are a little different.
An Mao felt that Ning Zhihuan was Xiao Yuchi's first true friend, of course, he might not be a friend.
Thinking of Ning Zhihuan's repeated rescues, he couldn't help but think of the Taoist priest who used to tell the young master's fortune.
At that time, they were displaced and hiding from people in Taiwan. They happened to meet a crazy Taoist priest on the road.
His clothes and hat were tattered, and he was holding a tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand.
It still fans itself in winter.
I don’t know how long it has been since I last took a shower, but the smell on my body hits my nose straight.
At that time he thought he was a beggar, so he gave him some money and wanted to send him away, but the old beggar refused to leave.
"Hey young man, where are you going?"
The Taoist priest asked this.
Xiao Yuchi frowned and didn't want to answer, but the last bit of his patience prevented him from letting An Mao throw him out.
But the impatience in his eyes was obvious.
The Taoist pretended not to see and said to himself: "You just came from Beijing, right? Let me calculate..."
He opened and closed his hands, and his right thumb tapped the joints of his other fingers, looking mysterious.
"Oh, you've just been through a war. It looks like there were a lot of casualties. Xiao Yuchi, is that your name?"
Hearing this, An Mao felt that this stinky Taoist priest seemed to have some real skills, so he was not in a hurry to leave.
Xiao Yuchi rarely walked away. He pointed at himself and asked, "Do you know my name?"
The Taoist smiled heartily, stroked his graying beard, and said with considerable pride, "Not only do I know your name, I also know that the person next to you is surnamed An. He must be one of your followers. You are avoiding disaster, a man-made disaster. Am I right?"
An Mao felt a little more respectful. He had heard of Chinese metaphysics for a long time, but had never experienced it personally.
Most of the Taoists I met were fake. They learned a little bit from the Book of Changes and couldn't wait to come out and cheat people.
When telling fortunes, he would just shake his head and say a few obscure words.
Then they would start to make alarmist remarks and ask those people to pay money to avoid disaster.
Everyone is like this Taoist priest.
Therefore, An Mao had a little more respect.
He asked, "Then may I ask, Master, where can we go to escape this disaster?"
The Taoist priest shook his head again, "Don't go to Shanghai, stay in Hongxing Town. His destined daughter is there and can help him turn danger into safety. This child is destined to soar for a few days, but there are too many disasters. He needs the destined daughter to help him resolve them in order to be safe. Go to Hongxing Town..."
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