Zongwu: My Proficiency Panel

Chapter 203 The Man With Phoenix Blood
"Mr. Nan Xian, can you do the math for me?"

Hearing this, Nan Xian looked at the person who spoke, then turned to Li Jin'er with a smile and said, "Yes, it's not funny to say that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived and miss it in person. This person has great luck, and he can just help you out of disasters. "

"If he encounters an accident because he blocked the disaster for me, I can't." Li Jin'er was thinking like this, but Ning Xiu had already stepped forward.

"Mr. Nanxian, I have admired your name for a long time."

"This son, I have admired him for a long time. I have traveled all over the world. When I returned to Yangzhou this year, I met the person who donated the book and also met the person who was destined for her. It is really wonderful." Nan Xian stroked his beard and continued, "My lord, no one can count your fate. Your fate is determined by the sky, but it varies from person to person. Most people in this world are the former, but your lord is different. Your fate can only be chosen by you."

"Oh?"

Ning Xiu was surprised, and asked again, "Back then, an old Taoist once looked at the bones for me, and said that I was the fate of the emperor and general. I was half-believed, so I would like to ask Mr. to do the calculations for me."

When others meet Nan Xian, they may only think that he is a scholar who knows fortune telling and storytelling, or some hermit expert, but Ning Xiu is really familiar with Nan Xian.

Nanxian and Beichou are not only extremely high in martial arts, but also two masters who know most of the secrets in the world. If you want to know some confidential information, you must recruit them.

"The heavenly secrets must not be leaked. Besides, your fate is different. It is only in your own hands. How can others interfere?"

It's just that Nanxian didn't want to reveal too much, and he wasted enough time, so Ning Xiu and Li Jin'er said goodbye to Nanxian.

Seeing that Mr. Nan Xian was unwilling to talk more, Li Jiner didn't even ask about "The Legend of Condor Heroes".

After the two left, Nan Xian went to the nearest stall, arranged all the things, and began to tell fortunes.

Storytellers must be invited to go, as I said a few days ago, today's fortune-telling.

"Hey, your brows are full of dead energy, and you have a secret disease in your body. In the past, you seemed to be no different from ordinary people, but now the secret disease is about to break out. It's difficult, difficult..."

In front of a fortune-telling booth surrounded by many people, Mr. Nan Xian was looking at the fortune teller, predicting good or bad luck.

The tea stall was full of seats, and when one person left his seat, another person took the opportunity to rush in, only to hear a man rushing up to him and hurriedly asked, "Sir, let's see, when can I get rich!"

Nan Xian took a look at him, these days he has seen too many people like this, the world is impermanent, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, and most of the inquiries he asks come from wealth and fame, the so-called "the world is prosperous, all come for profit. , are all for profit", even if fortune-telling seeks the illusory fate, it is willing to seek fame and fortune.

He said softly: "You buy a piece of land, plow it in spring and autumn, work at sunrise, and rest at sunset. In this way, you will be rich enough."

"Ah? I still have to continue farming. Our family has been farming for several generations and we haven't seen a rich man. I think you are just entertaining me and paying me back!"

Hearing this, the fellow immediately glared his eyes, furious, and rolled up his sleeves while speaking, wanting to make a fuss.

The people surrounding him all turned pale in shock, and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't be upset, sir, this person is stupid and ignorant, we will make amends for you on his behalf."

"No need, let's go away, the stall will be closed today."

Nan Xian said, but raised his eyes to look at a person wearing a mysterious ice mask in the crowd.

In an instant, the sky seemed to have dimmed, and suddenly there was no sound, the whole world was silent for an instant, not a single sound was heard, even the footsteps of the departing pedestrians and the hawking on the street disappeared.

No, there is sound.

"Interesting, it's really interesting! You can tell fortunes, can you do the math for me?"

A somewhat cynical, strange laugh with three points of surprise, three points of surprise, and four points of curiosity suddenly sounded from behind Nan Xian.

Nan Xian turned his head to look back, and suddenly saw the figure in front of him flashing in his eyes, a figure, as fast as a gust of wind, fluttering, has arrived in front of him, the two are no more than three inches apart, facing each other, their eyes staring at each other.

The man behaved erratically, with a strange grin on his mouth, but his feet were tossing and turning, like an ape playing around Nan Xian.

Looking at the appearance of this person again, he was wearing a tight gray robe, and his clothes were ordinary, but on his face was a weird black ice mask, and his hair was messed up, like a lunatic.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked directly at the copper coins on the table.

"Interesting, interesting, how about you use this copper coin to tell my fortune?"

He jumped up and down and danced again, as if he had seen something interesting.

"I don't know what you want to count? Future, fate, or fortune?"

Nan Xian said with a light smile unhurriedly.

"Wrong, calculate Yuanshou for me. If you are right, I will give you great benefits. If you are wrong... I will smash your fortune-telling business. How?"

"...Then please tell me the date of birth of the old man."

"In the year of Wuyin, Ding Siyue..." The strange man told Nan Xian calmly.

"Okay, old man, let's calculate Your Excellency Yuanshou."

After Nanxian finished speaking, he began to count. His eyes suddenly changed, and his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had encountered some terrible existence. Before the situation moved, his right hand was lifted quickly, his five fingers moved rapidly, and his eyelids trembled. He muttered something in his mouth, as if in a daze, and counted with his fingertips.

until.

"No! This is clearly the appearance of a dead person! No, no, no... I'll do the math again..."

Sweat broke out on Nanxian's forehead, and he picked up the copper coin to deduce the hexagram of King Wen. He was already surprised when he looked at the hexagram, but when he looked up at the strange man, his surface was still calm, but his heart was surging, "You! This is clearly the birth date of the dead. , Your Excellency came here to amuse the old man?"

"Those mortals ask your servant to tell your fortune, and even tell you to be a god, but you have some real skills." The strange man rarely looked at Nan Xian, and then said leisurely: ""Zhuangzi. The Great Master" has a saying: the ancient real man, his bed Without dreams, one feels no worries, one eats unwillingly, one breathes deeply. A true person does not show his appearance, the golden core has been formed, and one’s life is in one’s hands. How can one predict the birth, old age, sickness and death of a real person with mere horoscopes and hexagrams on birth dates?”

Nan Xian seemed to see something when he heard the words, and said: "Your Excellency, you mean that you have become a real person?"

The strange man let out a strange giggle, shook his head and looked at Nanxian again, and continued: "Real person? I am a god, no, I am the sky, I am the omnipotent sky! The one who is in charge of everything in the world and all the people in the world." sky!"

Seeing the behavior of the person in front of him, Nan Xian suddenly felt quite strange. All beings in this world are different, and some people pretended to be crazy and said that they were the son-in-law of the Jade Emperor to escape from prison, while others said that they were a certain A fairy reincarnated with great supernatural powers.Nanxian has seen this kind of thing a lot, and he can tell at a glance that it is all fake.

But the person in front of him is hard to say.

"Then don't you believe in fate? There are gods standing three feet above your head, and the sky is watching what people are doing. Your Excellency is so arrogant, are you really afraid of angering God?"

he asks.

After hearing this, the weirdo laughed, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Fate? Do you want me to believe in fate? Have you forgotten that I am the sky, how could the sky punish me and believe in me? It should be others who believe in me!"

"If you don't believe in fate, why do you come here for fortune-telling? If you think of yourself as heaven, why do you ask for the secret of heaven?"

Nan Xian asked again.

"Secret? Destiny?"

The strange man slowly raised his head, glanced at the blue sky, and then smiled "puchi", as if he had heard some funny joke.

"You believe it? A joke."

"If you don't believe in heaven's secrets, how can you come to me?"

"That's wrong, does it have anything to do with whether you believe it or not? I know the secrets, but I don't believe in the secrets. What I do or don't do, I follow my heart!"

The man had turned around while he was speaking, his head was full of white hair, half of it fell over his shoulders, and half of it fell behind him. There was also a face, a face covered with ice, the ice surface was as clear as crystal, but no facial features could be seen. There are eyes exposed, calm as water, indifferent and vast, like the cloudless sky, like the ancient well without waves for thousands of years, deep and unpredictable.

Seeing that Nanxian didn't show a surprised expression, the weirdo let out a "huh".

"Forget about fortune-telling, it's time to do business. Your face is of some use to God, give it to me!"

As soon as he finished his words, his steps flickered while he was laughing, and he appeared in front of Nan Xian as if shrinking into an inch, his right hand grabbed Nan Xian's face at the same time, and he shot like a ghost.

But he was quick, but Nanxian barely blocked the first blow.

"People need face and trees need skin. How can people live without face?"

But listen to a chuckle.

Nan Xian didn't see any movement, he didn't step forward, didn't shake his shoulders, and didn't even move his body, but his whole body suddenly seemed to be lifted up by a strange force, and he disappeared in an instant, but the next second the others Appeared again, standing still not far away.

Surprise and suspicion reappeared in the strange population.

"What kung fu? It's fun!"

His figure flickered, and he approached again impressively, but just like before, he lowered his hands, and saw that this person was clearly in front of him, but the next moment, the other person suddenly appeared not far away, as if he was traveling through emptiness, moving and changing.

"Interesting, interesting!"

Seeing this, the weirdo didn't give up, but became even more interested, he saw that he was running fast, and seeing that he was approaching Nan Xian, he suddenly opened his mouth and vomited.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Several ice soul flying needles blurted out in an instant, and went straight to Guixian's chest.

It’s okay if you don’t make a move, but after making a move, the strange man’s eyes froze behind the ice, the person in front of him still didn’t move, but the ice needle flew down, only a few feet in front of the person, and it melted instantly.

He looked at Nam Hyun, and Nam Hyun looked at him, just listening.

"Hehe, why is your honor being so aggressive? It's not that I'm stingy. It's just that this skin is a gift from heaven and earth. It was born from your parents. How can I give it to you? Are you right, old monster of a thousand years?"

Nanxian's words were polite and reasonable, and nothing unusual could be found, except for the last two sentences, especially the last four words, the laughing voice of the Ice Man suddenly stopped, and his dancing movements also froze. It's like a different person, the eyes suddenly become cold, not only the eyes are cold, but the heart is also cold.

It was as cold as an iceman, and every inch of his body seemed to be exuding a monstrous cold air, which chilled the liver and lungs, soaked into the bone marrow, and the cold person couldn't help shivering.

Unfortunately, he saw that the person in front of him was still unmoved.

Looking at it again, Nan Xian had already wrapped a few copper coins and drifted away towards the distance.

"who are you?"

Hearing a low drink at first.

The weird man Nan Xian called "a thousand-year-old monster" stretched out his hands suddenly, and his figure suddenly changed, but he stayed where he was, and turned into dozens of identical figures out of thin air. In an instant, those figures moved one after another, like They are all living people, and they move around and chase after each other, changing again and again, and the streets are full of weird figures for a while.

But the strange thing is that the two sides are coming and going, and the pedestrians on the street don't seem to see anything, hear nothing, and don't move.

"Your Excellency, you don't need to chase anymore! This leader Xiao Yao is still alive."

Nan Xian smiled lightly, his feet moved faster, and the afterimage was gone, but he spit out his name.

The strange man's eyes changed slightly.

"Xiao Yao Wuji?"

As he spoke, his figure couldn't help but pause.

Just blink.

Waiting to look again, on the high mountain in the distance, there is a person standing quietly on the top of the mountain, but he is already at the foot of the mountain. Although the two sides are so far apart that it is difficult to see with the naked eye, they still stamp each other's feet and look at each other with eyes that seem to be transparent. After passing the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and fog, it flew thousands of feet in an instant.

"Ah! How is he still alive... Broken Void, Broken Void! How is it possible?!"

"No, I have to go first."

He muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changed again, and in a flash, he turned around like a small, honest farmer, and ran away in a hurry.

……

The residence of the Sichuan opera troupe is not far from the river, a hundred steps away, there is a wide alley that runs from north to south, named Pingde Lane.

The people living inside are mostly at the bottom of the market, and there are many vendors on both sides, selling chickens and ducks, killing dogs, selling tea, selling wontons, and selling noodles. It is very lively.

People who sing songs, even if they become horns and are held by others, they are also low-level existences in this rivers and lakes. If the nobles admire them, they will be happy, but if no one appreciates them, they will not even be able to earn a living. superior.

So the theater troupe didn't pay much attention to anything, so they rented a cheap yard to live in temporarily, and asked around for a big family to hold a banquet, so they went to perform.

After waking up early to practice her voice, Liang Sulan went to buy some things, carrying a jug of wine for the team, and bought a roast chicken, the child was greedy, and walked slowly through the alley with it.

It was raining in spring, but somehow it started to change.

The rain is getting heavier and denser.

The vendors on the street closed their stalls in a panic and fled in the rain. Liang Sulan walked alone with an umbrella and walked slowly through the crowd.

When you return to the gate of the yard.

There was already a person standing there, as if he had been waiting for a long time, the rain was heavy, and occasionally a few drops drifted away but did not wet the person's clothes, obviously he was an extraordinary expert.

And this person is Li Jiner's bodyguard, Ah Da.

Putting away the umbrella, Liang Sulan cupped her fists and said with a smile:
"My lord, what is your business?"

Ah Da flashed a bird sign, took out a money bag and said: "My young master wants to listen to the opera, and there will be people waiting in Jinghua Alley tomorrow."

"Since the uncle appreciates the face, Liang will naturally be there whenever he is called."

Liang Sulan was secretly startled, and when she wanted to ask something, Ah Da had long since disappeared, leaving only the bag of money.

He suddenly thought of something, hurriedly pushed open the door, and found that there was no abnormality among the people in the team. Only then did he realize that the Jiang Hu guy just now knew that he was going out, and had been waiting for him outside, without even taking a step through the door.

And the tone does not have much emotion, and he does things simply and neatly.

Such behavior is not like ordinary people, and it is more common in those dead men.

"Boss Liang, what's the matter? Didn't you get wet?"

"No, we're here for business, and we're all ready to make a good show tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)