Beauty's Devil Guard

Xiao Yi thinks of the ruined old man on the mountain, and he has heard about Li Taibai since he went down the mountain. For a moment, Xiao Yi was still in a daze. He just asked, "I haven't seen the master for a long time. I don't know where the master is and what he is doing?"

the old Taoist took a big sip of Erguotou, and then quickly pinched his fingers and calculated.

Xiao Yi sat quietly and waited. Invisibly, I once again observed this old Taoist who is immortal. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, it looks so normal.

It's like an expert down the mountain, wandering the world with laughter. Compared with those fortune tellers on the street, their temperament is quite different.

However, I ran into him in such a small shop. It's hard for Xiao Yi to understand.

After some deduction, Lao Dao's face was as white as snow. Finally, he shook his head and gasped. It can be seen that Lao Dao will make the whole body very uncomfortable.

"How?" Xiao Yi is still calm, looking at Lao Dao, opening to ask: "if really not, then just."

Lao Dao shook his head now, and after the evolution of these heavenly secrets. All over the body, there was a cold sweat. He raised the table in front of him with his hand and said in a low voice, "pour me a glass of wine."

Xiao Yi poured a cup of Erguotou for Lao Dao and handed it to him.

Lao Dao is like a drunkard now. He drinks the Erguotou once again.

So straight Leng Leng rest for a moment, Lao Dao just raised his head. After recovering a little, he spoke slowly and said, "Taibai is really a man of God, eavesdropping on his secret. Sure enough, if I hadn't stopped in time, I'm afraid I would have died by this time. "

"Er..." Listening to the old Taoist's reply, Xiao Yi opened his mouth in surprise and blurted out: "is it so serious?"

at this time, the old Taoist took a long breath. Finally, he said in a low voice: "forget it, don't talk about it. Don't you want to know where your master is and what he's doing? I've figured out some mysteries that I can tell you. "

"Well, thank you very much, Lao Dao." Xiao Yi is all ears and looks forward to it.

Lao Dao poured himself another cup of Erguotou. After drinking it, he said, "your master is too white. I don't know where it is. But I can tell you. Your master is on the battlefield outside the sky to deal with foreign demons. In this world, there are days outside and people outside. The universe is vast. We are just a drop in the ocean, tiny as ants. The mystery of living beings is hard to capture. The planet we live on is in danger of other creatures invading at any time, which needs us to protect together. Your master is doing it. "

"The battlefield outside the sky, the evil devil outside the territory?" Xiao Yi was stunned at this moment, and the whole person was in a daze. These two nouns sound confused

"yes." The old Taoist sighed and continued: "if you can't understand these things, you don't need to understand them. I only know a little bit about it, and I can't see the whole world. Some things, you need to go to that step can see. Life is like a walk in the fog. Take your time, young man. You have a long way to go. You'll know what's going on. "

Xiao Yi looked at the old Taoist with a heavy heart, and immediately shook his head. He didn't force him to ask. On the contrary, for Lao Dao's life, it was like a walk in the fog, and produced some insights. Vaguely remember, once blue Mei son and oneself said similar words.

However, now lanmei'er has disappeared in her own life. I don't know when I can meet her.

"Well, you have one last question. Ask it quickly." Lao Dao looked at Xiao Yi and said in a low voice, "I'm a little tired now. I want to have a rest. Please take the time to ask."

Xiao Yi can already hear the tired voice of Lao Dao.

Right now, I don't want to correct myself. I really have a lot of questions to ask. At this moment, if you can ask one more question, you will realize more.

"Well, the last three questions I want to ask are about myself." After a moment, Mr. Xiao Tianyi thought, "I can do it. Well, I'd like to ask Lao Dao to help me figure out what I will do in the future and where I will go? "

two simple questions, but Lao Dao suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Yi in amazement.

"That's a sharp question, young man." Looking at Xiao Yi, Lao Dao began to sigh: "in this world, where do countless people come from? What do I come for? Where do I go at last?"

"er..." Xiao Yi looked at Lao Dao's embarrassed face and said with a smile, "I think the old man is very metaphysical. I want to ask him to take a look at the future for me. Just try your best. Don't be too embarrassed. If you can get a little, you can get a little. Don't force it. "

The Taoist priest smiles a little and looks better. Now he says firmly: "I promise you, I'll help you figure out three problems. So, of course, there are three problems. Now, this is your third question. You have to ask the future. Then, I will do my best. However, this is the future of human beings. We should be more accurate. Well, I need to look at your face, palms, and the eight characters of your birthdayXiao Yi's face is like water, motionless like a mountain, sitting at the table. He stretched out his hand, opened his mouth and said calmly, "old man, just watch."

Lao Dao picked up Xiao Yi's palm and began to take a close look. Every thread and texture, the old Taoist read and chanted.

After seeing Xiao Yi's palms, Lao Dao carefully watched Xiao Yi's face again.

Finally, he asked, "by the way, tell me your birthday."

At this moment, Xiao Yi remembers that her master once told her birthday. Since she went down the mountain, she has been forgetting it. Xiao Yi didn't take birthdays and anniversaries seriously.

Now, looking back carefully, I told Lao Dao his birthday. I don't know whether or not I should have asked my mother Ding Yiran.

After hearing Xiao Yi's birthday, Lao Dao began to count it by pinching his fingers.

With the passage of time, Lao Dao's voice became louder and faster. At first, it was like the sound of light rain. Later, it was like a torrential rain, beating on the eaves.

Now Xiao Yi sat quietly, waiting with a trace of expectation and a trace of uneasiness.