Talk about the world of mortals in detail

The old man became more and more excited as he thought about it, but Mr. Mo frowned.

This fortune teller himself is so messed up that he wants his children to become his teacher. Then he will also be a fortune teller in the future?

However, the act of self-immolating the talisman just now really made the eyes of the Mo family brighten up as ordinary people, knowing that ordinary people must not be able to do this.

"Sir, everything else is an afterthought. Keeping my son safe is the first priority. As for becoming a disciple, it also depends on the child's future wishes!"

Hearing what Mr. Mo said, the old man suddenly felt happy. With these words, he was satisfied!

Mrs. Mo also said worriedly.

"If it is as dangerous as what the old gentleman said, and my son can be born safely, then it is appropriate for me to worship you as my teacher."

Hearing Mrs. Mo's words, the old man was even more overjoyed.

"Master Mo, Mrs. Mo, please rest assured. I have taken care of this matter. I will not cause any trouble to my future disciple. Of course, I will not force this matter. It will definitely depend on the child's own wishes!"

Children are very curious. The old man thinks that when the time comes, he will show off his skills and cast a spell visible to ordinary people, and then use his martial arts. Then the child is not in a hurry to call him "Master"?

"Sir, should we go burn more incense, and also go to the Chenghuang Temple and Tutu Temple to seek blessings?"

"Of course it's good to go, but this is the fate of God, and the gods will definitely protect it. Maybe they won't hear it."

With that said, the old man had already assumed the role of master, and immediately bent down and took out a tips bag from the box.

The old man took out a dozen talismans from his brocade bag and flashed them, then handed the whole brocade bag to the sitting woman.

"Mrs. Mo, this is the charm I refined carefully. I put it on the door and window of the room. Remember not to use sharp objects and don't go out often. Let me prepare a little before I come to visit you!"

After handing Mrs. Mo the bag of tips, the old man began to pack things quickly, rolling up the flags behind him and folding the tablecloth.

"Old sir, what are you doing?"

After hearing what Mr. Mo said, the old man folded the tablecloth and put it in the box, and took the time to reply.

"I'm going back to make preparations and take out everything from the bottom of the box. Mr. Mo, please take Mrs. Mo home quickly. Don't wait until it gets dark!"

After saying this, the old man quickly packed up all the remaining things, picked up the rope bag on the wooden box and picked up the bench on the ground.

"I'll take my leave now. I'll come when I'm ready! Mrs. Mo, please go home quickly!"

After saying that, the old man left in a hurry.

"Alas - old gentleman, I haven't paid for the fortune telling yet -"

The old man looked back at Mr. Mo and hurried away without saying a word.

Before, it was about collecting money to cancel the signature. If the Mo family was a big family, they would definitely make a lot of money, but now it is their own business.

Don't say it's just a small amount of money, I won't be stingy if I spend my precious possessions on it.

This scene made the Mo family stunned. The fortune teller didn't even leave a name.

She was full of joy when she came, but now Mrs. Mo is already worried.

"Ms. sir, what can we do? What he said is true!"

"Don't worry, madam, these charlatans who tell fortunes and interpret fortunes sometimes just say something harsh on purpose so that they can charge more money. It's okay!"

"But he hasn't asked for the money yet."

Mr. Mo didn't know how to answer this for a while, so he could only say comforted.

"Isn't he still going to visit? Maybe he will ask for money then. Anyway, he will say a few nice words and then give some money to spend!"

But after all, it was about his own child, so Mr. Mo added another sentence.

"It's just that some things are better to be believed than not. Our children will definitely be safe, but let's go home today! Cailian prepares the sedan!"

"yes!"

The maid hurriedly left and called to the bearer who was resting over there.

After being told by the old man, the Mo family didn't want to stay outside any longer and wanted to go home quickly.

——

At this time, people were coming and going on the streets of Mingzhou City.

A man wearing a green coat and a black cloak was walking on the street.

This street is not very wide in the city, but there is an endless stream of merchants and people, shouting, asking for prices, laughing and shouting everywhere, making it a bustling place.

The man held an unopened folding fan in his hand, and from time to time avoided the porters and women's family members. His eyes were observing everything around him, and he seemed very interested in the vibrant market around him.

And sometimes it's often when a man gives way that people passing by notice his presence.

At this time, people tend to look back.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Underfoot are appropriately sized and neat bluestone slabs.

Just like playing a game, the man's footsteps always covered almost the same distance, so that every time he landed, he would be in the center of the stone slab.

Those wheel marks and the fine moss on the edge stone slabs, as well as the surrounding heavy buildings with the same old and new paint colors, and so on.

For men, everything reveals a sense of historical charm shining into reality.

This atmosphere, this atmosphere.

It seems that with the man himself as the center and the dark green color as the base, he is integrated with the fireworks in the city, rendering an ink painting of an artistic conception that was once unimaginable.

This person is Yi Shuyuan who has just arrived in Mingzhou City.

"It deserves to be a thousand-year-old city. It was a famous commercial and trade capital two dynasties ago. Everything is full of that ancient atmosphere, as if people can feel the charm of the years."

Yi Shuyuan murmured to himself, and his words were not said casually.

One is because of the architectural style here, and the other is because Yi Shuyuan's synaesthesia makes him seem to be able to feel some of the atmosphere of the past.

Hui Mian, who was hiding under the hair on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, whispered.

"Sir, I think this is no different from other cities."

"The stone slabs under our feet are witnesses of history. They can speak."

"Ah? Have you become a sperm?"

Hui Mian was shocked and hurriedly poked out a furry little head from Yi Shuyuan's hair and looked at the ground.

"Sir, I am just a metaphor."

Yi Shuyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, while Hui Mian retracted his head.

This charm is also one of Yi Shuyuan's joys in traveling around the world, and he is intoxicated by it.

Yi Shuyuan was walking leisurely when a sedan was carried in front of him.

In addition to the bearers of the sedan chair, there were maids accompanying them and a middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes who was also walking beside the sedan chair.

From the moment he emerged from the sedan chair, Yi Shuyuan's eyes never left.

What was slightly different from other people on the street was that when the sedan arrived not far away, the people beside the sedan noticed Yi Shuyuan's presence.

As the sedan slowly passed by, the people beside the sedan were subconsciously attracted to Yi Shuyuan and couldn't help but look at him sideways.

Seeing that the men and women beside the sedan were looking at him, Yi Shuyuan also turned around in the direction of the sedan, smiling and nodding slightly at them.

Mr. Mo also nodded in greeting when he saw this.

This style is quite popular because it has bun hair with ties hanging down to one side without any sense of irregularity.

The gray hair color is slightly conspicuous, blending in with the person and very natural, without feeling abrupt at all, which makes his age slightly blurry.

"oops"

The shouts of the woman in the sedan suddenly attracted the attention of the maid and Mr. Mo.

"Madam, what's wrong?" "What's wrong, madam?"

The voices of Master Mo and maid Cailian suddenly became nervous, and they even immediately thought of the fortune teller's words.

However, there was no sense of panic in Mrs. Mo's words in the sedan chair, but rather a bit of smile.

Mrs. Mo opened the small curtain on the side and faced herself.

"Just now, I felt the child move!"

Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief and his face showed joy.

"Really? You can feel the child moving so quickly? It scared my husband just now!"

"He's already moving at just three months old. My son is indeed one of the best among men!"

Mr. Mo felt so beautiful, but when he looked back, he saw that the person just now was gone.

Yi Shuyuan was walking on the street, feeling better than before.

"I'm already three months pregnant!"

"Sir, are you saying that the person sitting in the sedan just now was the baby's mother?"

Hui Mian was obviously aware of what had happened just now. He could be so attentive and nod proactively. Coupled with the conversation beside the sedan, it was almost indistinguishable.

"Exactly!"

Yi Shuyuan confirmed Hui Mian's words.

"But it seems that the birth of the baby will not go smoothly!"

"Sir, is it okay if you are here?"

In Hui Mian's heart, this sentence was not flattery.

"Too!"

Yi Shuyuan smiled and nodded, walking towards the direction where someone was shouting in the distance. He still had to have this bit of confidence.

——

The old man on the other side had already hurried back home.

This is a dilapidated mud thatched house on the outskirts of the city. Although the old man has come back to live in it for a while, it has obviously not been completely cleaned up, so everything in the house is messy.

As soon as the old man came back, he went into the house and rummaged through the cabinets and found a box covered with gray cloth.

Tear off the red cloth and open the box. Inside is a seven-star sword, an incense burner, a porcelain vase, a dozen paper figures, talismans pressed with cinnabar blocks, and some other scattered items.

The old man took out his sword and half unsheathed it.

"Zheng"

The sound of the sword is crisp and clear, and the sword's body shines brightly on people.

The old man nodded slightly, put the sword back into its sheath with a click, then took the gray cloth that covered the box, wrapped it around the sword, then swung it behind his back, pierced the two ends of the cloth to his chest, and put the sword on his back. Behind him.

Then the old man packed up all the things in the box, put them one by one into the box with a strap next to it, and finally hung the box diagonally by his side.

After finishing this, the old man gently stroked his beard and looked thoughtful, wondering if there was anything missing.

After confirming that nothing was left behind, the old man went out and closed the doors and windows. After leaving a few steps, he stopped to look at the dilapidated house for a while, then turned around and left quickly.