Republic of China

Chapter 343 Difficult to stretch
Kang Muang, who was always careful, noticed something was wrong with his master, and thought to himself, he was not interested in anything except smoking, drinking and taking naps along the way, so why did he care so much about the pilgrims and the victim?

Are you trying to steal my job?
"Master, I understand the magical power you just calculated, but I have never seen the other skill. Could it be the legendary wind angle technique?"

Kang Muang was quite curious, because this magic was extraordinary, both ancient and mysterious, but the threshold to master it was too high, and it seemed to have been lost several times, and now no one knew how to use it.

"Yes, it's the Wind Horn Technique, but what I know is just the basics at best." Mo Wenshan rubbed the saliva on his fingers onto his clothes.

"I ran into an interesting little dwarf on the Yunnan border that year. He was a master of the Wind Horn Technique passed down from his family, and later became the direct disciple of the head of the Yuanding Sect. In addition to the Wind Horn Technique, when he was young, he also had a very high level of attainment in controlling objects. A flying sword almost made me bald."

The old man cursed as he said this, but the smile on his face revealed that their relationship was not just that of rivals, and there must be many unknown stories.

"Ah?" Kang Muang was shocked. "In the past, there were many masters who could take people's heads with flying swords, such as our Lu Zu, but is there anyone who can really fly swords now?"

Controlling objects is not the same as driving weapons, the latter has an absolute limit. For example, Shangguan Baitu's arrows can adjust their direction after being shot, but they can never be controlled as easily as waving one's arm.

Mo Wenshan said with a smile: "There are so many things in this world, and there are so many secret inheritances that cannot be told to outsiders. If I were to say that flying swords must have been magical in the past, but now, no matter how powerful they are, can they be faster than 7.62 bullets? If one bullet doesn't work, then a volley of bullets will doom any sword cultivator. It's better to learn how to use Maxim than to learn how to fly a sword. Aren't the sword cultivators in the inner mountains of Qingcheng powerful? They were arrogant enough when walking around the martial arts world in the past, weren't they? They would start fighting at the slightest disagreement, and they would even shout and send their swords out of Qingcheng. Do you think there are still a few people from Qingcheng walking around the martial arts world now?"

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Sometimes Kang Muang admired his master's open-minded thinking and advanced ideas very much. He did not seem like an old man in his seventies who had survived the previous dynasty. Normally, people of advanced age should be stubborn in their opinions, but he was not proud or arrogant about the things he inherited. Instead, he advocated advanced technology.

Indeed, the world is changing with each passing day, and science and technology are advancing by leaps and bounds every day. Looking back at the world of Xuanmen Yiren, is it a little outdated?
"I didn't teach you the Fengjiao technique, you definitely wouldn't be jumping around like that brat. This skill isn't something that everyone can learn. You're too stubborn, and learning it would only do more harm than good. Xiao Lu is a good fit, so I thought about it again and again and passed it on to him. I don't know if I'll have the chance to meet Master Hongguang again in the future. To teach his apprentice a special lesson, I must get some old items from the temple."

According to the Fengjiao technique, the changes of the five clouds can be used to predict a good harvest in that year; the direction of the eight winds can be used to predict good or bad luck at that time.

Knowing good and bad fortune, disasters and auspiciousness, is all about the fate of one qi.

"Huangdi Zhan" records: "Whenever the wind moves, it is a sign of instability. If it is in the mountains, rivers, seas, or hollows, where the wind comes from, it cannot be predicted. It is considered a normal pattern. If it is in the palace, city, or camp, and the battle formation, the wind is abnormal, the sand and rocks are flying, and the sunlight is dim, then it must be predicted. If the ruler manages the four seasons, there will be no bleak wind in spring and no bitter rain in summer. The rule of the ancient kings was to treat the world as their home and the people as their children. If the wind is abnormal, observe it carefully. If it is chaotic, intertwined, separated, and mixed, the response of this wind must be in the ruler.

As for wind, it is something that ordinary people don't care about at all, but in ancient times, many farmers would observe and identify the wind to predict wind and rain, especially before the Qin and Han Dynasties.

But for the experts, there are too many tricks about the wind.

The south wind is called the Kaifeng; the east wind is called the Gufeng; the north wind is called the Liangfeng; the west wind is called the Taifeng, and there are also angry wind, chaotic wind, storm wind, gust wind, swift wind, strong wind, and returning wind, etc.

According to legend, Zhuge Wuhou of the Han Dynasty and Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty were both masters of the art of wind horns.

On a small scale, it can predict a person's happiness or death, good or bad fortune; on a large scale, it can determine the dragon veins and fortune of a country. It is one of the most powerful methods in the field of divination.

But as I said before, there are very few people throughout history who can master it. Perhaps this method is too against the will of heaven, and thus it may be envied by heaven.

Kang Muang admitted that he was very interested in the art of wind horns, but his master had said that it was not suitable for him, so forget it, he would just let the scholar show it off when he had time to satisfy his curiosity.

And Mr. Lu, who was always elegant and graceful, grinned till his ears after hearing the conversation between master and disciple. He never dared to dream that what the old man taught him in Zheng County was the Fengjiao technique. It was really a good luck that made his ancestral grave explode with smoke.

"Master, the guy you met in southern Yunnan is good at flying swords and controlling the wind. Isn't he quite powerful?"

Mo Wenshan replied with deep emotion, "More than that? I'm not exaggerating. When it comes to comprehension, there are few people who can compare to him, but his comprehension is definitely better than mine. At that time, he was thinking about how to combine the things he knew, saying that mountains, rivers, wind and clouds are things, and spiritual rhythm and general trend can also be used to see things. Is it possible to control mountains, rivers, seas and skies? Just tell him if he dares to think about it. He is so capable and has such a high comprehension. It's really fucking unfair."

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Kang Mu'ang and Xiucai looked at each other and felt each other's helplessness.

Can you look at yourself before you say this? You are all unreasonable. If I and my brother were tied together, even if Brother Liu and Xiucai studied hard, I am afraid we would never be able to learn all your skills in our lifetime.

To this day I still don’t know how many things you know, but any one of them is shocking enough.

Liu Mangfan sighed, "I've been with the old man for a long time, and I'm a little accustomed to it. In the past, I would definitely think that this is an immortal figure. By the way, old man, can you tell me if you practice cultivation, can you really become an immortal?"

Mo Wenshan was both angry and amused, "You also act silly sometimes? What's the point of becoming an immortal? Aren't I at the mercy of others after submitting a petition? How can I be free? No one can control me."

Then his tone changed and his voice became much lighter. "If there are people in this world who can ascend to heaven in broad daylight, the Yuanding Sect master I just mentioned must be one of them. Yu Fengzi from Longmen is also one of them."

The big blue donkey under the willow tree was chewing a bean cake and shaking its head, wondering if it was agreeing with Mo Wenshan's words.

The conversation here was lively, and the other end was even more heated.

Zhao Sanyuan's attention was completely attracted by the stall next door.

Damn, what a lot of fun!
Hahahahaha! ! !
Master Zhang really had something. When he saw the man was dressed in half Western and half Chinese clothes and spoke pure Beijing dialect, he knew about it about 60% of the time.

In addition, he has been hanging around Tianjin for many years and is well-informed about the latest news and gossip. The young man in front of him looks exactly like the one in the rumors.

If I'm not mistaken, he is the little emperor who was driven out of his home two years ago and retreated to Tianjin to live!

In the past, not everyone was qualified to make the pilgrimage to the Emperor.

But times have changed. It's the Republic of China now. Ever since the young emperor was driven out of the Forbidden City by Lu Zhonglin and came to Tianjin, countless people from the underworld who came to the palace have cried and shouted that they want to "serve" the court. Whether they were specifically seeking to "serve" or "serve", no one knows. In any case, the little emperor's dragon-like characteristics spread.

Master Zhang manages his facial expressions very well. Even though he is extremely happy inside, he remains calm on the surface.

The little emperor has lost his status, but he is rich. The wealth sent from heaven has hit him on the head. He must not be short-sighted. He must distinguish between having enough to eat once and having enough to eat every other day.

Too much talk will lead to mistakes, so Master Zhang chose to speak as little as possible to keep his status high.

Then he raised his hand and wrote a sentence on the yellow sand plate with his finger. ——One brother cannot have two or three.

The little emperor's eyes almost popped out from behind his glasses.

Expert!
This is a great person I have met!
Historically, the young emperor nominally had no brothers, but after entering the palace, Prince Chun gave him three younger brothers. One of them died young, so one could not be counted. So if the young emperor was counted, there were three brothers, not two.

After thinking about it, he immediately believed in Master Zhang and called his followers over.

"The master is indeed very capable. Come here and give me a reward!"

He was quite generous and his followers clapped out a handful of silver dollars without even counting them.

Even this little emperor thought it was too shabby. Thinking back to the scenes of the ancestors who awarded officials and titles in front of the emperor, if it was just money, it would be at least a mountain of gold and silver, right? He had fallen to this point, and this was all he had.

Zhao Sanyuan, who was watching the fun, almost burst out laughing.

Damn, is this really a real skill?
Just a few dozen dollars as a reward?
Master Zhang is obviously stubborn and has become blocked on both ends. This is the most normal tactic used by street fortune tellers. He starts with a series of questions, and then no matter whether the victim is right or wrong, there are many backup plans.

You are such a good kid, you fell into the trap with the first sentence. Let alone others, if you met my brother Liu, wouldn’t you have to sell your house and land?
Zhao Sanyuan didn't know the little emperor's identity, but he could tell that he was either rich or noble.

Whose stupid son of a landlord ran away? This kind of behavior will ruin many families in the future. If others pay a little attention, they can be led into the ditch.

"Master, can you show me something else? My last name is Zhang, and my birth date is..." The little emperor was in high spirits, but he was not stupid enough to say that he was a family-loving person. After all, his family's reputation had not been very good in recent years. If some fanatical revolutionary heard it, he would probably be beaten up.

Master Zhang didn't care about the information given by the little emperor. He was already listening to the question with the answer. Why did he bother to calculate it? He just needed to cater to the little emperor and point out what he most hoped to hear.

Zhao Sanyuan next door secretly memorized the eight characters and started to play with his left hand. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he played with it for fun.
Master Zhang pondered for a moment, first looked at the clouds in the sky, then fiddled with the compass in his hand, hesitating for a long time, and only spoke when he saw from the corner of his eye that the little emperor was almost aroused.

"Sir, your surname is Zhang, and so is my surname. Today we meet, and both hands are stretched out, which means you are stretching. Therefore, your fortune is in the Shen hexagram."

"puff--"

Zhao Sanyuan, who heard the sound, couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of orange soda.

Feeling the strange gazes coming at him, Zhao Sanyuan used up all his rationality, even secretly pinching his thigh to stop himself from laughing out loud, and then he put on his most friendly smile.

"Don't get me wrong, I just thought of something happy. Yes, my donkey gave birth a few days ago, so I'm happy."

The big blue donkey under the willow tree looked up in confusion, with a face full of question marks.

No, brother, I have a dick!
Master Zhang and the little emperor withdrew their gazes upon hearing this, and neither paid much attention to this rustic young man.

"This hexagram has three meanings for you, sir."

"First, your family will be revived, and all the hardships will be restored, just like Emperor Guangwu of Han and King Ping of Zhou."

"Second, the hexagram is a variation of Tianhuo Tongren, which means that in the year of Shen, the conflict will be resolved and the enemies of the master will face a major crisis or even perish."

"Third, in the year of Shenyou, the right time, right place, right people and right talents all come together. As long as you follow the trend, you will definitely achieve your wish."

Every word and sentence was a critical hit, and all of them hit the little emperor's heart. Tears suddenly flowed down in strings, and he almost shouted for his ancestors to appear.

The year of Shen and You, right?
The most recent year of the Shenyou year was the 21st year of the Republic of China, which was 1932 AD. It’s only been a few years.

Master Zhang was talking with foam at the mouth, and the little emperor listened to everything he said. If he hadn't fallen on hard times, he would have at least been made a Grand Secretary of Wenhua Palace and a First-Rank Grand Tutor.
That's why they say the circle of metaphysics is so complicated, and one can often make a fortune just by relying on one's ability to read people's expressions.

Honest words are hard to hear, how many people don't like to hear good words? Everyone thinks that they are different, and everyone thinks that they are the children chosen by the Digimon machine.

If someone says you have a Huagai fate, you will be so happy that you can't close your mouth and call you a master all the time. But if someone says you have a hard-working fate, you will immediately feel disappointed and will report you to others.

Don't you think about how there are so many people with Huagai fate? If everyone has Huagai, who will be the oxen and horses? So, before you read the hexagrams and see things, you must have a good attitude and look at yourself from a bird's-eye view.

Let's get back to the topic. Zhao Sanyuan swears to all heaven and earth that he has tried very hard. But it's too damn funny. Hahahahaha!!!
I can’t hold it anymore. I really can’t hold it anymore.

In order to conceal himself for the sake of social etiquette, Zhao Sanyuan covered his lips with his forearm, but it had the opposite effect and made a strange popping sound.

This is bad, Master Zhang next door is furious.

"Is this the end? I have tolerated you for a long time!"

Zhao Sanyuan is Zhao Sanyuan after all. He can pretend for a while, but he is really not cut out for it. Seeing Master Zhang got angry, he simply stopped pretending and fell on his back, laughing so hard and clapping his hands on the ground.

Kang Muang, who was standing under the willow tree, was a little worried when he saw this and wanted to step forward to help smooth things over, but was stopped by Mo Wenshan. "Let him do it himself. If the one who sees things comes over, I want to hear what this brat has to say."

"Master, that man seems to me to be somewhat noble, but also looks like a jewel covered in dust. His followers, on the other hand, have steady legs and long breathing, and are all good at external training. Is there something wrong with the details?" Kang Muang didn't know his horoscope, let alone his identity. Naturally, he couldn't see anything deeper by just looking at his appearance.

Mo Wenshan seemed to be smiling, as if he was just having fun.

"And there are some to watch."

(End of this chapter)