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Chapter 334 Those Flowers [1] [Update 4]

Chapter 326 Those Flowers [1]

On the dilapidated stone steps leading down, Zhang Wufeng saw a group of people dressed in bright and fashionable clothes. There were old people and young people, but more of them were women in their thirties.

About 200 meters down, there is a small platform, where most women and a few old people and young people are happily singing strange and inexplicable songs. Zhang Wufeng always feels a little strange. There are only two roads to get here, the front mountain and the back mountain. The back mountain is the main entrance of Songli. Because of the business problems of Songli, the back mountain is temporarily closed. Yang Xiaolan has told him about this a long time ago. However, he has eaten breakfast not far from the mountain since 7:30 in the morning. In addition, he played and fought when he went up the mountain. He didn't see anyone coming up. Even if they came up, because of the mountain range, the best route to this stone level is the one he took. How did those people get in? Could it be that at their age, they like to find hidden stone levels on cliffs?

Zhang Wufeng suppressed his doubts, because he heard from his fourth uncle that there were often Taoist priests or monks on the Yanlong Terrace of Longwang Mountain. Most of them had some abilities, but if a fortune teller appeared there, he must be a very accurate fortune teller. Zhang Wufeng didn't come here to tell fortunes, but Xiaolan was the one he loved after all. Seeing that she might be entangled by some dirty things, he brought her here by the way, hoping to meet some Taoist priests or monks here.

Zhang Wufeng continued walking downwards, when he suddenly felt something floating towards him quietly and at a very fast speed, and it was next to him in no time.

Zhang Wufeng was caught off guard by this and grabbed Yang Xiaolan's hand, pulling Xiaolan to his back for protection. At the same time, he quickly turned around and leaned against the slightly dirty hillside.

Xiaolan was also frightened by Zhang Wufeng's action and almost fell down the stone steps. However, the huge strength in Zhang Wufeng's hand made her escape from danger in an instant. Her heart was pounding and she felt very relieved and happy. She thought to herself, "He is really strong."

An old man in his seventies passed by Zhang Wufeng and the others at this moment. He was dressed shabbily and looked like a farmer from the countryside, but he wore a pair of reading glasses, which made him look more elegant than he was. Zhang Wufeng looked at the old man carefully, and he turned around to look at Zhang Wufeng and the others. His cloudy eyes suddenly seemed to brighten a little.

The old man didn't look very old. His back was a little hunched and he was carrying a canvas bag. His hair was a little sparse and most of it had turned silver-white. His beard was mostly a mixture of black, white and white. His face had quite a few wrinkles, but his eyes were clear among the turbidity. His fast walking speed made Zhang Wufeng a little surprised at how unbelievably strong the old man was.

At this age, Zhang Wufeng could have guessed without hesitation that he was over 70 years old, but he had a very strange feeling in his heart. This old man was only 43 years old! Zhang Wufeng was shocked by his own thoughts. He looked at the old man embarrassedly, and then his attention was attracted by the dancing movements below.

The women, old people and young people were singing and dancing happily. The songs were melodious and pleasant, and the dancing was like swans flying, like girls picking flowers, and like immortals dancing with swords... Just as Zhang Wufeng was immersed in the graceful dancing and classical music, the old man suddenly said hoarsely: "These are all the evildoers from the Sky City who are going crazy there. What's so good about it!"

Zhang Wufeng's heart shuddered, and he immediately woke up from the wonderful mood. Although the old man seemed to have cursed those women unintentionally, after all, in this traditional small city, and at his age, seeing those women wearing only thin clothes and revealing many parts of their bodies, it was natural and normal to curse them as witches and immoral. But Zhang Wufeng didn't think so. Zhang Wufeng even felt that what the old man said was terrible and it was probably true!

Zhang Wufeng gently nudged Yang Xiaolan, who was still listening to the song, and asked softly, "Xiaolan, do you know who that old guy is?"

Xiaolan came back to her senses and just happened to see the old man's back as he walked down the stone steps. She took a look at him and then stood on the stone steps again with Zhang Wufeng. She whispered, "That old man seems to be the one who tells fortunes once a month. In fact, I'm not sure, but there are only a few people who tell fortunes in this area of ​​Yanlongtai. Among these people, the old man with a hunchback who tells fortunes once a month is naturally the one who is respected as the God of Fortune Telling."

"Oh, is that so? Hey? Why did the old man disappear?" Zhang Wufeng asked in surprise. In the less than half a minute that Xiaolan was talking, the old man disappeared from the stone steps. Zhang Wufeng felt shocked again. Xiaolan looked around and did not see him. She was not surprised at all. She just said: "I heard from my classmates that he has a very strange temper. Even if someone comes to tell fortunes, he usually collects money first, but he does not necessarily tell fortunes after receiving the money. He just tells people to leave. Sometimes he only says a few words, and sometimes he says nothing. Those fortune tellers will sit with him for a while, but because of his reputation, everyone comes to tell fortunes with the mentality of spending money to avoid disasters. Therefore, even so, no one makes things difficult for him. Sometimes he will take the initiative to tell fortunes for people, but he will still charge money. If the person is unwilling to pay, he will tell half of the fortune. No matter who the person is, he will pay for the other half. Therefore, he also has a nickname, called 'Find Half'. I just don't know if the old man today is him."

Zhang Wufeng was not surprised to hear this, as his fourth uncle had also told him about these things, but not in such detail. Seeing Yang Xiaolan's detailed explanation and the love that was revealed in her eyes all the time, Zhang Wufeng moved the soft little hand he was holding to his left hand, and his right hand gently stretched from Xiaolan's back to her waist, and then gently stopped there, feeling warm and soft when he touched it.

Xiaolan's body trembled slightly, and then she did not struggle. She just lowered her head, and when she raised it, she suddenly pointed her right finger at the Yanlongtai below and said, "Wufeng, look down there, it's him. He's setting up a stall down there and charging money for fortune-telling!"

"Well, he's really fast. He got down from here in one minute and put everything in place. This old guy is really quite capable!" Zhang Wufeng said indifferently. Knowing that this old man was a fortune teller, Zhang Wufeng felt a little disgusted, but due to Xiaolan's physical condition, Zhang Wufeng went to contact a so-called charlatan he hated the most.

Originally, with the reputation of this fortune teller and his ability, fortune telling once a month would be very lively, and fortune telling would be done on a fixed day every month, so there would be relatively many visitors on that day, but today was not the day when this fortune teller did his monthly fortune telling. It was precisely because of this that Yang Xiaolan was a little hesitant about whether he was a fortune teller. But Yang Xiaolan didn't know that this fortune teller was here to tell his last fortune today, which was an irresistible impulse in his heart, and it was also the last fortune he had already told.

The fortune teller was a little sad. After all, because of fortune-telling, his grandparents, father, and mother died when he was born. Even his wife and son were killed by him. His only daughter survived because her fate was incompatible with his. However, his daughter disliked him very much. Fortunately, his daughter was also very sensible, and the father and daughter depended on each other and got by.

Until now, the fortune teller had saved up 150,000 yuan for his daughter, even at the risk of being punished by God. With this money, his daughter would not have to worry about going to college and living. Moreover, when he went out in the morning, the fortune teller left the bank card and password on the desk in his daughter's room, and told her that if he did not come back, it would mean that he had gone out of town, and asked her not to look for him.

The fortune teller raised his head and looked at the intimate couple walking towards him. With his right hand trembling, he made a few calculations and his expression changed several times.

Zhang Wufeng was not a superstitious person. Although he was a little superstitious, he was born not to believe in fate. He believed that destiny was in his own hands. So when he walked forward, Zhang Wufeng took out money from his trouser pocket and threw it to the old man, but the old man said hoarsely: "No need. The fortune I tell you is the destiny I was born with. No money is needed." Then he began to fiddle with the copper compass, banners, Tai Chi mirror, and the seven very old copper coins around him, the very old copper coins with a square hole in the middle.

Zhang Wufeng saw that since the old man came here, the old men, women and young people who were singing and dancing had dispersed one by one, and they looked here as they dispersed.

Yang Xiaolan seemed a little nervous and trembling, and it seemed that she was actually a little afraid of the old man at this moment. Zhang Wufeng just used a little more force on her waist with his right hand and hugged her closer to him. This was just secretly telling her with his actions that he was here and she didn't have to be afraid.

Xiaolan looked at Zhang Wufeng with emotion, and her mood slowly calmed down.

"Tell me your date of birth and your name." The old man's hoarse voice came. Although he knew most of the things about the person in front of him, he still habitually asked the other party to tell his date of birth, date of birth and time of birth first. The more precise, the more accurate it can be.

(End of this chapter)