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Chapter 528: Breaking the Shackles of Fate [1]

Zhang Wufeng already knew about Zhu Pingping's experience a month ago, but he just sighed and ignored it.

At this moment, he had caught up with Yang Xiaobin, but Yang Xiaobin did not take direct action. He just watched with cold eyes.

"Don't take action for now. You are so capable, you should know why I am looking for you!" Yang Xiaobin's face was very serious, and he had no intention of taking action.

Zhang Wufeng stopped not far in front of him and looked at him indifferently.

"You, have suddenly become so powerful, and inherited the legacy of the 'Divine Calculator'?"

Zhang Wufeng speculated slightly, and his heart suddenly trembled.

"You're right, I inherited the skills from the divine fortune teller! So, you should know how that scene happened back then!" Yang Xiaobin said in a slightly low voice.

"I know, of course I know what kind of person Yang Xiaolan was back then, but what does it matter? Qin Shuang is right. Love will not be stranded for any reason."

"You overestimate the love of mortals. What are mortals? Mortals are just ants!

Also, the reason why I dare to talk to you calmly now is because I have discovered a very powerful special ability. If we all live in the calculations and deductions of a powerful person, when the deductions disappear, everything will be restored, so what?"

Yang Xiaobin's words made Zhang Wufeng's heart beat violently, and his mind couldn't help but go back to the experience he had with Yang Xiaolan.

At this moment, his heart began to stir, and his state of mind seemed to begin to tremble.

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(Note: Here we will describe in detail the beginning of Zhang Wufeng and Yang Xiaolan’s romance, because this is the real core of the book. The deeper reasons will be revealed later, and it will enable Zhang Wufeng to break through the shackles of fate and reach the realm of original sin. The fifth episode, Original Sin, is about to begin.)
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"Hello, who are you looking for?" The eunuch-like voice of a man named 'Li Si' in the university dormitory immediately attracted his roommates to prick up their ears and listen carefully. They were all ready to rush out of bed as soon as they heard their names.

"I'll look for Zhang Wufeng, can you please ask him to answer the phone?" The woman's reserved and faint voice came out from the thin telephone, making any male creature unable to refuse.

As soon as Zhang Wufeng heard the voice, he knew who the person was. Without saying anything, he sat up from the bed, leaned against the iron bed rail next to him, and reached out to take the phone.

"Hello, is this Zhang Wufeng?"

"Ah."

"Come to our school and play, okay? I, I miss you so much."

There was a moment of silence, and the dormitory suddenly became so quiet that one could hear one's heartbeat. Several buddies looked at Zhang Wufeng with admiration, thinking that this boy could actually sneak into Chencang. After a while, the faint voice came again.

"Come on, maybe after this time, it will be difficult for us to meet again."

Should I go or not? Zhang Wufeng was silent, but the person on the other end of the line was obviously silent for a long time, and then sighed faintly. Zhang Wufeng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously answered, "Yes."

"Really?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly sounded a little surprised, and then continued: "Well, call me when you come, I'll be waiting for your call in the dormitory, and I'll pick you up at the station. When are you coming?"

"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon. I'll call you when I get there. That's it." After saying that, Zhang Wufeng hung up the phone.

Zhang Wufeng thought about it. His school would hold a sports meet next week. There would be three boring days, plus a free day on Friday, so he would have no classes next week. Thinking about the girl whom he both had a crush on, Zhang Wufeng resolutely packed two sets of clothes, tidied up his personal appearance, put on his backpack, said hello to Li Si, and asked him to answer for him when the class called the roll. Then he left under the envious eyes of several roommates.

When Zhang Wufeng came out of the dormitory, he felt that the weather was a bit cold, but he didn't care much. After all, he was out and couldn't run back to get clothes. He stopped the car three times, but he failed. Although there was a direct bus from his school to Xiaolan's school, because Zhang Wufeng's school was in the suburbs, these buses did not stop.

When the fourth car passed by, it still did not stop. But the shadow of the car that suddenly passed through Zhang Wufeng's body brought a gust of wind, which made Zhang Wufeng's heart tremble suddenly. This scene was so familiar!

Zhang Wufeng was very confused as to why he often had such feelings, and even had some inexplicable dreams every month. But since he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Wufeng gave up. It was very tiring to think like this.

Zhang Wufeng had no choice but to walk slowly to the station with his books and newspapers on his back. When he arrived at the station, more than two hours had passed. Zhang Wufeng's legs were already a little sore, and there were waves of pain between his bones. Despite this, Zhang Wufeng still gritted his teeth, bought the ticket with difficulty, and then got on the train with difficulty.

Lying on the soft seat in the car, Zhang Wufeng finally heaved a sigh of relief. Thinking of his poor health, Zhang Wufeng couldn't help but feel a little sad. The figure in his mind was always entangled in his heart. He missed her all the time, but Zhang Wufeng knew his situation.

His father's health was deteriorating, his mother was still working hard in a bleaching powder factory, and his grandparents had long passed away. Although his relatives were relatively wealthy, they all treated his family like an enemy...

Because of his poor family background, Zhang Wufeng is very sensible, but he is a bit withdrawn and autistic, and also a little depressed and decadent. After all, the family burden and everything are on him alone, and the pressure is really unimaginable.

My family is very poor, and the money for college was borrowed with great difficulty. I'm afraid my parents suffered a lot when borrowing the money. Plus, my health is not good. If I find a girlfriend, wouldn't that be a burden to them?
Zhang Wufeng collected his thoughts and looked at the somewhat gloomy sky and the receding trees outside the window. The afterimages instantly formed a road. It was an ancient road with people of all kinds on it. They came and went, walking in a hurry, as if something big had happened at the end of the road.

Zhang Wufeng knew that he was hallucinating again, so he simply closed his eyes, and the familiar figure appeared in front of him again.

In fact, they had a good impression of each other in high school, but they never said it out loud. After entering college, Zhang Wufeng had not met the girl again, and they had only talked on the phone a few times. He knew that the girl liked him very much, but considering his own situation, he had always acted as if he had no idea. This time, he unexpectedly agreed to her request, perhaps because of her sad sigh, or perhaps because of the dark desire that still remained in his heart.

The girl's name was Yang Xiaolan. She was 1.66 meters tall and had a very good figure, but she was not very pretty. She had a pair of dark, shiny, slightly melancholy eyes under her light eyebrows, long curly hair, some small freckles on her face, and two or three small pimples, which made her appearance not outstanding.

Yang Xiaolan and Zhang Wufeng studied together from the first grade of junior high school to college. At that time, they sat at the same table when the third grade of junior high school started, and they were in the same class for the entire three years of high school. It was also at that time that the two of them experienced puberty and naturally developed feelings for each other as they spent time together. Both of them were not good at speaking, and after understanding some vague feelings, they avoided meeting each other. Therefore, when they went to college, this matter gradually came to nothing.

The reason they met again was that Yang Xiaolan learned that Zhang Wufeng liked to play games and log into his YO account occasionally, so she tried every means to find Zhang Wufeng's few friends to find out his YO number, and then added him by chance.

After coming to the university, Zhang Wufeng had a glimpse of the so-called university life. After a few months of being influenced, he was no longer surprised by some blatant romantic things. Thinking of this, Zhang Wufeng felt a little lonely. Perhaps, being able to have someone to love was really a kind of happiness, but his own happiness was so far away from him.

Will Yang Xiaolan be his happiness? Zhang Wufeng didn't know, but he simply loved Yang Xiaolan, and it was impossible for him to let Yang Xiaolan accompany him to suffer together, so Zhang Wufeng hesitated. Was it right or wrong for him to go to her this time? If he went back to the beginning again, would he still choose to be with Yang Xiaolan? Maybe, maybe he would deliberately avoid her.

Zhang Wufeng felt a little sad and tired. He gently opened the window of the car a little. Immediately, the wind blew in, causing Zhang Wufeng's thin body to tremble.

Whenever I think of love, why do I feel a pain in my heart like blood dripping? Why do I feel so decadent and desperate? Zhang Wufeng grabbed his hair in distress, then closed his eyes again, and a tear silently slipped from the corner of his eye.

Falling on the chair, Zhang Wufeng fell asleep in the cold wind.

With a loud "bang", Zhang Wufeng felt as if the world was turning upside down and his head seemed to be pierced by many sharp spikes. It was extremely painful. Such severe pain made him scream in unbearable pain.

"what……"

Feeling the intense pain in his body and the sudden sense of emptiness as if his soul was shrinking, Zhang Wufeng opened his eyes, and immediately everything he saw told him that he had been in a car accident.

Because this road approaching the city has a long downhill road, and there is a relatively large bridge at the bottom of the slope, and there is a toll booth not far away on the opposite side of the bridge. Because the brakes of the car broke, and the driver had spent too much time carrying passengers at the beginning, and was now afraid of being late for the station, he accelerated all the way. When going downhill, he seemed to have stepped on the brakes too hard to avoid a large transport truck, and the brakes broke for some reason. Therefore, the driver turned the steering wheel in a panic and hit the bridge. The car flipped off the bridge and hit the rocky riverbed that had already dried up. The driver's legs were stuck on the spot, and his body was stuck in the cockpit. He died instantly, and other passengers were killed and injured...

Zhang Wufeng only felt his eyes were a little blurry, and his body and mind were extremely tired. The scenery in front of him slowly began to move. At this moment, accompanied by the pain and weakness of his body, Zhang Wufeng's eyes slowly closed. Before he closed his eyes, those dreams and past events gradually dissipated in his mind.

A breeze blew over him. Zhang Wufeng thought that he still had to go see Yang Xiaolan, the girl who had always loved him, so he opened his eyes with difficulty. He was lying behind a large gray rock on the riverbed. There were a lot of broken glass and blood in the distance, but the car was gone. There were no injured people nearby. But it seemed that they had been rescued. Why didn't they rescue him? At least they should take him back.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wufeng looked at his clothes, which were surprisingly still intact. Except for the pain in his head, hands, feet and chest, everything else was fine. It was unbelievable that he could survive such a disaster!
Although Zhang Wufeng had many questions, he knew that he had to rush to Xiaolan's school as soon as possible, otherwise she would be very worried about him. So Zhang Wufeng didn't care whether he was really lucky or not, and limped forward.

After walking for more than twenty minutes, the blood in his legs seemed to circulate and the pain was gone. After sweating a lot, Zhang Wufeng felt much more comfortable overall.

Arriving at a platform, Zhang Wufeng spotted a direct bus and was about to get on. Immediately, he heard a crisp voice calling out, "Wufeng, is that you?" Then a girl in ordinary white clothes and blue jeans ran towards him.

Zhang Wufeng looked at the girl's face, which had turned red due to running, and the anxious and surprised expression on her face, and felt somewhat touched. From the girl's school dormitory to here, Zhang Wufeng knew that it was at least 7,000 meters, and judging from the girl's anxious look, she must have run here.

Zhang Wufeng sighed in his heart and thought, "Xiaolan, you are so silly." But with a gentle smile on his face, he said to Yang Xiaolan who was running towards him, "Xiaolan, it's me, I'm here." Then he walked towards Yang Xiaolan.

Yang Xiaolan came to Zhang Wufeng's side, her body almost leaning into his arms, but there was no expression on her face, but a very sincere expression of finally being relieved.

Yang Xiaolan looked at Zhang Wufeng and saw that he seemed to be fine. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Wufeng, you don't know. Just now at lunch, my roommate said she saw a car accident in the news. She also told me that the person sent to the hospital looked like you... Don't be angry. They insisted on seeing the photo you gave me... So I was very worried about you. But I couldn't get through to your cell phone. I was really scared... So I came here, hoping to ask the staff at the toll station about the accident..."

Zhang Wufeng was speechless. In fact, he could only consider that he was lucky, but he did not want to get into trouble. He just comforted her, "Xiaolan, it's okay. I'm not in that car. I'm in another car. Your sister must have seen it wrong." As he spoke, Zhang Wufeng gently held Xiaolan's hand and gently stroked the bangs on the forehead of the still dazed Xiaolan.

Yang Xiaolan lowered her head slightly, and the tears in her eyes gradually dried up after a long time, but Zhang Wufeng could not hide her red eyes.

Zhang Wufeng tightened Yang Xiaolan's hand, his heart trembling. He and Xiaolan had been together for three or four years, but he had never seen her cry for any reason. At most, there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes. The first time he saw her cry was for him.

Zhang Wufeng did not avoid the gazes of passers-by on the street, and just held Xiaolan's hand and walked towards the school. He knew that with Yang Xiaolan's personality, she naturally didn't want to take the bus to school.

Yang Xiaolan was a little shy. She was a little excited but still a little scared when Zhang Wufeng held her hand. Zhang Wufeng knew that this city was very backward and the people were very traditional. Holding hands in the street was fine, but hugging or kissing was a bit too much. It was not like his own city, which was highly developed and full of people being affectionate in the street. Therefore, he suppressed the urge to hug Xiaolan.

After arriving at the school, Yang Xiaolan took Zhang Wufeng directly to a well-decorated hotel. Zhang Wufeng was slightly stunned. Yang Xiaolan smiled and said, "Knowing that you were coming, I rented a house for you for a week, and I also bought all the daily necessities for you. You can eat with me in the cafeteria. If you are not used to it, you can eat in a restaurant outside."

Zhang Wufeng looked around the clean room. There was a color TV and a desk. On the desk were some books borrowed from the library. Next to the desk were two brand new white shirts and white casual pants. Even the hangers were ready...

Zhang Wufeng looked at the worried expression on Yang Xiaolan's face, smiled gently and said, "Okay, Xiaolan, I promise you I will stay here for a week and accompany you to class and play."

The hesitation on Yang Xiaolan's face immediately turned into a look of surprise and joy. She nodded excitedly and said, "Okay, you've been walking for so long, you must be tired. I know it will be inconvenient for you to walk with longer legs. Wait for me here, I'll prepare some hot water for you so that you can wash first, so that your body will feel more comfortable. I'll buy some food later." After saying that, Yang Xiaolan went out without waiting for Zhang Wufeng to answer.

Zhang Wufeng sat on the bed alone, and it could be seen that the sheets were even new. Zhang Wufeng watched Yang Xiaolan busying around, and he always felt a little pity in his heart.

After taking a shower, Zhang Wufeng put his changed clothes aside, walked out of the room, and asked the boss about the rent. He found out that it cost one hundred and fifty yuan, and when you add in daily necessities and two sets of clothes, it would be at least four hundred yuan.

Four hundred yuan, Zhang Wufeng knew, was Xiaolan's food expenses for two months.

A girl who can sincerely take out her two-month food allowance to be considerate of others, would rather live frugally, not buy cosmetics, not buy decent clothes, not eat a good meat meal at her prime age... Not to mention anything else, just this point made Zhang Wufeng himself silent.

Zhang Wufeng didn't say anything, walked out of the boss's room outside, and sat directly on the bed. Yang Xiaolan came back in just a moment, holding two large plastic bags, one of which contained a portion of mushrooms and braised pork, one of which contained a portion of chicken soup, and a larger box of white rice.

Zhang Wufeng looked at Yang Xiaolan. She didn't seem tired at all. On the contrary, she was a little excited. However, when she looked at Zhang Wufeng, there was a hint of shyness and avoidance in her eyes.

After Zhang Wufeng said a few words to her to eat with him but she refused, he didn't say anything else and just started eating alone. Yang Xiaolan looked at them from the side and then went to help Zhang Wufeng wash clothes.

Zhang Wufeng seemed to feel at home at this time, just like a harmonious family, the husband was eating, the wife was washing clothes, and both sides were very considerate... Zhang Wufeng couldn't hold back the love in his heart, but he knew he couldn't, because first of all, his health was not very good; secondly, the Zhang family could be said to be penniless, and Xiaolan's family was not well off either. If she followed him, it would be a huge burden. By then, he would not only drag down Xiaolan, but also Xiaolan's entire family...

Zhang Wufeng finished his meal without realizing it. Xiaolan had also finished washing the clothes. When he was about to clean up the dishes, Zhang Wufeng grabbed the cold, red hand and squeezed it gently. Staring at Yang Xiaolan's sincere eyes, Zhang Wufeng's heart trembled, and he put her little hand down again, saying softly, "You clean up, don't tire yourself out."

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I have been with Xiaolan for five days. Today is the sixth day. After tomorrow, I will go back to my school. Zhang Wufeng wondered if he should take his relationship with Xiaolan a step further. He was not a saint, and he liked Xiaolan very much, but he always had too many concerns and was a little hesitant.

Zhang Wufeng woke up very early in the morning, but was too lazy to get up from the bed. Xiaozhou and Huangzhou are very close. Yang Xiaolan said yesterday that she would take him to visit Songli Park today. He actually didn't care about these things. As long as he could spend more time with Yang Xiaolan, he would be very satisfied. Zhang Wufeng had an unconcealable feeling of love for Yang Xiaolan from the beginning to the end. It seemed that he could give up everything for her.

I remember the first time I saw Yang Xiaolan, from the moment she entered the classroom until she sat next to me, I kept staring at this little girl. Xiaolan was not pretty at the time, but her unique temperament and graceful figure made Zhang Wufeng's heart tremble. At that time, Zhang Wufeng felt that this girl had a water-like temperament.

While he was still thinking about things, he heard a gentle knock on the door. Zhang Wufeng escaped from under the quilt, opened the door, and waited for Xiaolan to come in before closing it again.

Xiaolan looked at Zhang Wufeng, who was wearing very little, revealing a lot of his natural beauty. She immediately stopped looking at him and said in a feigned anger, "Little lazy bastard, go and get dressed."

It was rare for Zhang Wufeng to see that the gentle and carefree Xiaolan actually had such a little girlish side. His heart was warmed, so he obediently put on his clothes and started chatting with Yang Xiaolan.

"Xiaolan, can you tell me why you said that it would be difficult for us to meet after this time?" Zhang Wufeng said softly.

"Zhang Wufeng, do you really have to know? You may not believe this." Xiaolan hesitated.

"Tell me, I believe it." Zhang Wufeng's eyes revealed determination and trust.

"Okay." Xiaolan was obviously silent for a while before continuing, "For several weeks, I dreamed of living with you. Later, I said we were married, but then we got divorced. I hurt you badly, and I was very sad..."

Zhang Wufeng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously felt a little at a loss.

"What's next?" Zhang Wufeng knew that the content next might be the key.

"Later, I died by myself..." Yang Xiaolan looked very lost, and murmured, "Actually, I was also very scared, but I love you and don't want to lose you... Maybe I am a selfish girl. I am very afraid of death and I have no one to rely on, so I came to you so eagerly. Of course, there are some other reasons. I think you know them too..." After saying this, Xiaolan looked at Zhang Wufeng with some resentment, and Zhang Wufeng was a little embarrassed.

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"Don't worry, we will be together in the future. I will obey you in everything, love you, and never let you suffer any grievances!" Zhang Wufeng said confidently and sincerely.

"Well, I will treat you well too." Yang Xiaolan said shyly with a slight blush.

He walked gently to Xiaolan and held her trembling body in his arms. Yang Xiaolan didn't say anything else, but just leaned her head gently on Zhang Wufeng's shoulder.

Seeing that Yang Xiaolan was not in a very good mood, Zhang Wufeng decided to take her out for a good trip. Thinking of the trip, Zhang Wufeng suddenly had an idea that lit up his eyes. He gently kissed Yang Xiaolan on the forehead and said, "Xiaolan, let's go to Longwang Mountain, and then go to Songli to have a look."

Yang Xiaolan smiled in understanding and said obediently, "Okay, I'll clean up my things first, and then we'll have breakfast together and buy some snacks. I won't be back for lunch."

Zhang Wufeng looked at Xiaolan, who was happy again, and smiled with relief.

Longwang Mountain is about 1,300 meters above sea level. It is not very big, but it has the charm of a scenic spot and has not been developed into a tourist attraction. When I went up with Yang Xiaolan, it was still very early. Although it was already nine o'clock in the morning, there were still few people coming. It was quiet all around.

Actually, Zhang Wufeng had another purpose for coming here, which was to find someone to tell his fortune. Zhang Wufeng once heard from his fourth uncle Zhang Zhengde that there was a very accurate fortune teller on the Longwang Mountain who would tell people's fortunes every month, but the price was very expensive, one hundred yuan per fortune telling.

Zhang Wufeng pondered over it secretly at that time, and always felt that this fortune teller was very cunning. He calculated once a month, even if there were only ten people a day, he would make one thousand yuan. This, first of all, gave everyone a sense of mystery. Secondly, as long as he had a little bit of skill and his calculations were not outrageous, he would be convinced by others. Moreover, the high price just fits the mentality of ordinary people who judge good and bad by noble and humble. Therefore, after such an analysis, Zhang Wufeng only felt that this fortune teller was a master at making money, but his fortune telling skills were probably not very good. If they were really good, he would not have fallen to the point of making a living by fortune telling.

As he walked, Zhang Wufeng was thinking about some related matters. Yang Xiaolan was a little worried that Zhang Wufeng was tired, so she pointed to a flat ground in the dense forest ahead and said, "Zhang Wufeng, take a rest there for a while."

Zhang Wufeng was thinking about something and didn't realize that he didn't seem tired at all here. So after Xiaolan interrupted his thoughts, he looked towards the place Xiaolan mentioned.

In an instant, there was a somewhat dark forest, a somewhat broad and simple apprentice platform, and a few quaint stone benches beside it. This scene was so familiar, so familiar that Zhang Wufeng was frightened.

Zhang Wufeng was surprised, but he didn't say anything. He took Yang Xiaolan's hand and walked towards the platform in the woods. Here, Zhang Wufeng silently thought, there is a piece of granite in front of him, which looks like a sword, simple and unadorned, and the outside is also bare. Next to it is a strange beast carved out of stone, which looks like a Tibetan mastiff.

"Huh? Wufeng, look here." Yang Xiaolan's sudden surprised voice interrupted Zhang Wufeng's imagination again.

Zhang Wufeng looked towards where Xiaolan pointed, and his heart trembled again. What he saw before him was exactly the scenes he had imagined...

It took Zhang Wufeng a long time to calm down from his shock. The familiar feeling in this place had disappeared in an instant, but Zhang Wufeng still felt irritated and depressed. There was indeed something strange about this damn place!

Zhang Wufeng didn't want to stay here any longer. After all, he came here mostly to make Yang Xiaolan happy. How could he consider his own emotions first? Thinking of this, Zhang Wufeng shook Yang Xiaolan's hand and said, "Xiaolan, let's go over there."

Yang Xiaolan didn't notice Zhang Wufeng's abnormality. In her subconscious, she was satisfied as long as she was with Zhang Wufeng. She didn't care about fear and terror or anything else. So she answered readily, "Yeah, sure."

In fact, even Yang Xiaolan herself felt a little strange. Zhang Wufeng was actually a very ordinary person. He was a bit dull and stupid, unkind, cold-blooded, and had an ordinary appearance. He was less than ten centimeters taller than her. Moreover, he came from a very poor family and was weak... But even so, when she saw him for the first time, Xiaolan was only fourteen or fifteen years old at that time. At that time, she had a different kind of heart-pounding feeling in her heart, as if she could not live without him.

This strange feeling, coupled with the fact that every time she saw Zhang Wufeng frowning or looking a little depressed, she felt a sense of pity and distress, and she herself didn't know why. But every time Zhang Wufeng smiled gently at her, she would feel inexplicably warm in her heart.

Yang Xiaolan followed Zhang Wufeng towards the stone steps. It was past ten o'clock and the sky had not cleared up yet. The air was still fresh and the mountains were desolate. It was almost November, but the coolness of autumn had already been a bit too much.

Zhang Wufeng looked down and found that the cliff he had imagined did not appear. Instead, there was a steep stone staircase with a lot of tombstones around it, and those tombstones seemed to be very old.

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? Eh? 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 indeed didn't see him. She wasn't surprised at all and just said, "I heard from classmates that he has a very strange temper. Even if someone comes to tell his fortune, he usually collects the money first, but he doesn't necessarily tell the fortune after receiving the money. He just tells the person to leave. Sometimes he only says a few words, and sometimes he doesn't say anything. The 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, so even so, no one makes things difficult for him. Sometimes he will take the initiative to tell people's fortunes, but he will still charge money. If the person is unwilling to pay, he will tell half of it. No matter who the person is who has his fortune told for half, he will pay for the other half. Therefore, he also has a nickname, called 'The One Who Tells 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)