Chapter 350: Carp Leaps Over the Dragon Gate
Chapter 350: Carp Leaps Over the Dragon Gate (Thanks for your votes)
At Jiangzhou Wharf, white sails are like a forest.
Seagulls landed in groups, picking up grains spilled between the cracks in the deck, just like the peddlers at the dock, who sold their labor and put on a smiling face in exchange for leftovers that the dignitaries disdained.
"Baoji is hiring 20 porters, 300 wen per day!"
"Ghostwriting letter, ten cents per letter..."
"Blowing sugar figures! I can blow monkeys, pigs, fish, horses..."
"...Jing Ke held the box in his left hand and the map in his right hand, and walked to the King of Qin. He turned his head to look at Wu Yang and smiled gently, as a farewell!"
A white horse carrying the baggage and the sword case followed behind.
The man and woman stopped briefly in front of the storytelling stall and then continued walking forward.
"Miss Ren sent someone to deliver a message. Master Qu and Liu Zhengfeng arrived safely at Qingfeng Village. Lan Fenghuang has returned to Nanchang Prefecture. She is also practicing medicine and poison. Your internal injuries should heal soon."
After escaping from the Xianling Temple that day, the two men first went to Changsha Prefecture. They wanted to go straight north to Pingyang, but they received a message from Ren Yingying, inviting him to meet in Jiangxi, so they took a boat eastward and arrived at Jiangzhou Wharf.
"Master Lan has a great reputation. It is said that she only follows orders and not instructions in the sect, and only keeps close contact with Saint Aunt..."
Du Xiaochai's complexion is still good. These days, Zhang Yu has been using Beiming Zhenqi to heal her injuries. Although it cannot cure the root cause, it has alleviated and improved her symptoms, and the effect is obvious. She has never read the content of the letter, but she can vaguely guess three or four points.
"It's hard to repay favors. It's okay to return it to Master Lan, but returning it to Miss Ren may cause a lot of trouble."
"If there are too many lice, don't be afraid of bites; if there are too many debts, don't worry
Zhang Yu looked at Du Xiaochai and smiled gently. He had just figured it out not long ago.
Before I knew it, I felt like I had walked into a chess game set up by someone.
"When you are in the underworld, you can't stay out of trouble. Sometimes you can't help but use others, or be used by others. If the purpose is the same and it doesn't go against your conscience, then it's fine!"
In Zhang Yu's eyes, the figure of the woman playing the piano on the pleasure boat gradually became blurred.
Tong Yukang leaked the news, and the Dharma Protector Hall turned around and headed straight for Hengyang. Ren Yingying was in charge of Nanchang and knew everything. She sent her close friends to help. After Master Qu was captured by Di Baiying, when he was trying to save him, Lan Fenghuang happened to show up.
“Perfect timing!”
Among the four major leaders of the Divine Sect below the Eastern Sect Leader, Tong Baixiong has been gradually losing power, and Yang Lianting has long had a gap with him. This time, rescuing Qu Yang is a direct confrontation with the Dharma Protector, which violates the rules of the sect and is unacceptable in any way.
Zhang Yu has no way out.
Rebellion and collusion with rebels is a capital crime!
The farewell at Zuojiazhuang was not an end, but a beginning!
Ren Yingying understood, and Zhang Yu also understood.
Du Xiaochai asked, "Sir, have you made up your mind?"
"If I don't kill Di Baiying, it will be hard to return to the Sun Moon Divine Sect. I will have to flee from here. If he dies, I can only rely on Miss Ren's power to turn things around. Even if she doesn't use me as a sword, I have to kill Di Baiying."
Du Xiaochai asked worriedly, "Di Baiying is a Xiantian realm expert? Are you his match?"
Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "If Di Baiying goes directly back to his old nest in Heimu Cliff, no one can do anything. I don't know what bait she used to lure this old owl to Nanchang. He probably doesn't know that Miss Ren's tactics and wisdom cannot replace martial arts, but they can offset many things."
Zhang Yu said this just to comfort Du Xiaochai and himself.
How could a great master of the Xiantian realm be so easy to kill? What if he was defeated?
Miss Ren's calculations at every step are chilling! After killing Di Baiying, she couldn't stand the pressure and pushed herself to be the scapegoat. What should she do?
Zhang Yu found that after spending too long with Du Xiaochai, he also became suspicious.
Maybe this is how the world is.
There is a knife hidden behind the zither and flute, and there is power struggle beneath gratitude and loyalty.
The longer you stay in the world and the more you see, the colder your heart becomes and the thinner your emotions become.
"It's useless to think too much. We can only take one step at a time and see what happens."
After the two men walked a few hundred steps, the noise around them gradually subsided. They were about to find an inn to feed their horses, but they saw a fortune-telling stall suddenly standing on the side of the road. The fortune-teller was wearing a white linen robe and sitting upright on a cushion. His hair and beard were as white as frost, and he did not look old at all.
"If you are destined to be with me, please stay!"
When the two passed by, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yu with a smile.
"Fortune telling?"
"It is you."
Zhang Yu looked at him, recalled briefly, and remembered that he had met this person once in Hengyang.
"You are not in Hunan, but in Jiangxi. Maybe your business is not good?"
"Hahaha, you figured it out. As the saying goes, a tree that is moved dies, but a person who moves lives. How can Hengyang be as prosperous as Jiangzhou? Since we meet again in a foreign place, it means that you and I are destined to be together. Why don't we calculate our fortunes so that I can earn some money to support myself?"
Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled, "To make a living? Have you forgotten that I said I don't tell fortunes!"
“Why not?”
"Because of unbelief."
After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he walked forward.
It’s not that he doesn’t believe it, but that he doesn’t dare.
"Wait a minute!"
Zhang Yu sighed, this old swindler was determined to earn this money for his living.
"I only have two words to say."
"You say it."
"Young man, I see that your forehead is black, and you will have a bloody disaster soon!"
"That's it?"
The fortune teller in hemp clothes looked solemn: "The disaster is dangerous. You have the fate of a carp. It should be no problem for you to survive the disaster. Even if you can't ascend to the sky, you can still travel freely in rivers, lakes and seas. It's a pity..."
He looked at the other person and spoke slowly.
"Your life is just a tree without roots and a source without water!"
Zhang Yu's expression changed slightly, and his right hand climbed up the hilt of the sword.
Seeing this, Du Xiaochai walked up to him, glanced at the fortune teller in hemp clothes, and sneered, "My lord, don't take it seriously. A quack is good at confusing people with words. He says ten things and only hits two or three. It's nothing but a routine."
Zhang Yu did not respond, but walked back to the fortune-telling stand. "How do you calculate it?"
The fortune teller in hemp clothes laughed and said, "Young man, fate is a complicated matter. Who are you?"
Zhang Yu said in a deep voice: "Since you said that the disaster is dangerous, I will definitely ask for a way to resolve it."
Du Xiaochai was a little surprised. Zhang Yu had always been suspicious and cautious, but he was actually convinced by a sorcerer with just a few words. It was really a strange thing. Could it be that this sorcerer really had some special skills that he could not see?
The fortune teller in hemp clothes took the brush and inkstone and yellow paper and said, "Write a word."
The brush was dry and hard, like new, and had not been used for a long time. It seemed that the business was not very good. Du Xiaochai still did not think that this man had real skills.
Without giving it much thought, Zhang Yu picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "玉".
"Jade?"
“Can you test it?”
The fortune teller in hemp clothes nodded: "It can be predicted. It comes from the heart. Cause and effect are involved. It doesn't matter what words are written. It won't be better or worse just because gold or silver is written."
"Then let's do the test quickly. The money is easy to talk about."
He took the yellow paper, stood up, looked left and right, up and down, sometimes facing the sun, sometimes facing the yellow earth, gesticulating with his hands and muttering to himself.
"As expected, I understand..."
Originally he was sitting with some demeanor of a master, but now he has completely turned into a big monkey. Not to mention Du Xiaochai, even Zhang Yu suspected that he was a swindler.
"You have the appearance of a carp, which is the best destiny. If you don't force yourself to turn into a dragon, you will live a carefree life. Unfortunately, your carp appearance is not innate, but acquired. It is a great achievement for a person to change his fate, but you have completely changed your fate. This kind of opportunity is a drop in the ocean, one in a million!"
Du Xiaochai was confused by what she heard.
Zhang Yu, however, was extremely serious, knowing that he had met a master.
How can we know everything in the world? If we dismiss all of them as feudal superstition, we will fall into another kind of superstition, such as Fuxi's Eight Diagrams, King Wen's Zhouyi, Li Chunfeng's Tui Bei Tu in the distant past, and Liu Qingtian's Shaobing Ge in the recent past.
"Please continue."
Du Xiaochai noticed that there was a hint of respect in Zhang Yu's tone.
The fortune teller in hemp clothes shook his head and said, "Although the physiognomy has changed, the destiny is still shallow, just like a thin beard root supporting a huge tree, which only lasts for a short time."
"The jade character looks like a carp, but it is buried in the soil. Your fate should have ended long ago!"
Mr. Mai said that when Zhang Yu's fate was about to end, he was extremely excited. He had traveled around the world and seen many people's lives, and they were all of the same. A carp's appearance was already rare, let alone this half-dead carp.
Du Xiaochai frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Sir, he is cursing you!"
Zhang Yu raised his hand to stop Du Xiaochai, squatted down, and said respectfully: "Sir, please continue."
The fortune teller in hemp clothes pointed at the word "玉" and said.
"This 'carp' is attached to the king. I guess that when your life was about to end, you met a person with great luck. As the saying goes, you got help from a noble person, so you were able to turn misfortune into fortune."
Zhang Yu was completely convinced.
If this is a liar, he is a very clever liar.
"Sir, since we have already turned danger into safety, why do you say that the disaster is dangerous?"
"If you rely on a mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on water, the water will dry up. If you borrow the luck of others, it will naturally run out one day. Moreover, the law of nature is fair and will not let you get benefits for free. If you use other people's things, you must bear the consequences."
"The water is already drying up, and there are so many causes and effects involved. If the sun comes to scorch us, how can there not be danger?"
Zhang Yu was silent for a while, then asked, "Old sir, how can we resolve this?"
The fortune teller in hemp clothes smiled and said, "This fortune is very dangerous. I don't have a way to resolve it, but I can tell you how to break it."
"Speak quickly, sir."
"You must change your fate again. This will be extremely dangerous!"
The fortune teller in hemp clothes picked up the ink brush and drew an arc on the right side of the word "玉". If the "dot" in the soil was moved to the top, a new word would be formed.
"host?"
"A carp leaps over the dragon's gate and transforms into a dragon. If you succeed, you have nothing to worry about. If you fail, your Tao disappears."
Zhang Yu wrote down this sentence, but still couldn't understand its true meaning.
"Old sir, could you explain it more clearly?"
"I can't say any more. Revealing too much secrets will reduce your luck. I tell fortunes to make a living. You can't leave me without food. Everything is excessive or inadequate. Young man, do you understand?"
Zhang Yu took out a silver note from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.
"I understand your words, sir. I just hope you can give me some more advice."
The fortune teller in hemp clothes took a quick glance and saw the two words 'Sanqian', and his heart was slightly excited. It was indeed the face of a carp, with good luck and wealth always accompanying him. He was generous in spending money, and he would travel around the world in the future without having to worry about running out of money.
"Ahem, considering your sincerity, I will teach you four sentences. How much you can understand depends entirely on luck."
"Thank you, old sir."
The fortune teller in hemp clothes took the living silver and spoke.
"Gold is born in Lishui, jade comes from Kungang, disaster turns to good fortune, and benefits lie in the west."
……
Du Xiaochai asked, "Sir, what did he say last?"
"You were right next to us just now, didn't you hear it?"
"His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out?"
Zhang Yu had already walked more than ten steps, but stopped when he heard the words and looked back. He saw the fortune teller in hemp clothes quickly rolled up his bedding and walked towards the dock. Finally, he stopped in front of a brothel, held his head high, and strode in with big strides while waving the banknotes in his hand.
He laughed and said, "To make a living? So that's what it means to make a living."
After hearing this, Du Xiaochai blushed slightly and spat lightly.
(End of this chapter)