Gift natural power at the beginning

Chapter 363 Heaven is not dead, Huang Tian is dead

Huaizhou is divided into north and south by the Taihuai River.

There are many mountains in the north and many plains in the south.

Therefore, southern counties are generally more prosperous than those in the north.

As the state capital of Huaizhou, Huaiping is located where the Taihuai River enters the river. The Huaiping County and other southern counties centered on it are all stronger than the northern counties.

However, there are always advantages and disadvantages in the world.

Although the south is prosperous, due to the barbarians in the north and the factors of the sun tide, Wufeng is more sturdy. Most of the passers-by on the street are muscular and tall.

This is one side of water and soil to support one side of people.

Near the end of the year, in a small county in the north.

This county is not too big, but it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are rich mountain products. In addition, there is a tributary of the Taihuai River at the entrance of the county. The reason for the convenient transportation is also considered prosperous.

At this time, on the streets of the city, a young man in paper clothes, with black and white shawl and long hair, was holding a token of unknown material, with a calm face, walking slowly.

On the street, it is very lively and lively.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, busy with their own lives.

There are loud shouts from vendors, who are preparing to do the last business before the new year, and have a good year; there are cries from children, he glanced at them, and they are playing chasing games in new clothes, and fell down;

Of course, it is more casual bragging and chatting among acquaintances.

The people's voices came together to form the unique noise in the world of mortals, and even dispelled the coldness of the freezing winter in this deep winter.

The man holding the value talisman walked among the crowds, observing everything that seemed normal, even if he was hit on the shoulder by a strange passer-by, he just nodded and smiled apologetically, and then continued to observe and walk.

Because these are things that he rarely saw when he was practicing in the deep mountains, and they are also what he has been pursuing recently.

Can do nothing but do everything, come out of the world and return to the world.

Whether to do it or not, he understood that what is needed at this time is to return to the world.

That's right, this person is Qingfengcheng and Lin Mo's other friend, Yu Xuanji.

After leaving Qingfeng City, he began to travel around the world.

On the way, I saw the river rising and flooding the Buddhist caves. In the end, a unicorn and a strange beast emerged from the stone carvings. I also saw a big snake in the snake cave that was about to turn into a dragon with just a single blood-colored unknown orchid.

Finally, I saw people I had never seen before, heard things I had never heard of before, and came to this small town.

'But it's almost time to go back. '

Yu Xuanji glanced at Nanfang, and said silently in his heart.

And at this moment, there was a luxurious carriage creaking and rolling over stones passing by, and the horseman driving the carriage above flicked his whip, making a rattling sound of piercing the air.

He followed the crowd, stepped aside, let the carriage go first, and happened to see a small dog, as thin as a stick, standing on three legs at the corner of the dilapidated wall.

There was another one, bent and held up at a strange angle.

Yu Xuanji stepped forward, and took out a palm-sized piece of jerky from his bosom, with a little force on his fingers, he broke off a corner, softened it, and turned it into a meat paste, put it in the palm of his hand, bent down, and handed it over.

The little dog who was stunned in place, was scared by Yu Xuanji's action and retreated in panic, wanting to escape.

It's just that it has only three legs, so it can't react at all. It loses its balance when it moves, and immediately falls to the ground. It keeps shrinking towards the wall and makes a threatening sound.

Yu Xuanji's face remained unchanged, he just leaned forward, put the meat paste gently in front of him, then stood up, took the other half of jerky, chewed and ate it gently.

On the street with people coming and going, a person and a dog looked at each other calmly.

The hungry and frightened little dog timidly watched Yu Xuanji finish eating the jerky, and finally took two steps forward, his only front foot got a lump of meat paste, and he ate it carefully.

Then after eating, seeing that Yu Xuanji still didn't move, he finally got more courageous, took two steps forward, and hooked back again.

Slowly, as time passed, half of the meat paste was eaten.

The little dog limped forward at some point, lowered his head and licked the ground that still had the smell of meat, and his half-haired tail also wagged because of the long-lost comfort.

But at this moment, it suddenly felt a weight on its head.

Just when he wanted to escape, he only felt a faint warmth coming from the top of his head, which made him very comfortable in this harsh winter.

It raised its head, looked at Yu Xuanji who had bent down at some point, and barked twice, as if asking why it did so.

Naturally, Yu Xuanji couldn't speak a dog's words, after touching for about ten breaths, he raised his hand and stood up.

The docile puppy subconsciously dodged again, only to see Yu Xuanji leave directly.

It walked back and forth for a few steps, and suddenly found that its limp front foot had become normal.

Standing on the ground with four feet, watching Yu Xuanji's figure slowly disappear into the sea of ​​people, finally barking twice, wagging his tail faster and faster, jumping excitedly to the other side.

Yu Xuanji continued to walk.

My heart is still calm.

In this small town, apart from a new group of jugglers who are good at swallowing long swords, there is also an extra old man who seems to have a problem with his head, crazy, like a beggar.

He doesn't need money, and sleeps in a mess by the roadside. When he wakes up, he catches people, no matter men, women or children, he just asks a question.

'What do you want to be when you grow up? '

The common people in this small town are quite simple, and they feel a little unlucky about this, and they are more pitiful towards the old people.

Occasionally, when good people leave, they leave some money behind.

However, there are also men who are not very good-tempered, or who are in a bad mood, who curse a few times and then punch and kick them.

Of course, adults don't like to see it, but children still like to play with it.

It's just that this kind of playfulness doesn't last long. After the adults find out, no matter how pitiful the old man is, they don't want the children to have anything to do with it.

At least they scold and reprimand, and at worst, they put their hands on their buttocks, and strictly prohibit children from talking to the elderly.

As time passed, the old beggar was still asking:
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

But no one is willing to take care of it.

Yu Xuanji looked at the ragged old man with greasy eyebrows and hair knotted, stepped forward, threw a piece of jerky, then got up and left.

The misery in the world, he is not a god, he can see but cannot save.

It's just that the lonely old man didn't go to pick up the meatloaf at this time, but got up abruptly, grabbed Yu Xuanji's shirt, and asked that inexplicable question:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

The old beggar's cloudy eyes were full of hope, as if he was eager to get the answer.

Yu Xuanji was stunned for a moment, silent for a moment, instead of leaving immediately, he fell into reminiscence.

What do you want to do?
When he was young, he liked to play in the mountains, chasing butterflies and small animals, running back and forth from east to west.

In the evening, Zai reluctantly was called by the master to read scriptures and fortune-telling together, looking forward to the early setting of the moon, the early rising of the sun, and the early passing of time.

It's just that as time passed, when he was the only one left in the mountain, what he missed even more was the half-cornered spider web under the eaves of the Gua house.
"Perhaps, I want to be a fortune-teller." Yu Xuanji said softly.

The stupid old man nodded after hearing this, smiled openly, and even danced with joy,
"A fortune teller is fine, but I want to be a painter. I like painting. Hehe, I will definitely become the best painter in the world."

Yu Xuanji looked at the old man who was obviously 80 or [-] years old, but was as happy as a child, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

He helped him straighten his clothes.

"In that case, let me do a fortune telling for you, and you draw a picture for me, how about it?"

"Okay! Okay! I'll help you draw, and you will help me with fortunetelling."

The old man became even more excited and clapped his hands together.

Yu Xuanji let the old man grab the corner of his clothes, and the two walked out of the city together.

He originally wanted to find an inn, but he had no choice. Any shopkeeper who saw the old man politely refused.

In the end, they walked straight and walked out of the city, and the two came to a somewhat dilapidated temple.

The ancient temple is very dilapidated, the wooden door at the entrance is crooked, and the statues in the temple have long been missing.

There is a pile of ashes in the open space in the center of the temple, which proves that it is not a place where no one has lived for a long time.

Yu Xuanji didn't mind being dirty, so he found a pile of thatch in the temple and just sat down.

The old man also fell to the ground.

"Let me do the math for you first."

Yu Xuanji said softly.

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the old man's hand and prepared to check the palmistry.

The old man didn't resist and just let it go.

It's just that Yu Xuanji, who was originally calm, frowned when he looked at the old man's palm.

The muddy palm was extremely rough, just scratching off the mud marks, but the old man's palm had no texture at all.
"No roots and no prosperity, or transcend the world?"

Yu Xuanji whispered to himself.

The old man didn't seem to understand at all, and he still smirked at him.

He was silent for a moment, and took out two or two value symbols with great care.

Since it is impossible to observe people's appearance and attract people's qi in the mountains, then we can only directly take the prosperity and decline of the four seasons and six qi of heaven and earth as the basis, and then calculate the three elements and nine lucks of people, and truly use the secrets of heaven to calculate human machines.

The tortoise shell value talisman in his hand slowly began to tremble.

It was shaking at first, then slowly shaking.

Finally. Suddenly stopped.

No, it should not be said to have stopped, but still shaking, but the amplitude is so small that it cannot be observed by the naked eye.

This time, Yu Xuanji was truly silent.

Because this means that even with the help of the four seasons and six qi of heaven and earth, it is impossible to draw out the mountain qi of the old man in front of him.

In other words, the opponent's three yuan and nine fortunes are too huge, and it will take too long to really count.

He didn't speak, just put the value symbol aside.

The old man was still smirking, holding the charcoal he found somewhere, facing Yu Xuanji, scribbling and drawing on the ground.

It seems to be painting for it.

It's just that Yu Xuanji glanced at it, but was speechless.

The drawing is really ugly.

The head is not like the head, the eyes are not like the eyes, and the nose is not like the nose.

I'm afraid that the children in the school can draw better than this.

It's just that the old man is content and enjoys it.

Yu Xuanji was speechless, tidied the thatch to make it more comfortable to sit on, and just looked at the old man quietly, occasionally looking outside.

Silent all night.

The old man who finished painting seemed to have forgotten Yu Xuanji the next day, and when he woke up in the morning, he left the ruined temple on his own, as if he was still heading for the city.

But at night, he also walked back to the ruined temple in the dark, continued to paint according to Yu Xuanji, and fell asleep when he was tired.

Time passed slowly, and before you knew it, half a month was over.

Yu Xuanji kept staring at the trembling talisman, and occasionally followed the old man to the city to buy some food.

It's just that the two stopped talking, and the only connection was that in the evening, the old man was still painting to Yu Xuanji.

Half a month later, one night.

The wind was whistling fiercely, and the goose feathers and heavy snow were flying.

The crushed snow scattered into the wind, taking advantage of the force of the strong wind, even blew open the dilapidated gate, and fell a lot in the temple.

The old man who was asleep, woke up for some reason, as if he was a different person, and there was no madness on his face. He picked up a charcoal pencil and began to draw:
Yu Xuanji watched quietly.

With only a few strokes, it actually outlines the rough rivers, mountains and cities.

While painting, the old man wept.

Withered and old face, tears left along the wrinkles.

With the fierce howling wind.

Between the two of them, with only a charcoal pencil, in Yu Xuanji's eyes, the old man actually drew a bustling abode, a bustling street, and a beautiful woman.

There are dandy men, wearing fresh clothes, riding steeds, admiring fireworks in the lanterns, listening to preaching in the pear orchard, reading books in their spare time, and smiling constantly.

After that, everything is like an ink painting, slowly dissipating, and finally only the rough rivers and mountains outlined by charcoal are left.

click.

The few remaining charcoal pencils suddenly broke with a sound.

Between Moshan and Huihe, there is a little break.

Mountains and rivers collapsed.

The old man threw down the charcoal pencil, sat up suddenly, looked around, glanced at Yu Xuanji, and finally opened the dilapidated door.

While walking, the qi and blood are not strong, and the movements are not heroic, but it gives people a sense of fierceness and domineering, one person walking alone in the world, like a tiger descending a mountain or a dragon crossing a river.

hula.

The gate of the temple was wide open, and there was a lot of wind.

Crushed snow kneaded into the wind and surged towards the temple.

The old man looked up at the sky and let the snowflakes fall on his face without saying a word.

Yu Xuanji said softly, "The drawing is finished."

The originally silent old man didn't turn around, just shook his head, and in a hoarse voice,
"I can't draw well, here, where can I draw well?"

Yu Xuanji looked at the charcoal drawing with tough lines and unique technique, and said, "Using this stroke, the drawing is already done."

The old man was silent, closed the door, and sat cross-legged opposite Yu Xuanji, with his back straight and his hands propped on the ground, not taking his eyes off the charcoal drawing on the ground, and suddenly laughed at himself:
"The pen is not that pen, and the sky is no longer that sky. Looking back on 20 years, it seems like a lifetime away."

Yu Xuanji listened silently, only seeing the value symbol in front of him trembling crazily.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

With a calm expression on his face, he picked up the value talisman on the ground, looked down, and the hexagram gradually stabilized:

"The way of heaven is impermanent, and the way of Tao is inaction. Inaction does not lie in deliberate actions or inaction, as long as you do something. Mr. Song thinks too much."

The old man did not speak, not a word.

Yu Xuanji sighed, "Cang Tian is not dead, Huang Tian is dead."

After saying that, he put the amulet into his sleeve, got up and prepared to leave.

Pushing open the door, the wind and snow are even bigger, but the road is ahead.

He plunged into the snowstorm.

And at this moment, only a silly voice sounded from behind:
"Where is it?"

Yu Xuanji was silent for a while, "In my heart."

After saying that, he got into the snowstorm and closed the door.

The old man didn't speak any more, he pulled the thatch under Yu Xuanji's buttocks, put it in front of him, and fell asleep.

Under the thatched grass, the river of ink brush and gray is slowly blurring.

The wind and snow outside the temple also intensified.

It's just that no more shards of snow entered the temple.

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(End of this chapter)