But he shared the dream with Jun [Rebirth]

Pingshuo five years, deep winter.

The goose feather and heavy snow arrived unexpectedly, and passers-by on the road wrapped up in cotton jackets and rushed home one after another.The old woman fell behind the crowd because she had no time to clean up the vegetable stall.By the time she finished wrapping up the face towel and was rushing home with a basket, there was no one on the road.

One basket is unsold cabbage, and the other basket is the youngest son whose face is purple from the cold.

When they passed a certain bare tree in the town, someone stopped them.

Hat buckle made of small red bells, black robe and straw sandals, messy colors painted on his face, and a strangely shaped staff in his bony left hand.

a wizard.

Believers of the witch religion, in this country where everyone believes in the blood religion, it is not an exaggeration to say that people shout and beat them.The wizard was very old, and he leaned against a tree beside him and gasped for a long time.

"Let me do a divination for your son," begged the old wizard.

"Heretic, no matter how you know... Take your rags and get lost!"

"I……"

"it is good."

The old wizard and the old woman looked at the three-year-old boy in the basket in astonishment.

Nie Zhen struggled to get out and came to the wizard, his eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry that did not match his age.

After the old wizard was astonished, he turned into dancing ecstasy, his bone-like fingers trembling.

"I really didn't admit my mistake..."

Nie Zhen was a little confused.

He began to tell his prophecy, the words broke through the barriers of tone and region, and conveyed a clear meaning: "You will become the only national teacher, the co-lord of the world... Also, Guibu told me that the end is the beginning, and the beginning is the end end……"

Nie Chen climbed back into the basket expressionlessly.

Before he crossed over, the old beggars at the temple fair in his hometown were more foolish than this old man.

The adoptive mother picked up the pole again, without leaving any extra glances at the wizard.

Nie Zhen tilted his head, thinking about the survival of wizards.Do you want to go back and throw him a few coins, lest he freeze to death on the street?

It was windy and snowy, and when he looked at the road he had just passed, there was no one there.

The author has something to say:

The protagonist's name before crossing is Li Zhen, and he will appear later.