The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Hua Jue went to listen to the storytelling anyway.

Yesterday he finished paying back Phoenix Tears, and when Taoist Qinggong invited him to the appointment, he pretended not to hear.But he was lying in the quiet room of the city lord's mansion, and after listening to his chest-voiced, broken exhalation for a while, he decided to take this trip, wanting to see what the other party was planning.

He stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and saw the fingertips faintly glowing blue.After a while, his door was knocked three times, and then it fell silent.Hua Jue opened his mouth, the first word was dumb in his throat, and then said a few times with a little panic before he said: "It will be ready soon." After speaking, he changed into a thick heavy brocade robe and wrapped it in a Armed with a fox fur cloak, he opened the door and went out.

Of course, the fox fur does not belong to him, nor does the heavy brocade. These clothes are [-]% new clothes. Hua Jue can't afford to cut such good clothes even if she sells herself. He borrowed them from the city lord's mansion. outfit.

Mr. Sang waited outside the door, and when he saw him coming out, he stuffed another delicate small heater into his hand.Hua Jue asked him about whether he could go out, Mr. Sang agreed, but insisted on being with him, so he packed the carriage and other trivial matters in advance and waited here.The accountant was dressed thinly, but with a calm demeanor, looked at Hua Jue, who was covered with only one face, and smiled: "This business is only a waste of going out, you should go out with us for a spring break. "

Hua Jue blinked, Mr. Sang pulled him into the car, stepped up a few steps and sat down next to him, then patted his head: "Chunshi is drinking, raise your glass and look at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind."

Hua Jue continued to blink, and Mr. Sang smiled again: "I'm saying you are a good-looking kid, why do you look stupid."

Hua Jue hugged the stove and looked away embarrassedly.He is not interested in poetry and wine, and has always thought that he has no culture. Now he is wearing a few new clothes. Mr. Sang is willing to compare him to the young man in the fairy song. He should be happy to hear that, but he is not very good at the moment. Laughing, you can only avoid the other party's sight.

Ever since he fell ill, he has always felt uneasy in his heart, and there is a string of panic in his heart, which seems to be unshakable by external and external affairs.Hua Jue's mind was distracted, and after a while, she thought that this was probably a natural reaction when the time of death was approaching.His death was different from others, the shadow of a dragon was tied to the other end of the string.

He couldn't tell anyone about these things.

On the other side, the young accountant was peeling the shells of crab roe and melon seeds, and saved up half a palm of sweet and crisp melon seeds, ready to hand them to him.Mr. Sang yelled a few times but didn't move, only then did he realize that Hua Jue was in a daze, thinking about something preoccupied.

This kid had a crush on him since he was a child, and everyone in Jiangling knew about it.But Sang Yi knows how to measure, and has always kept the relationship between the two of them between the elder and the younger. Hua Jue also foolishly guessed, thinking that he didn't know.Their relationship is both teacher and friend, and they are all people who respect each other, and there has been no difference in the past ten years.Hua Jue used to be shy when he came to him, but she had never been distracted like this before. This kid is not in a good mood recently, and Hua Jue also seemed absent-minded during his probing conversation just now.

Half of the sleeves were pressed by the stove, revealing the boy's white and slender arms.Mr. Sang took a look and frowned when he saw the blue-black color spreading from the tiger's mouth to his palm.But he didn't say anything, he casually tapped Hua Jue, passed the melon seeds over, and pulled down his sleeves for him: "Don't catch a cold."

The carriage soon arrived at the riverside.

Hua Jue opened the curtain of the carriage a crack, pulled the window sill to look out.Sang Yi pulled him back, whispered to the coachman to park the carriage closer, and then put a curtain on the window, which not only blocked the wind, but also allowed a clear view of the scene outside: a small shed was erected at the end of the bridge, A low bench was dragged to barely serve as a table, and a storyteller's board was placed on it.

There was no rain today, and many people gathered around to watch the excitement. He heard the storyteller tell a story about the Rabbit God, and then changed the subject, just as Hua Jue expected, he talked about a dragon. past.

Hua Jue sat upright, and listened attentively.

The story told by this person was a little different from what Wumei had told him before: the storyteller skipped the part of Tianxiao, and directly told the story of Xuanlong's ascension.

"This dragon failed to pass the catastrophe, and its cultivation base was completely lost. You know, once a thousand years of cultivation base is wiped out, no one can bear it, but that dragon is bad and stupid. If it doesn't follow the right path, it will become a demon. , swallowed his brothers and sisters who came to rescue him alive, and flooded the watery land where it was born and raised it, ruining the lives of three thousand people."

The storyteller patted the ruler with a "slap", and said angrily, "How cruel! How terrifying! In order to catch it, three thunderbolts and fires fell from the sky, but the beast survived by luck; The siege was actually broken up by it. It has been hiding for more than ten years, and countless gods and demons and human lives have been folded in its hands. It is such a sinful crime. In the end, it is thanks to a Taoist priest that this It surrenders."

The storyteller cleared his throat, and shouted loudly: "That Taoist is Taoist Priest Qinggong, a Ruyi Taoist who has cultivated heaven!"

"You bullshit!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a voice retorting immediately, as fast as lightning.The storyteller's face was caught off guard by the refutation, and he looked around but couldn't find who was speaking.

Those with sharp ears discovered that the sound came from a carriage parked on one side.The carriage was not very eye-catching, it stopped by the bridge, as if it was just passing by, and listened to it along the way.But all the Jiangling people present became quiet and looked in that direction in unison.

Hua Jue hid in the car, covered her mouth and apologized to Mr. Sang: "Mr. Sang, yes, I'm sorry, I just..."

Only the storyteller by the bridge didn't know what happened, and said with a sigh of relief: "Which son of a bitch disturbed Lao Tzu's scene? If you want to listen or not, if you don't listen, you will get out. Are you so disappointed! You have the guts to say it again." once?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand protruded from the carriage, and someone lifted the curtain and stepped off the carriage.As everyone saw, a very good-looking man with a very gentle bearing was leaning there with arms folded, with a calm look in his eyes.Mr. Sang clapped his hands: "Say it again? I mean you can't tell a bad story at all. If you take this story to a teahouse, any guest can tell it better than you. In other words, you fart."

The last three words were spoken in a calm manner, but everyone could see a bit of heroic spirit from that smiling face. They never thought that this bookkeeper, who was full of scholarly temperament, would have such a murderous side.

Sang Yi glanced at that person: "Grandson Gui, you are impatient and dare to scold us little Huaer?"

Hua Jue pressed her face against the gauze curtain, dumbfounded.

"Those who set up stalls without approval and seize the east-west intersection will be fined [-] yuan. Those who confuse the public with false rumors will be taken into custody." Mr. Sang said, "They are all gone. I will take this person back to rectify the king's law. Sorry for the inconvenience. It made everyone feel good. Today there is a new girl playing the zither in the teahouse, so if you don’t mind, go there and listen to it. I’ll invite you for tea.”

As soon as the crowd heard such a good thing, they immediately cheered and said that there was nothing to be sorry for, and rushed to the teahouse in a swarm.There was only one lonely storyteller left, he quickly packed his things and prepared to run, but was held down by two people one behind the other, and dragged towards this side.

Hua Jue was a little dazed, and he secretly asked Mr. Sang, "Are you really going to take him back?"

Mr. Sang said: "It's okay, I happen to have some questions to ask him, which have nothing to do with you."

The man was dragged away, struggled a few times to no avail, and suddenly shouted hoarsely: "What I said is true! The evil dragon entered the world, it is in Jiangling, and it wants to eat people! Why do you say I am Bewitching people!"

Mr. Sang smiled and said the same three words: "You fart."

Hua Jue silently covered her face, trying to filter this sentence out of her mind.Sang Yi patted him on the shoulder, and when she was about to say something to him, she suddenly heard a loud bang from the sky——

The two looked over at the same time, and saw a large cloud of black mist emerging from the gradually changing clouds in the sky, appearing and disappearing from time to time.It was a black mist the size of several hills, gathered and gathered to form a snake-shaped, painfully twisted trace, which stayed in the sky for a moment as if frozen, and then dissipated and disappeared without warning.

In that direction, flocks of birds flew out of the forest, screaming in terror.The weather changed, the sky was clear just now, but suddenly it was covered with dark clouds and the thunder was rolling. Everyone knew that the sky was about to change. The people on the ground did not pay much attention to the snake-like black shadow in the sky, nor did they see it disappear. At that time, people hurriedly changed directions, preparing to go home to hide from the rain.Only Hua Jue seemed to be nailed there, motionless.

He recognized that it was Xuanlong.

What's up with him?

He subconsciously wanted to run in that direction, but Mr. Sang firmly stopped him: "Come back with me, little flower."

Hua Jue opened her eyes wide and eagerly explained to him: "Mr. Sang, I want to go."

The accountant who had always tolerated and pampered him refused to promise him anything this time.He stuffed Hua Jue back into the car, and reprimanded him like a child: "What happened in the past? Why don't you act like you haven't grown up? You have to go and have a look when the weather changes. You are sick now, at least you have to wait until the rain stops." Go out again."

His tone was very calm, nothing unusual.Hua Jue slowly came to her senses: "Mr. Sang, you...didn't see anything strange?"

"What?" Sang Yi kicked the kidnapped man to sit under the grid, and turned to ask Hua Jue.Hua Jue remained silent.

Mr. Sang couldn't see it, so he couldn't express his intentions.

Sitting in the carriage going back, he felt the string of panic in his heart tighten and tighten, which made him breathless.He pretended to be calm, thinking of going back first, and sneaking out to look for the dragon when Mr. Sang was away, but he didn't notice that his tightly clasped fingers revealed his restless heart.Sang Yi looked at him quietly, her eyes became a little unpredictable.

When they got there, Hua Jue rushed into the room quickly, announcing that she wanted to sleep.Sang Yi let him go, but when she turned around, she took the storyteller to prison and tied him up like a twist.

The young accountant brought a cup of tea and a long whip in his hand: "Speak."

The storyteller struggled for a moment, and was still thinking hard about what to say, so as to make a fool of himself with the person in front of him, when he slammed the whip on his face with a crisp sound, and the barbed tail of the whip hit him directly. The upper half of his chin was cut off, and blood flowed out.

"Three lashes at this place, and the water you drink will leak from here in the future. Four lashes, and you won't be able to drink water in the future." Sang Yi said, "Five lashes, your spine will break here. Give me another You are half an incense stick... the Taoist priests of the Qinggong Taoist sect, do you know if you are afraid of death?" He said gently. "What is your relationship with Xiaohua'er, what is your relationship with his illness, why do you pretend to be a storyteller and come here to deceive the public... Tell me honestly, otherwise the Jade Emperor will not be able to save you."

On the other side, Hua Jue waited in the room for a long while, guessing that the city owner and Mr. Sang had both gone to take a nap, and then secretly prepared to run out.But he didn't expect that as soon as he stepped out of the room, he was politely asked to leave by the two servants: "Mr. Hua Xiao, rest well, Mr. Sang told us to take good care of you."

Hua Jue was startled, hurriedly closed the door and retreated.He lived on the second floor, went back and opened the window again, looked down, only to see a few people standing in the place where the weeds grew under his window.Hearing the sound of the window overhead, those people looked up and met Hua Jue's gaze.

Hua Jue: "..."

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and his heart throbbed more and more painfully.He pressed hard on his heart, beating himself as if discouraged, deeply feeling that he was useless.

He slid down the wall slowly, hugged his package tightly, and whispered to whom he didn't know: "Let me out..."

He stretched out his hand to touch his package, and suddenly his heart moved, and he took out the jade carving pen.A calm and gentle aura flows on it, like the deep water hidden under the sea of ​​ice, suppressing all violent and violent things under it.Hua Jue couldn't see this, he only found that the moment he touched the pen, the pain in his heart suddenly eased a little.

The package was scattered, and Hua Jue put the judge's pen into her sleeve, and saw a dragon scale slipping out of it.It was dark and deep in color, with a clear herbaceous fragrance, a little bit bitter, with a gentle luster dancing on it, as if someone was watching him.

The author has something to say: Hua Jue: I am the only one in Jiangling who knows Xuanlong's true identity, and I want to protect him!Take responsibility for him!

Old doctor: Sorry, I knew it when I touched the bone.

Mr. Sang: Sorry, I know now too.

Xuanlong: ...Forget it, let me fend for myself.

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