The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Xuanlong did not accept Hua Jue's proposal to change the subject.The man looked down at him, and said indifferently: "He has a strong evil spirit, he is not a good person, you should stay away from him."

Hua Jue was taken aback.

The City Lord's Mansion and Hua's House are facing each other, only one street away, and they are familiar with both sides. When Hua Jue was a child, he would often climb to the lotus pond in the mansion to dig water chestnuts openly, leaving half for his grandma and the other half for Mr. Sang .Before he could remember, Grandma Hua had saved the life of the castellan's wife. Since then, the people in the castellan's mansion have taken extra care of their family. This is why Hua Jue can be a free student in the most famous private school. , The reason for opening a fortune-telling shop in the most prosperous area of ​​Gangneung.

But Hua Jue didn't know these things, he didn't have any concept of "going through the back door".In Hua Jue's perception, Mr. Sang will always be the young man with a gentle smile who holds an umbrella for him. Every time he comes over, he will bring a few live fish, mention tea eggs and a sugar painting, and walk away. I asked Hua Jue to borrow a few books before, saying that the books here are not available outside, so it is worth the favor and counted as borrowing materials.

Hua Jue looked at Xuanlong, and confirmed blankly: "Bad air?"

Xuanlong seemed a bit lazy to pay attention to him, but he still answered with all his heart from the perspective of a dragon: "He has the smell of seven killings on him, which is very bad. If he didn't commit murders in his early years, he must be haunted by evil spirits."

When he said this, Hua Jue had reached into his sleeve pocket and was groping, wondering if he could find something like a consecrated protective bead to send to the husband. Dragging him to the front: "Okay, that person hasn't had any accidents for so many years, and nothing will happen to him in the future. Is this where you make money?"

Hua Jue gently removed the hand that was holding her, and decided to have a good talk with the broken-sleeved dragon: "Wait a minute, let's make it clear first, I can still tell the difference between good and bad people. Mr. Sang is not a bad person. I see him on weekdays, and I don’t find anything haunting him. Mr. Sang fought with the city lord for many years, so it is inevitable to be contaminated with axes and axes. When it comes to evil spirits, those evil Taoists Isn't the evil spirit heavier and more unpleasant? According to the book, Robber Zhiyanyuan is not divided like you, good or bad depends on the person."

Xuanlong stopped.Hua Jue is usually gentle, but he has a rare nagging temper, especially a guy who protects his weaknesses. Whenever he is serious, he always looks like this, and he stares at him without blinking.

The two were close, staring at each other with big eyes, Hua Jue's eyes were serious, and Xuan Long's eyes were indifferent.

After a while, it was Xuanlong who turned his gaze first, and said in a neutral voice: "As you wish."

These two words were pronounced hard, the fat-headed raccoon cat walked over and raised its head and barked a few times, Xuanlong leaned over to pick it up, and walked to another road in the rain.

Hua Jue was a little angry at his attitude: "My shop is not in this direction... Please return my cat to me."

Hua Dabao howled, and moved Xuanlong's shoulder twice, as if hesitating where to go.Xuanlong didn't look back, but after walking a few steps, he gently put Hua Dabao on the ground, and then walked forward.

He didn't hold an umbrella, but this dragon may be a water-controlling dragon. The bean-sized, dense raindrops shattered before they touched him, scattered into invisible thin water and fell to the ground. There was no trace of water, and the dumb black sleeves had sucked up the darkness just like his eyes, almost disappearing in the gray rainy day.

Hua Dabao circled around Hua Jue, Hua Jue watched Xuanlong disappearing at the corner of the street, after hesitating for a while, he still chased after him, because he suddenly remembered why he had to turn back - he originally planned to give this Tiaolong reminded him not to show off in the near future, it is better to go back to the river earlier... As a result, the two had a half-hearted quarrel when they met, but they had nothing to say.

When he turned the corner, he found that the person had disappeared.There was only one steamed stuffed bun shop with lights on in the empty street, Hua Jue sighed, squatted down and asked Hua Dabao, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Hua Dabao ignored him, and ran over to the steamed stuffed bun shop directly, Hua Jue had to spend money to buy two vegetable buns and two meat buns, with a small stack of meat on bamboo sticks.On the way, Hua Dabao ate so happily that he almost buried his head in the food box, but Hua Jue looked around, looking for the trace of Xuanlong.

Are you leaving?

Or... angry?

Demons and ghosts are often hostile to people, and looking at Xuanlong, such hostility seems to be particularly deep, except for Hua Jue.

Intuitively, Mr. Sang is a good person, and Xuanlong also has no malice towards him.Hua Jue never got angry for long, so after feeding the bamboo stick meat to Hua Dabao, he kept the four buns in his arms and prepared to go home.

On the way, he took a detour to the place where he usually set up a stall, picked up a book and flipped through it.It was a strange story called "Three Greens", which told all the anecdotes and strange things in the world. In some stories, people climbed the highest mountain in the world, faced the deepest abyss in the world, lifted the Kun with a fishing rod, and the thing came out of the water Then it turns into a Peng that covers the sky and the sun, and the fisherman finally dies on a snow-capped mountain; in some stories, people take the craftsman bird to reunite with their husbands, but they fall to death with the wooden bird on the bank of the Wangchuan River just before giving birth... ...Hua Jue especially cherishes this book, remembering every inch of it clearly.

He opened a certain page, saw a line of familiar handwriting, and confirmed that he remembered it correctly: "Shaohaiyanzi..."

There are rumors that people who go to sea cannot bring winged pets such as chaffinches on board, otherwise they will encounter shipwreck.Because the dragon in the sea feeds on burnt swallows, birds are destined not to fly over the sea. If they bring birds on board, the dragon will mistake the entire ship for its own food.This is the reason why the ancients wrote a poem that "burning the rhinoceros to illuminate the strange ghosts before time, and wanting to drive the burning swallows out of the diving dragon".

Compared with Phoenix, which only eats bamboo, Dragon's taste is relatively close to the people.

Hua Jue became worried again: "Burning Haiyan... Where can I sell this stuff?"

Jiangling is located in the hinterland of the southeast, and Huajue grows so long that I have never seen Dalian Hai, let alone Haiyanzi.After thinking twice, he crossed the street and found a shop selling roast chicken, thinking: "It should be about the same..."

The owner of the roast chicken shop greeted him with a smile: "Hey, little flower, don't you eat vegetarian food and fish? I'll add some marinated quail eggs for you, do you want it?"

Hua Jue scratched her head: "There are guests, thank you boss."

He sent a message to the boss, and then walked back with a lot of things in his arms. As he walked, he found that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the strong wind picked up suddenly, making people's feet weak, and they were almost blown up.Hua Jue saw that if she continued to open her umbrella, the ribs might be blown off by the wind, she couldn't even go home, so she hurried to her small shed, took off her outer shirt, and put it on a charcoal basin to dry.

There has been too much rain recently, Hua Jue looked at the water flowing into several streams outside the door, and slowly stroked the three yin and yang coins in his hand, thinking about whether to calculate the sky.

As if he could detect the wishes in his heart, a stranger's voice suddenly came from the door: "Kanyu Cetian actually shortens his life, because this kind of thing is not qualified for ordinary people... such a trivial matter as the weather, if you can count it, you can't count it." Well, Mr. Hua Xiao is not a person who blindly believes in the way of heaven, if it is raining and windy, why don't you just let him go?"

Hua Jue raised her head, and saw a young man dressed in black coming from the door. He was dressed the same as yesterday's group of Taoist priests, except that it was more refined and luxurious, and he was wearing a dark feather coat.The young man tilted his head and smiled at him, making him feel very familiar, Hua Jue immediately remembered——

This is the boy who stood at the head of the bridge yesterday and summoned three thunderbolts!

Hua Jue stood up abruptly, staring at him warily, while Hua Dabao frowned beside him, with his tail raised high, his throat making a gurgling sound, and his eyes were fierce.

There was a calm smile on the young man's face, and he made a slight hissing gesture, but continued the previous topic and said: "Don't count. Because the sky is unstable and the rain is pouring, it is... the dragon is sad. "

In the south of the city, opposite the City Lord's Mansion, the owner of the small yard is not at home, the doors and windows are closed, but the courtyard door is open, as if someone has come in.

Xuanlong lay on the bed in the bedroom, facing the wall, quietly looking at the thing in his hand: it was a piece of pitch-black scales, and there was a small section of smooth and delicate keel.

Dragon scales can cure all diseases, and dragon bones can make people live forever, but that person doesn't want it.

That person just wants him back.

Walking around, he still walked back here.

He touched the dragon scale with his fingertips, and then rubbed it lightly, as if he wanted to polish it brighter.Soon, some small shadows emerged from the dragon scales—not the shadows reflected by his dark and deep eyes, but the shadows on them had colors, lights and shadows, as if the scene had reappeared, and it was his memory.

By the water's edge of a deep pool, a man sat on a rock and soaked his feet in the water.A black dragon floated up in the water, and he touched the dragon's head.

Long asked him: "Why are you planning to be reincarnated in the human world? You told me before that people are very bad things."

The man smiled: "I didn't think about it either. I'll tell you when I find the answer after I go there, okay?"

Long nodded and stopped talking.That person never lied to him, and if he didn't think about it, he didn't think about it. They both gave each other complete trust.

This trust is enough to last from the moment they met until death.

After a while, Long thought of another question: "Then how can I find you? I never know, are you a demon, a god, or a ghost?"

It climbed onto the man's leg, and the man held it in his arms, clinging to him tightly, still saying: "I also...don't know." There was a slight sense of loss in his tone.But soon, the man regained his joy and held one of its paws: "Let's exchange tokens. When you hand over the tokens to me, I'll know you're here."

He cut off a short section of his hair out of nowhere, and handed it to him: "You can't transform into a human form yet, but I can see that your appearance will definitely be extremely beautiful in the future. I'm waiting for you to come to me...to marry me .” As he spoke, he laughed again, his brows and eyes were gentle and clean.

The dragon knows what marriage is, and he has told it many stories. He likes the stories of marriage, and it likes it too.

Long carefully put away those strands of soft hair, and told him with some embarrassment: "I...have nothing, I don't know what I can give you."

The human said: "Dragon bones can make people live longer, dragon scales can cure all diseases, you are a dragon, you are very powerful." He patted its head: "But pulling out scales and cutting bones is too painful, I don't want your things now. On the day you ascend, you will be reborn and reshape your spiritual body, I just want a small piece of tailbone that you took off when you grew up, and you can keep it for me."

Long nodded, and put the other paw in his palm: "You have to remember."

In a moment, the past disappeared.

Xuanlong was lying on the bed, gradually losing his grip on the scale.He was familiar with the breath in the bed. He felt a high fever all over his body, but he only felt cold.The flashing brilliance in the scales faded slowly, and his hot breath swept over the keel, and over his hand holding a sachet—the sachet was the best thing he found in the world, A few strands of hair can be kept inside without worrying about losing it all the time.

He put the dragon bones and dragon scales into the small bag, and put it on his heart.After waiting for so long, he never waited for Hua Jue to come home, nor did he come to find him, so he wrapped himself in the quilt and slowly fell asleep.

The author has something to say: The thing is actually like this... If Xuanlong is not angry, there will be no heavy rain, and if there is no heavy rain, Huahua will go home and send him food, Xuanlong will not be so sad...

Forcibly throw the pot to Xuanlong!