In the crowd, the old Taoist priest looked at the high-spirited crowd, turned around silently, and was about to leave, his old Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.
But suddenly, a strong wind came, and the old Taoist priest turned around and saw Qin Jue, dressed in red clothes with cloud and thunder patterns, standing quietly behind him.
"you......"
"Your name is Zhang Yunlei, right?"
The old Taoist priest's eyes widened in disbelief: "How do you know my name??"
"Zhang Yunlei in Ziyang Temple." Qin Jue nodded and asked inexplicably: "Have you achieved anything famous in Ziyang Temple after practicing Taoism for forty years?"
Seeing that Qin Jue seemed to know him very well, the old Taoist priest became nervous and cupped his hands and said: "I'm not as talented as the Chief of General Staff. It's embarrassing to say that he has been practicing hard for forty years and hasn't learned any Taoism. He can only pretend to be a ghost. I just tell fortunes and find out the way, and occasionally go down the mountain to make a living."
"Not all Taoist priests are like this."
Qin Jue casually stretched out his palm.
"Since you said you can tell fortunes, look at mine."
The old Taoist priest smiled, nodded in agreement, stretched out his skinny fingers to press Qin Jue's palm, and observed seriously.
Qin Jue was not in a hurry and looked down at the old Taoist priest with a half-smile.
Ziyang Guan Zhang Yunlei is a genuine Taoist priest, but he is also the first old bastard who tricked Qin Jue in his previous life.
In his previous life, Qin Jue was desperate and fled deep into the mountains. He happened to enter Ziyang Temple and saw Zhang Yunlei, who was dressed in an immortal style. He was immediately shocked and worshiped at the mountain gate for three days and three nights. Only then was he able to worship at Ziyang Temple and get a corner to survive.
But later, Qin Jue discovered that Zhang Yunlei, an old bastard, actually knew nothing. The Taoist talismans he drew were of no use at all, but he still pretended to be an outsider all day long, making Qin Jue stupidly choose for him. Water carries firewood.
At this moment, watching Zhang Yunlei touch his palms to tell fortunes seriously, Qin Jue only felt a little funny.
This old bastard is still pretending to be a ghost.
But suddenly, the old Taoist priest opened his eyes and looked at Qin Jue with a frown, as if he had seen some clues.
Qin Juepi smiled and said, "What, the Taoist priest has seen my fate?"
The old Taoist priest said nothing and hurriedly touched Qin Jue's palm again. His expression became even more inexplicably nervous, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on his forehead.
This old bastard has a full range of acting skills...
Qin Jue was not in a hurry, and waited with a smile without urging.
"It's impossible... How is this possible... Nest! How is this possible? How can such a fate be possible in the world!!!"
The old Taoist priest shouted.
Qin Jue pretended to be panicked, but his eyes were very playful.
This old bastard loved to play tricks like this in his previous life. He tricked himself into carrying water and firewood for him for three whole months, and his hands and feet were covered with a thick layer of blood calluses.
"Taoist Priest, what's wrong with me!" Qin Jue asked in a panic, his eyes calm and playful.
The old Taoist priest swallowed, looked at Qin Jue blankly, and said with a trembling voice: "Your life is cut off..."
"Oh? Are you saying that I will die suddenly one day?"
"No, no, no! What I mean is, it's not that your future life is cut off, but that your future life is cut off."
The old Taoist priest's voice became lower and lower.
"It's as if...you were not born from your mother's womb, but appeared out of thin air..."
The wind seemed to be quiet, Qin Jue said nothing, only the noise of the nearby crowd echoed in the old Taoist priest's ears.
The old Taoist priest was puzzled and kept scratching his head. His messy and sticky hair kept having lice popping out. He stretched out his hand to grab Qin Jue's palm again.
"Maybe I saw it wrong."
"This kind of fate is bullshit."
"Gods are born and raised, let alone humans."
"Let me look again, let me look again, I must have made a mistake..."
Qin Jue did not stretch out his hand, but looked at the old Taoist priest meaningfully, then turned and left, waving his hand and saying: "You are pretending to be a ghost, talking nonsense, you can go find someone else."
Looking at Qin Jue's back, the old Taoist grinned and waved his hand: "I must have seen it wrong!"
"You don't know how to tell fortunes at all."
Qin Jue left here, but the sun was setting in the west, and on his face illuminated by the setting sun, from an angle that no one could see, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.
This old Taoist priest lied to me.
Seeing Qin Jue leaving, the old Taoist priest grinned for a long time before slowly withdrawing his smile, frowning and looking at his hands, constantly thinking about the fate he had just calculated.
"There is no destiny in the first half of life. It's like appearing out of thin air. Even a god can't do this. The so-called chief of national staff..."
The old Taoist priest's hair was wildly dancing, and he raised his eyes, as deep as the sea, as he watched Qin Jue gradually leave his field of vision.
.......
Dragon City has a river that runs through the entire city from south to north.
Many people died in the city, and the fierce men of Longcheng threw the bodies into Longjiang for simple disposal.
On the shore, vehicles disposing of corpses were coming and going.
Away from the hustle and bustle, where the water and grass are flourishing, Li Yuqing squatted by the river in a daze. The blond hair on the back of her head was blown into a bunch of dull hair by the river wind, and her eyes were empty.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded.
"Didn't you say that you would never return to Dragon City even if you die?"
Qin Jue stopped, stood behind Li Yuqing, and asked lightly.
Li Yuqing hurriedly touched her face, and a few tears drifted away in the wind. She showed her fawning look again, and said cautiously: "When I was picking up garbage, I saw my brother leaving Jiangcheng with others, so I followed him... ..."
"Pick up trash?"
"No food..."
"Doesn't the army distribute food to civilians?"
"It's not enough..." Li Yuqing's face quickly turned red and she whispered, "But I will eat less in the future..."
Li Yuqing touched her belly. In fact, she was also troubled by her large appetite.
When I was in school, those girls were always full after eating noodles, but she could eat three bowls in a row, with five large chicken drumsticks.
Because of her huge appetite, Li Yuqing often sits in the corner of the restaurant and eats all the food in silence, for fear of attracting strange looks from others.
Qin Jue looked at Li Yuqing helplessly, wondering why the angry-eyed King Kong was so stupid.
"No, follow me from now on. You'll have enough to eat and I won't starve you."
Qin Jue suddenly said this.
Li Yuqing was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and her face became even more rosy with excitement: "I, I, I...can I follow my brother?"
Looking at the naive and angry King Kong, Qin Jue smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, and touched someone's head for the first time. He rubbed Li Yuqing's blond hair and said softly: "It's hard to be so stupid in this world. To survive.”
Li Yuqing retorted weakly: "I'm not stupid, I'm very smart. When I pick up garbage, I always pick up food that has not expired..."
Qin Jue laughed loudly and asked, "Has the hatred between you and your father, Zhao Qinglong, reached the point of sworn hatred?"
