In the early morning of the next day, Yun Zhong went to visit the homes of several squires, without telling the man the ins and outs. He went out in the early morning and returned at noon.
However, the man did not see anything unusual in the young man's expression. He hesitated for a while but remained silent. He suppressed his doubts and went to the kitchen table to arrange the dishes alone. After all, he did not bother to ask. Two sentences about the situation.
The young man ignored it and sat down on the wicker chair. He gently took off the yellow rope and blew a breath. The latter turned into a yellow dragon that shook its head and swayed its tail. It spit out half of its long scarlet tongue and came to Yun Zhong. Look. Then I planned to ask the young man to comb and comb the fine scales of his fur. After all, he often smoothed and combed the raccoon slave's fur. Putting aside the rest, the young man's method of smoothing the fur was very suitable for Huang Long. At least it was much better than that of Yan Jiaqing, which was very suitable for Huang Long. Therefore, no matter whether there are strangers around or not, the yellow rope is always eager to try, and can't help but turn into the true form of a yellow dragon, which makes the young man rub his forehead two or three times, and he seems to be very well-behaved.
"Today, I went to see those squires. They said they were squires. To put it harshly, they were just local snakes. They always thought that they might make other people's flesh and blood, and then mold their fine scales and four legs into swallowing them. The clouds are spitting mist straight into the sky." Yun Zhong straightened out Huanglong's mane carefully without delaying his words, but it didn't sound like he was talking to Huanglong, but it sounded like he was talking to himself, combing the two manes that were not neatly arranged. Mao pulled him away and continued.
"It wasn't until I met those people today that I realized that even the local gangsters' methods were more complicated and profound than I initially thought. They were probably thinking that I came here to ask for guilt. After all, what I did yesterday I'm afraid the news about the kidnapping has long been suppressed, so when I went to visit this time, everyone was respectful and polite. Two of them were already beating their chests before they even mentioned the kidnapping. The purpose is to stack the money in one place and repair the houses for the people here in order. However, since it is a message, now the money is returned to the people here one after another. .”
"It's really a great skill." The young man's hands shook for a moment, and he pulled away a bunch of Huang Long's mane. The latter looked back at Yun Zhong in pain, but found that the young man's face was unusually cold, and he couldn't help but feel guilty, and he didn't dare to go. Look at his skin.
"What happened yesterday, I think you and I both have good memories. Taking advantage of the time when I wasn't drinking, I used tricks to influence my state of mind and almost got rid of those rogue people. Don't you think I've forgotten it?" Sure enough, the young man He looked at Huang Long coldly with no expression at all, "Although I know that Mr. Yan drinks heavily all day long to get rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind, but when it is your turn to take action seriously, you still can barely resist the weirdness in the acupoints and meridians. It only takes one hand to take away the lives of those few people. If it were not for the cultivation of the formation, those few people would have already reached the Naihe Bridge."
Huanglong can control the minds of others, and its methods are unpredictable. The most difficult thing is to be silent. Often, people don't even know that Huanglong is causing trouble, and their state of mind has changed. If they don't come back to their senses as soon as possible, I'm afraid it will already be... All things are done according to Huang Long's mind, and only after the fact is hindsight, realizing that the taste is wrong is of no help.
Yesterday, Yun Zhong actually had some murderous thoughts. It turned out that he saw those women who were a little half-clothed. He also heard that although these gangsters were entrusted by those squires to steal money, they could get rid of them. In addition, he often bullied the villagers. In addition to forcing Yunzhong's trustees to disperse the money, he also wanted to steal more, so for a while, he had a murderous intention in his heart. It probably suited Huang Long's thoughts, so Yun Zhong originally planned to just beat him out of the village, but when he actually entered the mansion, he used Huang Long's inner energy to use his inner martial arts, and almost killed two of them. The man's head was smashed, but fortunately he recovered his strength in time and hurriedly drank two or three sips of wine before he could drive away the thoughts in his mind. In the end, he only broke a few people's arms before slowly leaving the mansion.
It was obvious that the young man had no expression at all, but Huang Long was so suppressed that he did not dare to look up.
"At first, I thought it was a good thing that Mr. Yan lived a carefree life and gained magical powers comparable to those in the four realms for nothing. Although he never wanted to take up the fisherman's job, he still thought it was not bad. Now he takes it seriously After taking over this business, I found that it was difficult to move forward, and I don't know what you are asking for, which is very suspicious." Yun Zhong no longer studied what he had just done in detail, but stood up slowly and joined the man who was busy on the stove. After saying hello and saying that things were settled, he just put Huang Long away and left.
After a few steps out, the man caught up with him, but he hesitated and couldn't speak. It wasn't until Yun Zhong looked at the man with a suspicious expression that the latter forced a smile, took out a letter from his very fat waist, and considered his words for a moment before speaking. It has been a long time since I sent a letter home to my girl. The reason is that I am very ashamed, and I also feel that I can’t bear to be embarrassed, so I haven’t sent a letter for two or three years in a row. Although he still felt that he was owed a debt at the moment, Yun Zhong had probably scolded himself to wake up a little in the past two days, and realized that instead of making up for the responsibilities of being a father over the years, he had owed more.
Now that the young man is about to leave, the man said that it was only then that he got up early this morning and racked his brains to write three or five long letters. However, he has been delaying it until now, and then he was willing to put aside his dignity and entrust the young man to write this bulging letter. Take the family letter back to Baiqiong Tower on Bafang Street.
"You must have scolded a young man of such an age so harshly that your whole body was sweating. It sounded very polite, but your face was alternately red and white. At that time, you almost had a fight with the young master. It's so heartless to think about it." It was rare for him to put away his respect. The man bowed this time, but Yun Zhong didn't notice the slightest bit of respect and caution.
"I think more highly of my brother now than I did yesterday, not much, just a little bit."
The young man in black smiled lightly, but he still didn't say much good things to the man. He just took the letter with two fingers and compared the thickness of the envelope. "It's probably just a little bit. Now that I am in Baiqiong Tower, I don't have to worry about food and clothing. I don't need anything." There is only such a small amount of thick letters. Since it is already against your conscience, why bother yourself, lingering in card games all day long, or getting drunk? Don’t forget that the money was used by your own children and daughters. I don’t care how I use it in exchange for it, but at least I can’t squander it like this.”
The young man went on the road without looking back. The man behind him sat on the ground and cried loudly.
The journey along the way was originally dull. The young man had never ridden a green ox before. There was no need to be too anxious during the leisurely stroll. Instead, he took advantage of the pleasure to travel around the mountains and rivers, see deep pools, see green trees, see deep forests, see elk, and even relax his mind. It was such a joy to travel around the mountains and play in the water, even the formation practice was temporarily put on hold. During the two or three days of the journey, I would either rest my head on the moss and look at the stars and the moon when I felt sleepy, or I would suddenly turn back and go to catch him. The two young rabbits were playfully teased and then released back to the mountain. They were leisurely and leisurely, but for a moment they didn't want to think about what was going on in Bafang Street.
However, on the fourth day, when Yun Zhong was getting over his travels and was about to return home, he met a blind gentleman who was dressed differently from a Taoist. He only wore common people's clothes and carried two pockets on his back, and he rubbed shoulders with Yun Zhong. Ji Jie stopped the latter and said that Yunzhong was probably having some happy events recently. If he didn't mind, he would be willing to do some divination.
Mr. Blind did not mention any money, but instead unfolded the package behind his back. In addition to pens, ink, paper and inkstones, there was also a compass with densely packed ink characters on it.
"Young hero, you might as well write your surname in the center of the compass. Although we, an old man, did not learn this skill from Taoism, this compass is a first-class good object. It can predict good and bad luck and fortune. Just write it. The surname can be used to deduce the future fortune of the young hero. Although it is not allowed to reveal too many secrets, no matter what, if you are physically and mentally comfortable in auspicious situations, and be careful in everything in bad situations, you may be able to resolve many disasters."
This gentleman was really blind, and he didn't care. He opened his empty eyelids and grinned. He said that he didn't accept money, and he didn't rely on this ability to make a living. He just liked to study such mysterious methods. If he delayed Mrs. Yun Zhong, After a lot of effort, I even planned to give some loose money to express my gratitude.
With nothing to do, Yun Zhong naturally agreed. The old man in front of him was very cheerful, so he naturally sat down cross-legged, got a pen and inkstone, wrote a cloud character, handed the compass to the old man's hand, and waited peacefully. .
"According to the old man's compass, the young man came from outside. It may not be far away, but it is difficult to reach the sky. Ordinary people would not even think about coming here, but you are destined to do so." The old gentleman smacked his lips, his long eyebrows drooped, and he hesitated for a moment, "Look, this word is well written. It was sharp at first glance, but when you look at it again, it's all gone. I should get some benefits from coming here this time, but it's a pity that the young hero is so Destiny is really weird. Even if benefits fall in front of you, you may not be able to take them. Since the young hero is kind-hearted and willing to let the old man spend a lot of time, I will give the young man two maxims and remember them carefully. "
After the strangely dressed old gentleman left, Yun Zhong frowned slightly, picked up a bamboo slip left by the old man, and looked at it carefully. This blind gentleman clearly had no trace of a cultivator in his body. Even if Yun Zhong paid more attention and allowed Huang Long to peek around the old man, there would be nothing strange, but his words were very reliable.
The bamboo slips read: There is a Pleiades official in the underworld, God always brings misfortune to the people, the number of sands in both hands is like scattered blessings, Chaimen's sword and horse cross the cloud mountain.
Yun Zhong thought silently for a long time, but after all he was puzzled by its meaning. He frowned and thought about it again and again, but he still kicked the bamboo slip into his arms and looked back at the back of the blind old man, only to find that the old man was clenching a yellow and hard bamboo stick. With the stick, he struck the front to block him, and walked away step by step.
