"Old man, let me figure out my martial arts fortune in the future. I think of you, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I have a long sword at my waist and I am invincible in all the battles. I only wish that a good man is still alive and I am more chivalrous and righteous. , I don’t have much money in my bag, and I haven’t been out of this pass, so I can’t really ask for advice from the heroes of the world..."
These words were indeed very heroic, but the owner of the wine stall nearby only had a sad look on his face.
This group of ruffians often came from home to beg for drinks, but the money they gave them couldn't even afford the liquor grains. Instead, they only had a few broken swords on their waists, which made people dare not say anything.
Poor family, they still want to sell some money to buy their lives before the war.
On the other hand, the old beggar, who was only wearing a pair of straw sandals, with ragged clothes and a scruffy beard, was also an acquaintance. He claimed to be a wandering Taoist priest who had come all the way from some mountain in the south. He said he was looking for his son. However, due to the recent lockdown, he was trapped in Luoyang City.
Although Huli Hutu looks like a drunken maniac, he actually has some real abilities. Whether it is some incomprehensible words that he suddenly says or the stories in his belly, he can attract many drinkers to listen, and therefore he has a lot of talent. He had attracted many idle drinkers before.
Although most of his stories are cut off from the beginning to the end, they are more exciting and can make people listen to them.
And he seems to know some kind of physiognomy, whether it's face reading or palm reading, as long as he is willing to talk about it, the drinkers who are read by him can often be shocked.
In this way, the boss never chased him away. Seeing that he knew how good his wine was, he would also give him wine from time to time.
Those gangsters said nicely and invited him to drink, which was not a free ticket.
At this moment, the old alcoholic lunatic seemed to be drunk. He was just half-lying at the foot of the table, belching wine, and looking at the ranger who asked earlier with half-open eyes.
"Little baby, don't look at it. Master Dao, I see you. You have no chance to practice martial arts in this life, but if you can go home peacefully and find a serious job, and give birth to a son of seven or eight in the future, there will be no problem... …”
These words were spoken intermittently, but they could be heard clearly.
The knight with the sword on his waist immediately changed his expression and kicked the low stool next to him away.
"Old man, what are you talking about? I'm not destined to practice martial arts, but who is destined to practice martial arts! Is it your son who knows if he has one or not?"
"A charlatan. Come on, don't ruin my mood!"
I don't know if he touched the sore spot in the heart of this ranger, but he just didn't give up. He immediately slapped the table to tell this old drunkard lunatic to leave.
The other rangers next to them all looked heartless, looking at their companions with a look of ridicule on their faces.
"What a charlatan, forget it, Master Dao, I am happy to be quiet..."
The old drunk man just whispered a few words, but he didn't look like he was drunk. He just got up quickly holding the wine jar.
"The feng shui here is not very good, and people are probably going to die. Shopkeeper, please clean up early and find a safe place to hide. Don't spill your own blood..."
"Treading on the Stars"
While leaving, the alcoholic lunatic did not forget to remind the wine stall owner that although his face still looked serious, it was only after he drank his wine that he reminded him.
Everyone who was still at the stall changed their expressions and stood up from their seats as if they were unlucky.
Although this alcoholic lunatic is crazy, the few words he says from time to time seem to be true, so people have to believe him.
"Bah! What an unlucky old man, I'll go somewhere else to have a drink!"
As a result, under the casual words of this old drunkard, the few lingering rangers left the wine stall with curses.
As a result, the boss became very happy, and he poured a bowl of good wine and handed it over.
"No, I'll give you a bowl of good wine. It's not peaceful in the city for the past two days. There's probably going to be a war. There won't be any stalls here tomorrow. Just find a place to hide by yourself. We'll look for you after this period. son."
The wine maniac didn't seem to hear the store's kind reminder. He just brought the bowl of wine over, sniffed greedily, and then slowly started to drink.
The boss is just not surprised. The old man probably doesn't have a good mind either. He probably has nothing to worry about except finding his son and drinking.
"Shopkeeper, I've covered all the drinks here for this old gentleman. You can close the stall and go home."
At this time, there was no one at the foot of the city. Just when the drunk maniac and the wine stall owner were separated, a young voice suddenly came from the side.
The wine stall owner was startled. He turned his head and looked back. He saw a young man wearing a narrow-sleeved Tsing Yi with a sword box behind his back and throwing a piece of fifty taels of silver over him.
"If it's not enough, I'll add more."
The wine stall owner was shocked. The wine in his house was drunk by some laborers after work. It only cost a few cents a bowl. The few jars of wine brought out today only amounted to less than ten taels in total. Just the price.
How could this handsome young man be so bold!
"This master, if you give me too much, I will give you too much... You don't need so much money..."
Listening to the boss's explanation, Li Jing just smiled and waved his hands.
"Just keep it. This old gentleman is an old friend of my family, but it took me a long time to find him. Just collect the money and go home. There is a war in the past two days, and your stall is afraid I can’t keep it anymore, so I’ll take the extra money as my thank you gift.”
Li Jing left the army and came to Luoyang City just because of this drunken and crazy old man.
The contemporary Celestial Master of Celestial Master Mansion, Zhang Xuanling.
After meeting Zhang Zifan before, he asked people to search for traces of Zhang Xuanling in the Central Plains area, so that if Zhang Zifan was needed later, he could use it as a bargaining chip in time.
But what was unexpected was that this Xuanling mausoleum ended up in the Guanzhong area of Luoyang by mistake and infiltrated into the city.
The war was about to start, and he was afraid that he would be lost again, so he entered the city alone.
After dismissing the store owner, he and Zhang Xuanling were the only ones at the stall, which still had several bottles of good wine.
"Little baby, if you treat me to a drink today, Master Dao will help you see how I am for free."
When Zhang Xuanling saw someone bringing him wine, he just held a jar in one hand and sat happily at the table, with pure joy on his face covered with white beard.
But seeing Li Jing just looking amused, he frowned.
"Why, Master Tao, I know everything about astronomy and geography, medicine, divination, and astrology. No matter what it is, Master Tao, I can tell it by just counting it with my fingers. You don't believe it, Master Tao?"
Li Jing just smiled, put down the sword box behind him, and sat opposite Zhang Xuanling.
"Junior, there is something I would like to ask Tianshi Zhang to explain. It was Li Siyuan who took your son away back then."
