South of Kaiyang City.
This is the place with the most mountains in Kaiyang City.
At the foot of a mountain in a city with excellent Feng Shui, there is an antique-style courtyard.
The front room is a shop.
Antique decoration, with a vertical plaque on each side.
On the left is "A piece of iron speech that can bring disaster and blessings to the world."
On the right is "A pair of golden calculations to calculate all the past and present lives."
Horizontal batch is three characters.
"Zhang Jiu Gua."
Inside the room, a tall and thin man in his thirties was reclining on a wicker chair.
He is wearing a Tang suit with some light golden patterns embroidered on it.
Under the gold-rimmed glasses, there is a slightly thin, but extremely shrewd face.
With bright eyes, he looked at a slightly younger man sitting across from him.
He has the same tall and thin figure, but the man's face gives people a sense of loyalty.
He was also wearing a Tang suit.
But unlike the former, the Tang suit on his body was patched, and although the cloth shoes on his feet were clean, they were also very old.
Although he is younger, the aura of wind and frost has left more traces on him.
"Zhongliang, you are still young and don't understand your brother's painstaking efforts. You and I share our knowledge. I teach you Yang arithmetic and you teach me Yin arithmetic. Why not?" Zhang Jiugua pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. The child's frame shows more shrewdness in his eyes.
"You and I, brothers and sisters, have reached a very high level in yin and yang calculations, but the master lives in Tang Town and can't leave for a long time. I secretly made a fortune telling and guessed that he might have to choose another disciple. , that is the successor of Di Xiangkanyu." Zhang Jiugua said again.
Luo Zhongliang still didn't respond, completely indifferent.
Zhang Jiugua's hand tapped twice on the table.
There was quite a bit of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Luo Zhongliang looked up at him again, with a bit of sternness in his eyes.
"Why don't you dare to say this in front of Master?" Luo Zhongliang's words were more calm, just like the temperament displayed by others.
"Master will come to Kaiyang again next year. If you really want to learn Yin skills, you can ask Master to teach you."
"If you are qualified, he will not fail to teach you." Luo Zhongliang looked directly at Zhang Jiugua, his brows furrowed even more tightly.
Zhang Jiugua's brows were also furrowed, and there was even more dissatisfaction in his eyes.
He added: "Why don't you follow the path? What my brother means is that none of us are really chosen."
"You want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors?" Luo Zhongliang stood up suddenly and put his hands on his waist.
There is an exquisite copper hammer on his waist.
At that time, Luo Zhongliang had learned many fighting techniques, but he was afraid of hurting people's lives, so he replaced all the axes in the coffin skills with copper hammers.
Blunt weapons have no edge and can easily injure people. To kill someone, you must kill them with a deadly hand.
This way he can control the intensity of his shots.
Zhang Jiugua's face darkened instantly.
He clenched the armrest with his hands, but there were a few beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Your head is even worse than Zhang Er's. Master gave me a new life. How can I do such things? However, we are not the chosen ones. This means that Master does not have enough confidence in us. But What if we could teach ourselves?”
"One year later, Master will come back to Kaiyang. Isn't this a big surprise?" Zhang Jiugua explained again. "You and I have both sworn poisonous oaths." Luo Zhongliang's tone became more severe.
"Brothers from the same sect, how can we be counted as outsiders? I have made predictions, and the two of us..." Zhang Jiugua continued to speak, his eyes shining even more.
Luo Zhongliang slapped the table hard.
"There is no need to mention this matter again."
"Also, many children have been lost in Kaiyang City recently. Master Yuan Xian is preparing for his birthday in half a year and has been away for a long time. I am still investigating this matter."
"If you really want to have so much leisure time, you should first figure out how to deal with this matter."
"Master will be here when the time comes. Please carefully beat the two of us!"
He didn't let Zhang Jiugua finish speaking at all, turned around and left the shop.
There was a large 28-inch car parked at the door. After he got on it, he rushed out of the city.
…
Inside the shop.
There were several cracks on the table that Luo Zhongliang had slapped just now.
Zhang Jiugua stared blankly at the cracks appearing.
What flashed across his eyes was intense physical pain.
"My golden nanmu..."
His heart was bleeding.
"Elm head, really elm head!" He stood up and walked to the door of the shop.
Luo Zhongliang's figure has long since disappeared.
Zhang Jiugua also cursed in a low voice: "You deserve to have a baby who can only eat rice cereal, and rotten wood cannot be carved!" He walked around twice in front of the shop door.
He sighed.
Then, he raised his hand and tapped his middle finger a few times with his thumb.
Then, Zhang Jiugua frowned.
Returning to the cracked golden nanmu table, he directly took down the long wooden box and took out the golden abacus.
The crackling sound carried a strange rhythm and seemed to form a tune.
After a while, Zhang Jiugua stopped.
He murmured: "It's weird, does this hexagram have something to do with me?"
At this time, what he calculated was what Luo Zhongliang had just said, that a child was missing in Kaiyang City.
After such a long period of time, at least he had completely mastered the Yang arithmetic technique taught by Li Yinyang.
He even understood a special algorithm!
In yang arithmetic, some use eight characters to form the hexagram, and some use faces to form the eight trigrams, and then make the hexagram.
Every mountain or city has its own gossip.
If people regard mountains and cities as different kinds of people, they can also make predictions!
This is also why he wants to learn yin arts.
Otherwise, he can only calculate the most superficial hexagram...
At this time, his hexagram had some connection with him, and this connection was the sign of pain.
Zhang Jiugua narrowed his eyes slightly. He put away the golden abacus, put it in a long wooden box, and walked out of the shop.
He walked towards the center of the city.
It took about three or four minutes after Zhang Jiugua left.
From the side of the shop, a person slowly walked out.
This person is younger than Zhang Jiugua, but his appearance is similar to Zhang Jiugua.
Legs as numb as a stick, skinny figure.
Hanging on his waist was a very ordinary compass, with no more than ten layers.
The Tang suit he wore was also extremely ordinary.
The whole person's temperament is even more vulgar.
Zhang Er's hand fell unwillingly on the pillar of the shop door, and he whispered: "Brother, I am not an outsider. My dear brother, I am actually an outsider."
"Brother, is it because you don't teach me bone physiology because I don't have any good Yin skills?"
"Mr. Li is coming back again. I have another chance." Zhang Er took a deep breath and let go of his hand.
Over the years, he has studied under teachers everywhere, but the yin arts he learned are completely inferior to Luo Zhongliang's yin arts.
I have learned some basic Yang arithmetic, but I am not even qualified to carry Zhang Jiugua's shoes.
Even when he stood in front of Zhang Jiugua, Zhang Jiugua knew what he was going to say next.
Zhang Jiugua also said that if he persists in his persistence, he will go astray and die an untimely death.
He was very angry about this.
Why, he Zhang Jiu Gua is eager to learn, so he can be a man of formidable calculations!
He was eager to learn, but he went astray and died unexpectedly?
"Same parents, same children, brother, I will let you know that you are wrong." Zhang Er murmured, he backed away and disappeared behind the shop.
