Wang Ju's retreat made my heart skip a beat, and then I fell into deep silence.
After a while, I cleared my throat and said, "Is this a dead end?"
Wang Ju became rarely serious and stopped mocking me.
"The people of Lu Ban Clan are not bad-natured and will not easily make enemies with others, but if they are provoked."
"Why."
Wang Ju suddenly sighed: "That means fighting to the death."
I have long heard of Lu Ban Shu's "two special skills", and now I add Wang Ju's words.
I just feel like my brain is aching.
After a while, Wang Ju placed the rosary in his hand heavily on the counter and looked down at the ground.
"Boy! There are too many thorns on your body, which makes me very uncomfortable! But..."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at me, his narrow eyes shot out sharply.
"You are from the Changchun Club. Another one, you are quite capable."
"Let me help you figure this out!"
No matter what happened before, Wang Ju chose to help me at this time, and I am sincerely grateful.
"How did you get into trouble with them?"
"I broke their law."
Wang Ju looked at me with half-open mouth: "Do you still have the ability to break Lu Ban's technique?"
I was stunned for a moment, then nodded and admitted.
"Hold."
Wang Ju shook his head and cursed with a smile: "You are heading towards your own death!"
"Go find Lao Ya."
He casually pulled off a piece of yellow paper and wrote a few words on it.
"Here."
Wang Ju handed me the note: "Lao Ya has been on the ground for more than fifty years, and he has more respect than me."
I took the note suspiciously and looked at it, "Old Ya? Is this the Uncle Ya I met last time?"
Wang Ju nodded: "As I gave you, I stood up and clasped my fists in my hands: "Thank you, President Wang."
"Hey, now you know how to call me President Wang? Why don't you slap the table with me?"
After he teased me a few words, I suddenly felt ashamed, so I had to laugh a few times and leave in a hurry.
Wang Ju is quite a strange person.
To say that he has a big heart, he always uses what happened last time to hit me.
But to say that he is small-minded, he still chose to help this time.
However, in general, this man is quite honest.
What Wang Ju gave me was the same place where I asked Xiaobai to make a utensil for me last time.
At this time, the Eight Immortals Teahouse appeared in my sight, and before I could move forward, bursts of storytelling came over me.
I walked a few steps and looked back, and Uncle Ya was sitting in the middle.
He was still wearing a green-blue gown, a melon-pipe hat, and a pair of round dark glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
"What I'm talking about is that Mr. Zhang's angry roar drove back millions of Cao Mengde's troops..."
"One more drink and the Dangyang Bridge will be broken..."
Lao Ya's storytelling was so powerful that the audience listened with gusto.
When the gavel started clapping for the second time, everyone sighed with regret and left in a sloppy pace.
At this time, Uncle Ya seemed to look at me.
But, through my sunglasses, I couldn't see clearly.
Just when I was struggling with how to speak, Uncle Ya suddenly waved his hand to me.
I hurriedly walked in. When I saw him, I took three steps back, knelt on one knee and clasped my fists with both hands.
Uncle Ya took the fan and tapped it three times on the table gently.
This is the return gift from the elders to the younger ones.
I quickly stood up and said respectfully, "Uncle Ya, I'm in trouble."
"Please help me always."
"Um."
Uncle Ya stroked the goatee on his chest, nodded to himself, and asked.
"Tell me, what is the book I just mentioned?"
I quickly answered: "It was Liu Bei who fled in panic, and Zhang Yide rushed out of the air and broke the Dangyang Bridge to save the emperor's uncle's life."
But I have already begun to draw the soul in my heart, why does this involve storytelling?
Uncle Ya suddenly smiled and murmured: "Everyone listens to the book to hear the excitement, but you listen to the book."
"God willing, I will definitely help you."
I clasped my fists again and said, "Uncle Ya, please clarify."
"This book is for you. If you retreat without fighting, you will be Liu Xuande running away. But if you have the power of Die Hard..."
He took a sip of tea and said word by word: "You are Zhang Yide, the brave champion of the three armies!"
Having said this, I immediately knelt down on my knees.
Uncle Ya is an out-and-out master!
Their skill belongs to an extremely unpopular branch of the fortune-telling industry, called Shu Gua.
There is a saying called "The iron mouth determines the world", which refers not to an ordinary fortune teller, but to a craftsman like Uncle Ya.
The profession of storytelling is gradually falling into decline, and there are even fewer people who know how to write hexagrams.
It can be said that Uncle Ya is the giant panda of Taoism today, extremely rare!
