Yang Ruijun really didn't know what to say for a while.
The fortune teller's sudden display of strength surprised and shocked her.
After the surprise and shock, there is naturally a lot of gratitude.
It's just gratitude mixed with a little bit of shame.
What did you do today?
I sat with a practitioner all afternoon, but I didn't find out his identity at all.
And I have been treating him with a condescending attitude.
Although he had always behaved very politely and well-educated, Yang Ruijun knew that he had been looking down on this young man from the beginning.
But it's not just for this young man. Ever since she got that thing when she was seven years old and started practicing, she has slowly become faster and faster in looking down on the ordinary people around her.
Just like just now, I actually told this young man not to interfere in my own affairs. I felt that it was unnecessary for the other person to come to send me home. I even thought that the other person liked me.
The thin-skinned Yang Ruijun wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
At this time, the young man's mellow voice came to his ears.
"Miss Yang, let me take you home first!"
Yang Ruijun lowered his head, not daring to look at the other person's face, and just let out a soft "hmm" from his nose.
…
About ten minutes later, Shu Guan and Yang Ruijun appeared in front of a white bungalow in the public concession. The bungalow was five stories high and had a fairly small garden below.
Being able to own such a house in a public concession, Shu Guan knew that his original guess was correct. This Yang Ruijun's family background was quite good.
"I'm home now."
The beautiful woman who had lowered her head all the way and did not dare to look at him finally raised her head, stared at Shu Guan and said softly:
"Thank you for saving me today."
Shu Guan shook his head and said:
"You're welcome, Miss Yang. We are just helping each other today."
Then he thought for a moment and said a few serious words to Yang Ruijun.
"Miss Yang, be careful in the future. The world of practitioners is actually very cruel. Remember one thing: don't let ordinary people know your identity as a practitioner, let alone let other practitioners know your ordinary identity. "
"Then won't you let me know your identity today?"
Yang Ruijun mustered up the courage to ask.
Shu Guan smiled.
Because I am strong enough! And everything currently is still within the scope of one's ability to control.
The most important thing is that I have a lot to do in Shanghai, and it is impossible to hide my identity and live a peaceful life all the time.
Of course, Shuguan didn't say these words to Yang Ruijun, he just waved to Yang Ruijun.
"Ms. Yang, since you are home, I will go back first."
After saying that, Shu Guan turned around and left.
Yang Ruijun stood there, staring at his back for a long time.
Until a servant at home behind him opened the iron door and called out in surprise.
"Miss, when did you come back? Why don't you come in?"
Yang Ruijun then turned around and walked home.
…
Shu Guanzou walked into the horse racing hall and walked towards his bedroom on the second floor. On the stairs, he happened to meet Han Biao coming out of the attic.
"How about it?"
Shu Guan raised his eyebrows and asked.
"She didn't reject me very much, but when I asked her what happened here, the little girl still refused to tell."
Han Biao sighed.
"Don't worry, she suffered a lot of fright and torture during her lifetime, and she won't open up so easily."
"In the past few days, Uncle Han, just spend more time with her. Don't ask her anything, just stay with her."
Shu Guan thought for a while and asked Han Biao a few words. This was recorded in some articles he had seen in his previous life, how to deal with children who were overly frightened and autistic.
Then Shu Guan returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began his daily practice.
Now, only the last acupoint on the Taiyin Lung Meridian in his hand has not been tempered, but after tonight, it should be completed.
After completing this final acupoint tempering, he will be considered a practitioner in the second level of the First Awareness Realm.
...Well, from a realm perspective, yes...
Shu Guan slowly closed his eyes.
…
The next morning, Shu Guan, who had become a practitioner on the second floor of the First Awareness Realm, walked out of his room on the second floor refreshed, went down the stairs, and first went to the newspaper box outside the door to get today's newspaper.
A few days ago, when he went to the post and telecommunications office to send a telegram to Rong Miao, he specially ordered several newspapers.
After getting the newspaper, Shu Guan went to the kitchen to make a hearty breakfast for himself, then sat under the osmanthus tree in the yard and ate breakfast leisurely while reading the newspaper.
Now this small courtyard has been renovated and given a new look, adding a lot of life.
Shuguan specially made some wooden tables and chairs by himself, as well as two rocking chairs. In autumn, you can lie on the rocking chairs in the courtyard and bask in the sun.
In addition, a large wooden frame was built with pots of flowers and plants placed on it.
This was the life Shu Guan had longed for in his previous life, but in his time, owning a building with a courtyard in a bustling urban area of a first-tier city was an impossible dream for him to complete in his lifetime.
But in this era, it was finally done.
After finishing breakfast, reading today's newspapers, and washing the dishes, Shu Guan went to the front hall, officially opened the door of the horse racing hall, and started today's business.
Not long after the door opened, a big man in black came in from outside. When he entered, he respectfully called "Mr. Shu".
This big man in black is an old acquaintance. The last time I went to Gaoqiao Town with Du Wenqiang, he was the one waiting at the door.
Shu Guan handed him the portrait of Yuan Yingzi painted by Yang Ruijun and asked him to tell Du Wenqiang that the woman in the painting was the person he was looking for.
After the big man in black finished drawing the paper, he respectfully handed over an invitation card with red background and gold foil.
"Five days later, there will be a dinner party at Admiral Du's house. Mr. Du told Mr. Shu that Mr. Shu must come."
Du Wenqiang had invited Du Wenqiang in person about this matter yesterday, and now he had sent an invitation specifically. His sincerity was not lacking. Shu Guan smiled and nodded, saying that he would go there then.
The big man in black kept saying that Mr. Du would naturally send a car to pick up Mr. Shu when the time came.
Then the big man in black said goodbye and left.
When he went out, he almost bumped into a figure.
At this time, it was Wei Xinqiao who lived at the end of Fragrant Lane in Toronto.
Wei Xinqiao exclaimed. After she saw who she almost bumped into, a look of fear suddenly appeared on her face. She stepped aside and waited for the man in black to go out before coming in.
"Mr. Shu, this is yesterday's hexagram."
Wei Xinqiao came to Shu Guan, put an envelope in front of Shu Guan, and said with a forced smile.
It can be seen that she is also a little afraid of Shu Guan.
After all, she had personally seen Du Wenqiang, a big gangster in Shanghai, who was polite to the young fortune teller.
Let's put it this way, if Wei Xinqiao hadn't met Du Wenqiang here that day, Wei Xinqiao wouldn't have come to pay the money today.
Shu Guan stood up and said with a smile:
"Mrs. Wei, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"
After all, this is a neighbor, so he naturally needs to be more polite.
While speaking, he glanced at Wei Xinqiao's face and found that Wei Xinqiao's face was much haggard than the day before yesterday, as if she had aged ten years, and her eyes were full of worry.
Shu Guan sighed in his heart and decided to try not to worry about other people's family affairs in the future.
He didn't ask Wei Xinqiao whether his calculations were accurate. Asking him again at this time would be like adding salt to someone else's wound.
After Wei Xinqiao put down the envelope, she hurried out.
Outside the door, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit with a gentle face was waiting for him.
After Wei Xin went out, she took the middle-aged man's arm and rested her head on the man's shoulder. The two of them walked towards the end of the alley, leaning on each other.
Shu Guan was suddenly startled when he saw this scene.
Of course he knew the middle-aged man, who was Wei Xinqiao's husband, Zhou Lingyun, a small businessman.
But since what happened yesterday, how could Wei Xinqiao be so affectionate and gentle to her husband Zhou Lingyun?
This is not in line with her character at all!
You must know that this couple usually has a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days, and Wei Xinqiao is basically the one who starts each quarrel.
And with Wei Xinqiao's strong character, after finding out that her husband had a lover outside, even if they didn't divorce immediately, there would definitely be a turmoil.
How could it still be as quiet as now?
His calculation should not be wrong. This week, Ling Yun was alone with a woman in a room at the Peace Hotel. If Wei Xin could arrive in time, he would definitely be able to catch her on the spot.
Unless Wei Xinqiao didn't catch it.
Or maybe... Zhou Lingyun was very clever this week, and even after something like this happened, he was still able to coax Wei Xinqiao to forgive him.
If it's the latter, Shu Guan is really a little envious.
But since the couple is fine, why were Wei Xinqiao's eyes filled with worry just now?
Shu Guan was a little confused.
But he didn't want to think too much about these family matters.
Then Shu Guan opened the envelope that Wei Xinqiao placed on the table and looked at it.
Ten silver dollars were placed inside.
Shu Guan couldn't help but smile.
The hexagram information given here is still very Wei Xinqiao's style.
Then he casually threw the ten silver dollars into the iron box under the table.
On this day, there were no more guests in the horse racing hall, and the income was ten silver dollars.
The next day, there were no customers in the horse racing hall, so there was no income.
On the third day, someone came over, Qian Jing'an, a famous historian who lived opposite, who came over to drink tea all afternoon, played with Shuguan's ancient coins, and chatted with Shuguan all afternoon.
He didn't ask for a divination.
So on this day, Shu Guan's income was still zero, and Qian Jing'an even gave him an afternoon of tea.
Of course, Shu Guan is not too worried about the lack of business.
With Du Wenqiang's 111,000 silver dollars alone, even if he didn't open the business for three years, Shu Guan wouldn't be in a hurry.
On the fourth day, there were still no guests in the morning, but at around three o'clock in the afternoon, a beautiful figure walked into the gate of the horse racing hall.
At that time, Shu Guan was holding the Qing Sang Sutra and concentrating on it. When he looked up and saw Yang Ruijun walking in, he put down the sutra in his hand with a smile.
It took four days for this woman to come to him, and her patience was much better than he originally expected.
"I just happened to come to Teacher Qin's house today to practice painting. It's over now. I passed by Mr. Shu and came in to meet Mr. Shu."
Yang Ruijun entered the horse racing hall with a smile and looked around curiously.
Shu Guan helped her pull out a chair in front of the long table.
"Mr. Shu, do you also use Taoism for fortune telling?"
After Yang Ruijun sat down, he looked at the fortune-telling instruments on the table, and then asked curiously.
"good."
Shu Guan smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Na Shu said he wanted to do a fortune telling for me a few days ago. Why don't you do it for me now?"
"That hexagram, didn't I help you figure it out that day?"
Shu Guan laughed.
Yang Ruijun and others suddenly realized.
"So Mr. Shu calculated that something would happen to me, so he came here all the way?"
"good."
Shu Guan still nodded.
Then Yang Ruijun seemed to think for a moment, then raised his head, looked at Shu Guan and said:
"I wonder how Mr. Shu became a practitioner? Like me because..."
"Ms. Yang, I said last time, don't reveal your secrets to others casually, especially people you don't really know yet."
Shu Guan immediately interrupted her.
Yang Ruijun looked at him firmly, shook his head and said:
"No, I think Mr. Shu is a trustworthy person, and if Mr. Shu has bad intentions towards Ruijun, he can take action that day!"
"Ruijun has been thinking about it for a long time these days. I want to know more about practitioners. In the past, Ruijun practiced alone in ignorance and had almost no contact with other practitioners. If it continues like this If this goes on, things like the past few days will happen again in Ruijun."
"So Ruijun thought about it for a few days and felt that he needed a guide. Well, just like Teacher Tan is my mentor in painting, I also need a mentor in matters of spiritual practice. I think Mr. Shu is the most suitable person.”
After Shu Guan heard what Yang Ruijun said, he looked at the woman in surprise.
Although this beautiful woman is too naive, she is a very smart person. The idea she just had is indeed not wrong at all.
If Yang Ruijun continues to be as ignorant as before, something will happen sooner or later. However, after the assassination a few days ago, she woke up in time and realized the dangers of the world of practitioners. It was quite timely.
Shu Guan nodded towards her approvingly and said:
"Ms. Yang, I can't be your tutor, but if you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
"Okay, Mr. Shu, I will definitely do it. But before that, I still want to talk about how I became a practitioner, because there are many things in it that I still don't understand."
Shu Guan thought for a while and said:
"Then Miss Yang, please speak."
To be honest, Shu Guan was indeed a little curious. Yang Ruijun obviously did not have a master who taught her how to practice, so how did she become a practitioner?
Then Yang Ruijun began to tell.
"My father is a person who loves traveling and exploring. When I was a child, he took me to many places. When I was seven years old, he took me to Dunhuang..."
Shu Guan did not expect that Yang Ruijun's lecture lasted more than an hour, and the experience that made her become a practitioner was indeed tortuous and bizarre.
Of course, to put it simply, when Yang Ruijun was traveling to Dunhuang with her father when she was seven years old, the father and daughter accidentally found a hidden grotto that was inaccessible and contained many strange murals.
At that time, his father seemed very excited and kept taking pictures with his camera, shouting words such as "This is definitely a great archaeological discovery", while Yang Ruijun sat on the stone in the grotto and waited.
Her father took photos for a long time. At that time, Yang Ruijun didn't understand why her father took so many photos. She was a little bored and gradually became drowsy.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, she saw a woman from the mural in the cave walking out and taking her into the mural.
Then inside the mural, Yang Ruijun had a very wonderful experience and met many people, animals and scenes that were incredible to her. Yang Ruijun even became good friends with many of the people in the mural.
Later, the woman who had brought her into the mural appeared again, took her out of the mural, and gave her a brush, telling her to keep the brush well in the hope that one day, she would be in the painting. The friends she makes will need her help.
When Yang Ruijun came out of the mural, her consciousness seemed to be blurred for a while. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in her father's arms.
Her father smiled and apologized to her because he was so focused on taking pictures that he didn't notice that she fell asleep.
"...I was only seven years old at that time. When my father said this, I thought I was really asleep at that time, and then I had a strange dream...
"...Otherwise, how could the people in the mural come out of the painting? And if I really entered the painting for such a long time, how could my father not notice..."
"And after we came out of the grotto, we stayed in Dunhuang County for many days..."
After returning to Dunhuang County, Yang Ruijun's father sent several telegrams overnight. The telegrams were sent to several of his friends in the archaeological field, saying that they had discovered a new grotto that had never been discovered in the Dunhuang Grottoes. There are some very strange murals.
Of course, these things became fully clear only after Yang Ruijun grew up and listened to his father's narration.
While Yang Ruijun was telling the story, Han Biao's figure appeared at the stairs several times, as if he had something to do with Shu Guan.
However, because Yang Ruijun's story about her experience when she was seven years old was indeed quite mysterious and mysterious, Shu Guan was a little fascinated, so he motioned to Han Biao to wait for a while.
Yang Ruijun continued to talk.
"We waited for about three or four days... It took so long that I don't remember it very clearly, and then my father's friends all came."
"At this time, the photos that my father specially sent to Lancheng for development were all sent back... At that time, there was no place to develop photos in Dunhuang County, and maybe there is none now..."
"And when my father and his friends opened the envelope containing the photos, they found that all the photos were blank..."
(End of chapter)
