Ninety-third bowl of soup (2)

Meng Daxian walked the rivers and lakes for decades, the city management chased the security guards and chased the wild dogs and bit him. It was not a few days after his birthday. There were no big things and no small things. In short, he has never made a fortune in this life. The total cost is 4,876 yuan and fifty-two cents. The best set of clothes is the Taoist gown handed down by the master. They are usually washed old Chinese tunic suits. In short, the days are really horrible.

But the little girl became a confession, even Meng Daxian couldn't help but raise her interest in her heart. He stared at Qinghuan for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Do you have a master?"

Qinghuan smiled: "Do you want to accept me as a disciple? I'm afraid that won't work."

Meng Daxian collapsed and sighed, "Forget it." After saying that, his face was hard to look like, "Smelly girl, do you know that you respect the old and love the young? You just watched me fall into the ditch. Come and pull it? It's really unforgettable in the world..."

Let's not do it, she is wearing a new dress, and the fat old man looks fat and strong, and feels stronger than her little girl. "You better get up on your own, and I will ask you to skewer tonight."

Meng Daxian's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"of course."

"You pay the bill?"

"of course."

Meng Daxian, who was still sitting in the stinky water ditch, laughed and flicked a carp: "I'll go home and take a shower!"

After finishing talking, he ran away, and no more stalls, no matter if Qinghuan would really wait for him here. Qing Huan sat on Meng Daxian's bamboo chair, patted the dust on the skirt, and turned over the book notes on Meng Daxian's booth. These are not valuable goods, even if they are thrown here, no one will pick them up. You can't sell scraps for a few cents, so Meng Daxian is still very relieved. His home is just behind this street, and it doesn't take ten minutes to come back from a shower.

Qing Huan discovered that although this fat old man seemed to do neither this nor that, but he had real abilities, and he had a lot of research on the five elements, gossip and odd skills. She set up a stall here for two days, during which time she heard Meng Daxian give someone a fortune-telling. Although she only said some furs, all of them were correct and made no mistakes. The money he received was not much, ten yuan and twenty. He looked like a deceitful quack, but he was actually an old naughty boy.

When she waited for Meng Daxian's return, she slowly opened her stall-exactly where Meng Daxian had set up before. Meng Daxian blinked his eyes and asked, "What are you going to do? Didn't you ask me to make a string?"

"What time is it now." Qing Huan checked the time. "It's not six o'clock. Don't you stick to it all night? And if I don't set up a stall, how can I have the money to treat guests?"

This seems to have a bit of truth, but Meng Daxian suddenly recalled, what it means that she doesn't set up a stall and has no money to entertain guests, but she set up a stall and grabbed his business! Before he could refute, Renxiaowa's business came to the door. Meng Daxian almost didn't cry. Does good-looking have these advantages? Is he willing to be old, wretched, and sloppy now? When he was young, he was also handsome and popular with thousands of young girls! Who knew it was like this now?

Bah, the **** who squeezed in front of the little girl passed by his stall a few days ago. He also specifically said that he didn't believe in these things, saying that Meng Daxian was a liar. Now why is he squatting on the little girl’s horse eagerly? Listen to fortune telling?

This is simply face value discrimination!

Meng Daxian briefly reviewed his youth and beauty, and then sat angrily watching Huan's fortune-telling. At first, she had an attitude of "watching her foolishly", then she became more and more surprised, and finally stared straight at her.

He was taught by a very old and mysterious school, with very few disciples, but all of them have real abilities. Meng Daxian is also good at seeing things like this divination, but the ways of heaven are impermanent, and the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. In many cases, he can't say more about what he knows, otherwise his life will be lost. Over the years, it is inevitable to encounter some things that have to be said even if he loses his life, so don’t look at him in his 50s or 60s. In fact, he will be in his early forties. Huafa, who was born early, is also tired by the secrets of heaven, but this girl is simply I don't know what to say!

There are some things that can't be said. If they say it, they will reveal the secret, and they will be punished by God!

Meng Daxian's face was ugly. He saw that Qing Huan had collected fifty yuan, so he hurriedly went over and squeezed the next fortune-telling man away-these people weren't really fortune-telling anyway. "Stop for a moment, I have something to tell you."

Qing Huan looked at him curiously, Meng Daxian frowned, a little bit less insignificant, and he seemed to have a real sense of immortality. So Qing Huan politely rejected the few guests who lined up behind and asked: "What's the matter?"

Meng Daxian pondered for a few seconds and asked, "You know so much, should you have a master?"

Qing Huan nodded. Of course she has a master, but her master passed away a long time ago, and now she is reincarnated as a human being. Those memories have always been remembered by her alone.

"Then your master didn't teach you to just say three points when looking at the picture?!" Meng Daxian couldn't help being serious. "You don't know what to say and what not to say? You are young and come here with your mouth open and you are not afraid. Short-lived!"

If you don't know what to do, you might think that Meng Daxian is cursing his short life, but Qing Huan knows that he is worried. So Yanran smiled: "Don't worry, nothing will happen." She knows how to measure, and those who come to fortune tellers don't believe her at all, just because she looks good.

Seeing her improperly, Meng Daxian's expression suddenly became extremely complicated. He seemed to think of some bad past, and his sullen expression looked like he was ten years old in a moment. "You are still young... I don't know how precious life is." I don't understand how happy it is to live, so I dare to squander so carefree.

He was watching the fortune-telling of the little girl just now, and he followed in his heart, but he soon realized that he could not keep up with the little girl's speed. She could see the person's life with just a glance, but he pinched the trick. The curse is just a bit of a glimpse. Such a person is too defying, how could God allow her to be so presumptuous? A good little girl, not too old, must be a man of good fortune in the future, it would be a shame to fall like this.

Qing Huan said, "Thank you for your concern, but please rest assured, I really know how to measure."

Meng Daxian sighed, maybe because he is a colleague, he cares about Qinghuan very much. Nowadays, there are very few cultivators in this world, but monsters and ghosts are emerging in an endless stream, especially in recent years... occur. "Girl, what's your name?"

"Qing Huan."

"...Qinghuan?"

Qing Huan felt that Meng Daxian's expression was a bit weird, and was about to ask, but he heard him pat his head: "What are you doing here? Don't tell me that you are here to grab business."

Qing Huan didn't care too much: "I have some things that I can't understand, so I came to find a clue and shed some light."

Meng Daxian sighed again, and asked, "Please let me slap the strings, do you mean talking?"

"Forget it."

So the fat old man rubbed his stomach: "That's it! I'll go to the bathroom again!" You must empty your stomach to eat more at night!

Qinghuan pulled a little bag, and it contained the money she made today from the stall. She charges 50 to 100 at a time. She has a lot of income from the morning till now. She relies on this to eat in this world, and occasionally helps people resolve it. A little grievance, a little bit of trouble, a little bit of grievances, barely a rich woman, and it’s really not a problem to invite a fat old man to dinner.

But the fat old man is so capable, why is he living so hard?

When we skewered together in the evening, she asked a grilled quail.

Meng Daxian almost shed tears: "Do you think I am poor? Let me tell you, I am very rich! What are classical books, antiques, emeralds, and jade... I have a lot!" He said with a crying expression. , "But I can't use it! Those things are handed down by the master, we have not used them from generation to generation!"

"Since it's passed down, why not use it?" Qing Huan didn't understand, and took a sip of the ice beer against Sprite.

Meng Daxian was also bored and said, "This is a long story and there is no way to explain it. In short, this is our teacher's rule. It is our duty to lower demons and eliminate demons. How am I going to live now!"

Qing Huan was silent for a few seconds: "Since the inherited things cannot be spent, you can start your own business and make money. Who told you to set up a stall for fortune-telling?"

What's more, the fat old man is true that he has the ability, but he is fooling people most of the time.

Meng Daxian was even more sad: "I didn't love school since I was a child, and I finally finished memorizing a lot of ancient books. Who is going to school to suffer?"

So he pulled a long distance from the seniors, but he can barely live now, so don't care about the small details. How to live is not to live, do you have to have excellent grades, get admitted to a good university, find a good job, become a CEO, and marry Bai Fume is called the pinnacle of life? He thinks that he is doing well now, but the city manager shouldn't come too diligently. He was taken away from the last stall only a few days ago.

The old and the young were chatting very speculatively. Meng Daxian felt that their feelings had been sublimated, so he asked Qinghuan, "Will you come here to set up a stall tomorrow?" She shouldn't be here, she should know him. She took away her business?

Who knew Qing Huan nodded her head naturally: "Come on."

Meng Daxian: "..." This hapless kid!

"But don't worry, I won't be long." Qing Huan ate the roasted mushrooms, "It's just that for a few days. When Zhong Xun comes to me, I won't set up a stall anymore. You will be playing by yourself in the future. Very happy."