Chapter 325 Gods calculation is not as good as mans calculation
The sunset covers the sky.
Ying Chengyu stopped in the long pavilion, sipping the sweet wine, and watched the bullock carts slowly passing by and gradually going away.
"My apprentice is good, but I am with the wrong person."
The Yue girl and Ying Chenglong stood side by side, their long hair flowing.
Just looking at her back, she is tall and slender, with her white skirt swaying in the wind, like a fairy coming to earth. If you look at the front, you will not be disappointed. That pretty face is so beautiful that it is not like a human woman, and it is full of murderous words like the goddess of war in heaven.
"Just let him go?"
The Yue girl opened her five fingers and grasped the scabbard under the hilt of the sword. As long as Ying Chengyu gave him a look, she would kill Guiguzi, the founder of the famous political strategist, under the sword.
Guiguzi's code name in Chang'an Jun's Mansion is the source of disaster. The word "source of disaster" speaks for itself.
Yue Nu followed Ying Chengxi, and she saw that Guiguzi was very capable but restless. She often taught Yingcheng how to do things, and she had long been dissatisfied with Guiguzi.
"if not?"
The Yue girl pressed her thumb against the hilt of the sword and pushed upward. The two feet hanging from her slim waist were half an inch beyond the sword's sheath.
"Kill them to eliminate future troubles."
Ying Chengyu touched Yue Nu's head, and Yue Nu turned her head in confusion, not knowing what she meant.
"Little girl, please don't be so murderous. I'm not in the land of Baiyue. It's not that dangerous. Just leave."
Ying Chengyu turned around and went ahead, walking briskly and beckoning Yue Nu to follow.
The Yue girl tilted her head and looked deeply at the oxcart that was going away. After three breaths, she relaxed her palms. A few tiptoes shortened the distance of several meters that Ying Chengyu had opened with a long stride.
"Why don't you kill him, husband?"
"Why kill him?"
"Since it cannot be used by my husband, it should be killed!"
"This is Zhao Xianglu's style, not mine."
"If you don't get rid of the ghost millet today, it may cause serious trouble in the future."
"Then wait until he becomes a serious problem."
"This... woman's kindness!"
"I didn't kill Li Si and I didn't kill Zhao Gao. How can I kill Gui Guzi today? If I kill him, his death will be a small matter, but my broken heart will be a big deal."
Ying Chengyu was born in the royal family and was the unofficial king. He mastered the four words of life, death and seizure before he reached adulthood, but he never abused the power of the king.
A word can make people happy.
One word can kill someone.
This power is enough to make most people lose their way, and Ying Chengyu is one of them.
So he doesn't want to be a king, he doesn't want this power. He doesn't want to be lost in the Qin Dynasty two thousand years ago, and he doesn't want to integrate into this backward dynasty.
In this era with the afterglow of contention among a hundred schools of thought, Ying Chenglong cannot be proud of his martial arts or IQ.
The only thing that can make him proud is that under his feet are the giants of Chinese civilization that have developed and evolved over the past two thousand years.
If he kills Gui Guzi today, he will break one of the bottom lines he adheres to. In that case, what is the difference between him and the backward ancients? How can he change the law after starting from this?
Just like people without ethics and morality are no different from animals. In Ying Chengyu's heart, his sense of civilization is higher than that of the ancients, two thousand years higher.
No matter whether it is Zhao Gao or Li Si who lost the Qin Dynasty, Xiang Yu, whose bravery is unprecedented, or the legendary Gui Guzi, they are not worthy of these two thousand years.
"Since my husband has let her go, what is the purpose of this trip? Is it really just to say goodbye?"
"Most of it is to say goodbye, but a small part... to do something unexpected for him, so as not to let him think that he has figured me out. I deliberately chose this moment to show up here to say goodbye to him and let him go.
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"I can still see the purpose of Queen Mother Zhao's actions. However, I am completely confused about what my husband does."
"Because of my heart and your pure heart, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll teach you a fun lesson, Liu Ren, have you heard of it?"
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The apprentice was still unconscious and lying in the carriage to rest, so Guiguzi had to drive the car himself.
He was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, with his long whip aside and not interfering with the movement of the big green ox. He raised the palm of his left hand, his eyes fixed on the pad of his middle finger, his expression extremely ugly.
The pulp of the middle finger means emptiness in Liuren.
Even if everything failed, everyone deserved death, but he survived.
"How come nothing happened? I deserve to die!"
The four moles on Guiguzi's forehead trembled back and forth, and his mood fluctuated abnormally. He pinched his fingers again in disbelief and calculated using the Liuren method.
The thumb touches the pad of the index finger, the tip of the index finger, the tip of the middle finger, the tip of the ring finger, the pad of the ring finger, the pad of the middle finger, and then touches the pad of the index finger in a circular motion.
These six parts correspond to Da'an, Liulian, Suxi, Chikou, Xiaoji, and Kongpeng respectively.
Da'an: No one is in serious trouble, and everything will be completed within seven days.
Linger: To stay in the same place, it is difficult to continue, it is impossible.
Quick news: it’s done.
Red mouth: There is a villain causing trouble, and the mouth and tongue are trapped.
Xiaoji: There will be good news within three days, and everything will come true.
Empty death: cessation of thoughts, failure of things, death of people.
The Liuren method takes the three numbers of month, day and hour.
For example, on the 24th day of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, at midnight, three numbers are counted: 11, 24, and 1.
Check it starting from the month, starting from Da'an.
After checking the month and day, and after checking the day, you need to put it down where you are, and do not check directly downwards.
For example, if the month is finished and it falls on Liulian, and the day number is 1, then if you click on the original spot, the day number will be checked. It is still Liulian, not the next surprise.
Guiguzi calculated the month, day, and hour three more times. Each time, his thumb landed on the pad of his middle finger, empty!
"How could it be so! How could it be so!"
Guiguzi looked up at the sky, with an indescribable look in his eyes.
The sky at night is no longer blue, and the white clouds are no longer visible under the erosion of the night.
Liu Ren should not be used frequently. It can only be used on a whim or before making important decisions. It can be used to ask questions from heaven. Use it with trust, and the heart will be sincere. If the Liu Ren is not sincere, disaster will come.
When Guiguzi encounters Ying Cheng, he rises up and falls into the void.
He should have been defeated and killed, but now he is unscathed.
God made a mistake.
"Stop hurting my teacher!"
An old man's cry sounded in the carriage, followed by a series of clanging sounds.
His disciples jumped out of the bullock cart using their hands and feet. Redness and swelling could be seen on their foreheads and wrists.
The ox cart was driving slowly, but the old cart driver did not know that he should have fallen under the ox cart. Life may be worry-free, but a life of sin is unavoidable.
As soon as he said it, Guiguzi reached out with his palm, accurately slapped the disciple on the back, and slapped the disciple down beside him.
The old coachman felt pain everywhere on his body after the fall. In his old age, his bones were no longer strong, his body was no longer strong, and there were stars in his eyes.
But he didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately stood up while holding on to the shaft of the carriage. When he turned around, he found that the person sitting next to him was his teacher.
As soon as the palm of my hand was loosened, the strength I had forced to lift was released from nowhere. I breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the car's shaft in relief, like a big frog.
At this time, the old coachman no longer cared about etiquette.
Looking up at the big green ox, feeling the ox cart moving forward slowly, the old cart driver chuckled.
Surviving a disaster is always something to be happy about.
After laughing, he turned his head and glanced at the teacher's face, and was about to say a few words of joy.
Then he saw his teacher raising his head, four moles trembling like living things, and an ugly look on his face that the old coachman had never seen before.
Ignoring the severe pain all over his body, the old coachman struggled to get up. He looked around vigilantly to see if there was an assassin nearby. He sat close to Guiguzi and protected the teacher.
"Don't be nervous."
Guiguzi's voice was very mechanical, as if he had no brain.
The old coachman's alert expression did not weaken, he picked up the whip and held it in his hand.
"Teacher, don't be afraid, the disciple is here."
His head turned white and his strength was dwindling. The old coachman, who was dragging his body in severe pain, whispered comfort.
Even if he is weaker than the teacher in terms of martial arts and physical fitness, even if he cannot protect himself.
The three hundred and twenty-eight-year-old Gui Guzi's hair is not completely white, and the wrinkles on his face are much fewer than that of the old coachman.
Those who knew that the old coachman was a disciple of Guiguzi, but those who did not know, thought that the old coachman was the teacher of Guiguzi.
Guiguzi lowered his head blankly and looked straight ahead, wondering what he was thinking. The thumb of his left hand slowly and rhythmically touched the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger back and forth.
After being vigilant for a while, he checked the carriage, jumped off the bullock cart and checked the bottom of the cart. After going back and forth for a while, the old cart driver found nothing unusual and confirmed that what the teacher said was true.
Rubbing his forehead, which had turned from red and swollen to purple, he grinned and gasped. He knelt down beside Gui Guzi and turned sideways towards Gui Guzi.
"I saw that the teacher's face was not good, so I thought he was not out of danger."
The old coachman waited for a while, but Guiguzi remained silent, his left hand still moving.
[Teacher, what’s wrong? Why do you keep getting up? Are you still getting up so slowly?]
The old coachman rubbed his forehead and couldn't figure out why after getting out of danger, his teacher's face looked much uglier than when he was in danger before.
"Get up Liuren, immediately."
Guiguzi turned his head and looked directly at his disciple.
"only."
The old coachman didn't even ask what he wanted to calculate. He thought about the month, day, and hour at this moment, and then took three numbers. He moved his left hand back and forth like his master, very fast.
The last blow landed on the pad of the index finger - the safe position, no one was in serious trouble.
Gui Guzi's eyes shone brightly, he grabbed the disciple's left hand and said in a trembling voice:
"Count it again! Quick! Count it again!"
The old coachman felt a little pain in his wrist, but the teacher had his orders and he had to obey them. At that moment, he responded again and quickly touched down with his thumb.
After a while, the thumb returned to its original position - Da'an.
Guiguzi watched the disciple's calculations throughout the whole process, counting silently in his mind every time the disciple's thumb moved. In the end, the disciple's landing point was the same as the one he calculated in his mind.
"Hahahaha, it turns out that Zen's calculation was wrong, it turns out that Zen's calculation was wrong, and God was right!"
Guiguzi laughed loudly, and the big green cow that kept marching laughed so loudly that its tail was wagging and its ears were slightly bent.
The old coachman was happy to see Guiguzi, and he was also happy for the teacher.
When Guiguzi laughed enough, Daqingniu's ears opened again.
Although the teacher still had a smile on his face, he no longer disturbed the cattle and the people, and said:
"The teacher will not make mistakes."
In his mind, his teacher Guiguzi has a perfect plan and never makes mistakes.
"Everyone makes mistakes, and if you're wrong, you're wrong."
Guiguzi didn't take it seriously.
Compared with making mistakes by God, it is much more acceptable to make mistakes yourself.
The old coachman calculated it again and finally landed on the pad of his index finger.
"I didn't make a mistake in my calculation. The teacher's calculation was different from mine. If the month and day don't change, then it's time."
The old coachman's eyes lit up.
"This is the beginning of You, and the number I took is 10. Did the teacher calculate it when I was unconscious? It was Liu Ren at the time of Shen, and the number I got is 9. Did the teacher fall into the void position?"
The smile on Guiguzi's face suddenly disappeared, and he lowered his head and stared blankly at his left hand.
The old coachman was right, he did take the number 9. When he was stopped by Ying Chengyu, it was Shen Shi, not You Shi.
He was not wrong in his calculation, but what was wrong was, God.
The old coachman was a little excited, excited to protect the teacher's reputation, and said with a smile:
"Did the teacher fall into the void position?"
[...Empty death? Empty death! If things fail, people will die!]
The old coachman suddenly remembered the meaning of emptiness, and looked at the teacher with a look of horror on his face.
According to Liuren's calculations, his teacher should not be able to leave alive!
"Teacher, it's okay."
The old coachman forced a smile.
"We are already safe, aren't we? That Zhuzi will never come to assassinate us..."
"If Lord Chang'an sends someone to assassinate him, the target should be Lian Lian."
Guiguzi's face was expressionless.
"The empty death has come true. Unless you and I return to Xinzheng immediately, we will not be able to get out of Changting. If we do, we will die."
"Now then..."
Guiguzi pointed his index finger to the sky.
"God made a mistake."
The old coachman let out a big breath, and his expression immediately softened. As long as he could live, he didn't care whether Liu Ren was right or wrong.
Knowing the teacher's temperament well, he later understood why Guiguzi's face was so ugly. He scratched his white hair and said cautiously:
"Can Zhuzi be Liuren?"
"It's written in the "Corpse" I gave him."
"now it's right!"
The old coachman slapped him hard.
"I think this Zhuzi has calculated the month, day, and hour, and is waiting here on purpose to scare the teacher. The teacher doesn't have to worry about it, it's just a little trick."
Guiguzi's expression also softened and he nodded.
"That should be it."
After talking, he returned to the carriage.
The old coachman quickly took out his legs, which were kneeling with painful knees, and rubbed them vigorously. While rubbing them, he said sincerely toward the carriage:
"When the teacher is in trouble, the disciple must obey him. Next time there is danger, the teacher should not pretend not to know the disciple and only treat the disciple as a driver. For the disciple, not being recognized by the teacher is more uncomfortable than death. The teacher should not sacrifice his own safety.
Disciple, if the teacher dies in front of the disciple, the disciple will not be able to survive."
"Um."
Guiguzi's calm and echoing response floated out of the carriage.
The old coachman was in pain, but he smiled happily.
In the carriage, Guiguzi's face was not calm, but even uglier than if the disciple had not woken up!
He believed in his disciple's judgment, and believed that this was not a coincidence, but was planned by Ying Chengyu. But because of this, his mentality exploded!
There is nothing commendable about this strategy, it is very simple.
Ying Chengyu first took the month and day and counted them. Then he calculated that Liuren would fall into the void position at Shen Shi, so he waited for Gui Guzi at Shen Shi, and then let Gui Guzi go.
God will destroy you in vain, if things fail, people will perish.
But Guiguzi walked away alive, and everything happened to others.
If it were anyone else, this plan would be of no consequence.
But for Guiguzi, who believed in heaven, this strategy was not worth talking about, but he could not accept the result.
He said it was impossible to go against the will of heaven, but Ying Chengyu wanted him to know this time that it was possible!
"What a day's calculation is not as good as a man's calculation! Your Majesty, you are trying to kill me!"