Winter loves only white snow, and the sparse snowflakes let it scatter freely, falling from the night and falling around the three of them, making the scene a little more emotional when they parted.
Looking at the reluctance of the two girls before parting, Wu Zhongxian was indeed touched in his heart. Calculating the time, this was the first winter he had spent in Daqin. If everything went well, he could come back before the Spring Festival.
In the end, Wu Zhongxian declined Si Jinglan's proposal. He had to make this trip to Minshan no matter what. In fact, he had his own considerations in this.
This operation was the first appearance of the new Jianghu Division. It was just the right level of difficulty, and it was also possible to mobilize the Secret Intelligence Division, the strongest intelligence system in Da Qin, for free. It was perfect.
Wu Zhongxian was sitting in the chariot, picked up the gong and opened it carefully, without making any sense. Then he turned to the old man next to him and asked: "Old sir, what mystery do you think this gong hides?"
The old man on the side only glanced at the gong and said calmly: "As long as you send that girl from the Mo family to me as a disciple, I will tell you."
"Old man, this is what's wrong with you. You have to be dignified as a person, but you can't be so stubborn." Wu Zhongxian joked with a smile.
"You, you, you! You kid, you still have the nerve to say that I have nothing to lose?! I just hitchhiked with you for a short distance. How many people are rushing to go with me, and you actually bargain with me?!" As soon as the old man said this
As soon as he was angry, he said with a look of disdain on his face: "If I hadn't done it for the sake of the Mo girl, I would have taught you what it means to respect the elderly and love the young!"
"The ancients said that respecting the old and loving the young means respecting the elderly who are highly respected, but they never said that they should respect those who do not respect the elders and use their power to bully the younger ones." Wu Zhongxian said without mercy at all, and he spoke cleanly.
He retorted, wanting to take advantage of him, but he was thinking too much.
This old man was the fortune teller squatting on the high wall outside the Jianghu Division.
As soon as Wu Zhongxian and his party stepped out of the capital, they were stopped by the old man with his hand. Mo Jianqi, who was traveling with him, recognized the old man at a glance. He was the charlatan who defrauded his life sword, and immediately shouted: "
You old man! Where is my aunt’s sword?!”
The old fortune-teller was also feeling aggrieved at this time. His career as a disciple had been disrupted by the immortal Confucian. He did not dare to stay in the capital any longer. Maybe that girl from Da Qin was now searching for traces of him all over the city.
But can such a big thing as recruiting a disciple be so easy to give up? The old fortune teller thought of a good way. Anyway, he said he would not go into the capital, so it would be better to go directly to the capital to go to the only way to Minshan Mountain.
Just wait for that girl!
Unexpectedly, Wu Zhongxian and others were really blocked by the old man. The old fortune teller naturally did not want to destroy his glorious image in the hearts of his future disciples, so he immediately started to quibble and said: "Hey, hey, I have been traveling in the world for many years because of my childhood."
You girl don’t dare to say that about the golden sign of being honest, and besides, when have I ever deceived you?”
"Business is a matter of mutual agreement between you and me. One hand pays the money and the other hand delivers the goods. According to the hexagram, I can't conclude that it will be difficult for you to do it." The old fortune teller stroked his beard, looked at Wu Zhongxian who was standing aside, and said slightly
He smiled and said, "I saw that boy standing there peacefully. Doesn't this verify what I'm saying in his hexagram?"
"You...you old man really knows how to argue with words, that's all! I don't want that broken sword anymore!" Mo Jianqi's pretty face turned red with anger. Knowing that she was being unreasonable, she walked towards the car and stopped.
Pay attention to the old man.
The old fortune teller stroked his beard and chuckled a few times. He had taken the first step in his career of recruiting apprentices. Although the process was a bit tortuous, the result was always good. When he saw his future apprentice getting on the carriage, he followed him without thinking.
came forward.
Just as the old fortune teller was about to step onto the carriage, he was blocked by a hand. The old man took a closer look and saw that the person blocking him was none other than Wu Zhongxian.
The old fortune teller had a bit of anger on his face, so he started to have bad luck as soon as he entered the capital of Qin Dynasty?! What's wrong with him? He said to him with some annoyance: "A good dog doesn't block the way! How can you go back there?"
go!"
When Wu Zhongxian heard this, he immediately laughed angrily. Seeing that the old man had gray hair on his temples and was still like a naughty boy despite his age, the word "old naughty boy" appeared in Wu Zhongxian's mind.
Of course, Wu Zhongxian wouldn't really care about the old man, but he couldn't let the latter get in the car without any reason. A thought came to his mind, and he said with a smile: "Is the old man's body stiff?"
The old fortune teller was stunned when he was asked, why did he still have to smile when he was being scolded? The old Confucian immortal was not lying to himself. How could this person have the temperament of a person with great luck? He immediately replied: "
If you fart, hurry up and don’t delay me from recruiting disciples.”
Oh! Wu Zhongxian suddenly realized why this old man insisted on pestering them. It turned out that he was interested in Mo Jianqi's qualifications!
Wu Zhongxian looked the old man up and down, and saw that the latter was dressed in tattered clothes, with a straw hat woven from reeds on his head and the same hexagram flag on his shoulders. He didn't look like a reclusive great master, right?
Putting aside the fact that the wanderers dared to stop Da Qin's official car in the street, it can be seen from the latter alone that Mo Jianqi has amazing qualifications, and he has an innate sword bone that has made him famous throughout the ages. This old man is by no means that simple.
Wu Zhongxian rubbed his palms and his eyes suddenly lit up. This old man is a fat sheep! Then he said: "The old man's words just now made me deafened and enlightened. One sentence will make me enlightened!"
A few words of flattery immediately made the old man feel happy, and his expression was slightly relieved, which was very helpful, but the old man was also muttering in his heart, this kid can't figure out my identity? Does he want to get close to me?
The old fortune teller stroked his fluttering beard. It was obvious that the old man wanted to pretend to have the aura of an outsider, but the straw hat that was rotten to the point of falling off the top of his head showed that he had no aura at all.
But the old fortune teller didn't care at all, and then laughed a few times and said: "Young people have really good vision, think carefully, and your future will be unlimited!"
"Yes, yes, the old man is very knowledgeable. I should learn from you with an open mind, but..." Wu Zhongxian's smile remained the same, but a hint of cunning flashed in the corner of his eyes. He changed the subject and said, "The old man also said just now that business is very important.
It's your wish, old man, could you please let me know about your travel expenses?"
"Of course, you look like a reclusive master who is not involved in the world. You probably don't have any gold or silver in your body. You are not such an unreasonable person." Wu Zhongxian had a bright smile on his face and continued:
"Do you always want to pay with things or keep accounts? The interest rate on credit here is very low, and the interest rate only increases by a mere five-tenths every day."
