Volume Three, Yinjiang Chapter Ninety-Ninth Flowers and Leaves
Looking at the crowd of people coming and going, it seems that everyone has forgotten the commotion just now, walking alone to greet passers-by, and no one pays attention to the fortune teller. All he sees is the silver coins scattered on the ground, and the fortune teller is already there.
He didn't pick it up or avoid it. He just used the yin-yang flagpole to grope on the ground, constantly looking for a way forward.
Qingqing only felt that this fortune-telling method was very powerful. Because the ordinary wizards asked for different fortunes, he couldn't help but want to know who was more powerful, the old man's fortune-telling or the witchcraft of West Lake and Beimo.
So he grabbed Ziqin's sleeve and whispered: "Master, let's try it too."
As soon as he heard Qingqing's words, Ziqin suddenly felt startled for some reason, as if he was grabbed by some mysterious force, and his chest felt heavy and uncomfortable. He reluctantly smiled at Qingqing and just said: "It's just a gangster walking on the street.
It's just a trick to support the family by walking around the alleys. It's getting late, so we'd better go somewhere else to rest." Seeing that the master was not very interested, Qingqing didn't force it. When he turned around again, he saw lights and colorful decorations everywhere on the shore, taking advantage of the sky.
It's not dark yet, and everyone seems to be busy hanging something on their doorsteps.
Feeling puzzled, Qing Qing loudly asked the oarsman: "Shipman, what day is it today? Why are every household so busy?"
The old boatman turned back, and while he was rowing the boat, he cast an incredulous look at Qing Qing: "How come you don't even know this, young lady? Are you two coming here to enjoy the boat, not because of the fame of the 'Fairy of Hundred Flowers'?"
These words made Qing Qing curious: "Who is this 'Fairy of Hundred Flowers'?"
"At first glance, you two are not from West Lake." The boatman smiled and shook his head, stopped the oar, and gestured in the direction of the shore with his fingers, "'Baihua Fairy' is the first-class oiran of Ruixin Pagoda in Nanlin.
It is said that she is proficient in poetry, singing, drinking tea and listening to the piano, and has a beautiful face that even gods cannot imitate! It is because there are rumors that when seeing this Baihua Fairy, let alone mortals, even flowers will be tempted.
When I saw it, I couldn't help but close the petals and blushed with embarrassment!"
Unexpectedly, in the Ruixin Pagoda of Nanlin, in just one year, the tragic situation of being eroded by the fire was forgotten, and it became a favorite talk among people in the streets and alleys again. Now this unheard-of oiran still has such a beautiful appearance.
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From the mountains to the rivers and lakes, Qingqing has seen many beautiful women, whether it is Qi Lang, Jimo or the owner of Wuling Tomb. However, Qingqing is the first to be praised to such an extent by people like this "Fairy of Hundred Flowers".
I heard about it later, so I asked the boatman: "Shipman, this oiran from Nanlin is so beautiful, why are all the people in West Lake so lively?"
The boatman picked up the oar again and slowly swung it: "Today is a big day for courtesans to parade through the streets. After tonight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see the 'Fairy of Hundred Flowers' again!"
Hearing that there were flower fairies and oirans parading on the shore, Qingqing vaguely had some ideas to find out. Ziqin, standing aside, saw that Qingqing had wanted to go ashore, so she asked the boatman
Said: "How far is the next pier?"
"It's far away!" The old man stretched out his hand exaggeratedly, "We definitely won't be able to get there tonight. If you two don't want to go ashore, you will have to spend the night on the boat!"
Helpless, Ziqin sighed lightly and rubbed Qingqing's head. Qingqing knew that the master had agreed to go ashore to watch the fun, so she pursed her lips and smiled, couldn't wait to grab the master, led the golden horse, and jumped from the pier.
Go ashore. Just as the two figures blended into the crowd, Ziqin suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the boats parked in front of the pier.
The old captain guarded the boat well, leaning on the canopy and squinting his eyes. But Ziqin somehow felt a little panicked in his heart.
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It was chaotic, as if the boat would never be seen again.
There were so many people walking on the street that the two of them got confused walking in the alleys. After a while, they couldn't find the way they came. This Miyu West Lake is no different from other places. Boats are used to carry people and horses, and there are not many
People are walking on the shore. Waterways are crisscrossing the lake, and boats of all sizes are constantly flowing on the lake.
It so happened that today was a big day for Oiran parades. The waterway streets with flowing lakes had already been cleared for the arrival of Oiran boats. Therefore, people coming and going were all crowded on the narrow stone road.
The two walked back and forth, but the freshness of having just got off the boat had long since lost. They could only feel that people were crowding around each other, and there were constant shouting and quarrels. The golden horse even slipped its hoof several times and almost fell into the water. Qingqing looked at the master.
, the two looked at each other and smiled, turned around in unison, and walked back towards the pier.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he almost bumped into a thin figure.
The figure lowered his head and didn't look at the road. He headed towards the direction of the master and the apprentice. Unexpectedly, he was holding a flag in his hand. Halfway through, the flagpole slipped on the ground and was about to fall into the ground.
In the waterway a few steps away, Qingqing, with quick eyes and quick hands, leaned out half of his body and fished out the chess piece with a gentle and skillful movement.
I saw a pair of yin and yang fish painted on the flag, embracing each other.
Qing Qing stared at the yin and yang symbol for a long time, feeling dizzy in his head. The two chubby fish seemed to be spinning rapidly on the water. Unexpectedly, the man in front of him neither responded to the salute nor thanked him. He grabbed the yin and yang flag with his hands and turned around.
Let’s go. He keeps mumbling:
"If you don't care about worldly affairs, it doesn't count as good or bad. If you want to spend more than one year, your money will be in the cage..."
The fortune teller was really weighing a small bamboo cage with his other hand, and the only copper coin in it was jingling. Looking at the back, it was clearly the fortune teller who had just been at the dock, attracting a crowd of people.
Seeing the fortune teller behaving strangely for no apparent reason, Qingqing finally couldn't help it and shouted: "Wait a minute!"
The fortune teller stopped when he heard the sound, turned around, and closed his eyes tightly: "Girl, do you want to tell your fortune?"
Qingqing and Ziqin were holding hands at this moment, and before she could say anything, she felt a sudden tug on the palm of her master's hand, tightly clasping her little hand between her fingers. At this moment of hesitation, the fortune teller had already turned around,
He walked closer to the two of them again.
Impartially, he stopped right in front of the position where Qing Qing spoke just now.
This strange fortune teller didn't say a word. He just stood upright in front of Qing Qing, lowered his head and closed his eyes. He didn't care about people coming and going, but he didn't care. If a passerby walked by with intentions, he would be scared to death.
, it is quite possible to regard the fortune teller as a zombie standing on the roadside.
Qingqing felt a layer of cold sweat quietly break out on his back. Just as he was hesitating, he heard his master beside him, taking a step forward and saying:
"Please tell me your fortune."
Listening to Ziqin's voice, it doesn't sound like she is casually curious, but rather like she has made a lot of determination.
Hearing the sound, the fortune teller finally raised his head, with a faint smile on his lips, and slowly opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, the man's cloudy eyes were fixed on Qingqing's face for a moment, and then on Ziqin's face.
He looked, but then looked back in the direction of Qing Qing. After looking at each other for a while, he suddenly closed his eyes, turned around and left without saying a word.
His appearance aroused Qingqing's impatience. Qingqing stepped forward and grabbed his Yin-Yang flag: "I just calculated this hexagram, why didn't you tell me how much silver it will cost?"
The fortune teller hurriedly waved his hands: "I don't want money, I don't want your money. Don't ask me what the fortune is like - life and death are fateful, it's hard to explain." After that, he stepped up his pace, eager to get out of the crowd.
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Shuttle away.
Hearing his words, Qing Qing was even more surprised, and secretly thought in his heart: "If there is a fate between life and death, what do you want a fortune teller to do?"
Thinking of this, she pulled her into the other end of the flagpole and refused to let go. Ziqin came to Qingqing's side and patted the disciple's shoulder gently. Qingqing reluctantly let go. Who knew the fortune teller
The man was defenseless, and he used all his strength to snatch the Yin-Yang flag, but the other end suddenly lost strength and almost staggered to the ground.
When the fortune teller stood firm and turned around, Ziqin smiled lightly and said: "A gentleman asks about disaster, not blessing. If the fortune teller is different, it's okay to ask an elder to tell you."
Just now he saw the frightened look on the fortune teller's face, and Zi Qin had a guess in his mind. But he never expected that this was such a powerful and sinister prediction that it could frighten the fortune teller so much that he didn't even give up his money and almost fell down.
On the ground, although she didn't know what the hexagram was about when she casually asked, Ziqin vaguely felt that the inexplicable panic she felt when leaving the shore had disappeared, and she felt calm and relaxed.
The fortune teller bent over and turned around, waving his hands to the two of them: "That's all, I don't want the money from both of you. Since you really want to know clearly, let Xiaoke tell you one or two - I won't tell you two.
Within a hundred days, your life will be at stake and you will face a bloody disaster!"
Seeing the fortune teller speak with a twisted and ferocious face and a trembling tone of voice, like a prisoner rushing to the execution ground, he was so scared that he peed his pants. Ziqin and Qingqing let out a sigh of relief at the same time, thinking that it was some serious disaster.
Walking around the world, licking blood from the tip of the sword every day, who has ever been afraid of bloodshed?
Perhaps expecting the two of them to be so unconcerned, the fortune teller still waved his hand, said no more, turned around and left. Zi Qin took a few steps forward and said, "Wait a minute!" When the fortune teller turned around, Zi Qin said
Qin rolled up her sleeves, bowed slightly and said, "Please give me some advice. May I ask if there is any solution to this bloody disaster?"
The man sighed, as if hesitating for a moment, then took Ziqin's hand and wrote twenty words on his palm:
There are flowers but no leaves, and leaves are growing but no flowers. The flowers and leaves are in opposite directions, and tomorrow a hundred flowers will be killed.
After writing the last word, the point was pressed down hard, which even made Ziqin's hand feel pain. The fortune teller flicked his sleeves, raised his wrist high, forced out a smile, closed his eyes and said: "The way to find the solution is to pour it down."
It’s not difficult. As long as you two always rely on each other and never separate, it’ll be fine.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the Yin Yang flag, turned around and walked towards the pier. "Silver..." Before Qingqing could catch up with Xiang, the figure in six Yao clothes had gradually disappeared into the depths of the dark crowd.
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Seeing the mysterious fortune teller walking away, Qingqing still stood there blankly. It wasn't until Ziqin tapped her forehead with her finger that she suddenly came back to her senses: "Master, that person was with you just now.
What’s written on the palm of your hand?”
Ziqin shook his head: "Qin doesn't understand either. It's probably the reason why we can't separate."
Unexpectedly, when Qingqing heard this, he suddenly clapped his hands and a light smile appeared on his face. Seeing his master looking at him, his smile instantly turned shy. Qingqing turned the reins in his hands several times and lowered his head again.
Go to head.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Master, I'm thinking...I'm thinking..." After a moment of hesitation, Qingqing's voice became lower and lower, "I'm thinking about what the fortune teller said about how to unravel the blood light hexagram."
Linghu Ziqin was smart all his life, but at this moment he turned into a fool: "What can I do?"
Qingqing pouted her little mouth and looked at the master. Ziqin looked really confused and confused. Qingqing didn't know how to continue speaking, but she suddenly grabbed the golden horse tightly, turned around, and ran away quickly.