"Yuan, Yuan... what's going on, why did Huang Jingming..."
"Don't be surprised." The voice in his left eye suddenly interrupted Ma Xiaoquan, "I said that Huang Jingming violated history, and naturally gained some impossible abilities in the process of violating it..."
"Ability? Is it a prophet?"
"Well, you can say that!"
"Damn!" Ma Xiaoquan cursed secretly in his heart. After a long time of fussing, Huang Jingming had figured out that he worshiped Huang Shigong? It's so damn unpleasant to live under other people's calculations.
.
"Master, did Huang Jingming say anything else?"
Huang Shigong shook his head and continued: "No more. After saying that, Jingming fainted."
When Ma Xiaoquan heard this, he secretly gloated: Damn it, it seems that not everyone can control this prophetic ability, Huang Jingming is so strong that he will faint, haha...
In his left eye, Yuan was not angry and cursed: "Huntan Ma Xiaoquan, what kind of mentality do you have? You are such a bastard..."
Ma Xiaoquan didn't care about Yuan's complaints. Anyway, as long as he heard that Huang Jingming was drunk, he would be inexplicably happy.
"Hey!" Huang Shigong sighed, looking at Ma Xiaoquan's proud expression, he shook his head helplessly, "You brat, do you really dislike your senior brother so much?"
Ma Xiaoquan affirmed: "Of course I don't like it. I am a man, and he is also a man. What do I like him for? Besides, master, are you willing to live in a life that others have calculated for you?"
Huang Shigong chuckled, pointed at Ma Xiaoquan and cursed with a smile: "You stinky boy, haha... Okay, don't worry about it. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Jing Ming for a long, long time...
."
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Oh, you said Huang Jingming, he is already dead!"
"Dead?"
"Yes, Jian'an died six years ago. I met Huang Jingming's daughter a few years ago, and his daughter said so."
"Hey!" Huang Shigong suddenly became sad when he heard the news of his apprentice's death.
Ma Xiaoquan saw the sad expression on Master's face and stepped forward to comfort him: "Master, people cannot be resurrected after death. People have to look forward. Look, you still have me, hehe..."
"You?" Huang Shigong glanced at Ma Xiaoquan, "You kid, do you dare to say that you won't leave this era if you get that solar recorder?"
"Uh" Ma Xiaoquan was speechless.
"Okay, there is one more thing I want to tell you!"
"Oh!" Ma Xiaoquan lowered his head respectfully, waiting for the master to speak.
"You have to find that Mr. Lu. I advise you not to kill him."
"Why?" Ma Xiaoquan was a little unhappy. Zuo Ci came over with a piece of imperial green jade to plead with Lu Xian. Why did his master also plead with that guy?
"You'll understand when you meet him!"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and said: "Master, I have met Lu Xian several times..."
Huang Shigong said: "I mean the last time!"
"The last time? When will it be? That guy Lu Xian is getting younger now. Is it possible that he will spend another thirty or fifty years with me?"
Huang Shigong smiled slightly: "The day Cao Mengde dies will be the last time you see each other!"
After Huang Shigong finished speaking, before Ma Xiaoquan could speak, he immediately said seriously: "Go and call your wife. I have something to say to settle her down."
With a lot of doubts in his stomach, Ma Xiaoquan could only hold it in his heart, said softly, and asked: "Master, I have eight wives, which one are you referring to?"
"Nonsense, which one are you talking about?" Huang Shigong jumped up from his seat and kicked Ma Xiaoquan on the butt.
"Hehe" Ma Xiaoquan rubbed his butt and ran out of the room with a smile.
...
After half a stick of incense was burned, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Huang Shigong took a deep breath, raised his head, put down his legs, and said softly: "Come in..."
With a "squeak" sound, the door opened through a not-too-wide gap.
"My disciple-in-law pays homage to the master!"
Huang Shigong nodded, pointed to the seat in front of him, and said slowly: "Sit down!"
"yes!"
...
After everyone sat down, Huang Shigong carefully looked at the woman in front of him through the dim candlelight and smiled bitterly.
"Master, why are you smiling bitterly? Is there something Yue'er did wrong that made you laugh?"
Huang Shigong shook his head: "No..."
"Did your husband make you angry?"
Huang Shigong touched the long white beard on his chin, nodded and said: "Well, this seems to be true..."
"That bad guy...Master, you don't have to mind, I'll go talk to him later..."
Huang Shigong laughed: "Let's put this matter aside for now. Well, I will also call you Yue'er. What do you think?"
The woman raised her head and her big eyes flickered twice: "Master is my husband's master, so naturally he is Yue'er's master. Master can call Yue'er whatever he wants."
"Well, okay, Yue'er... I have no other intention of calling you here. I just want to give you a few words. But before I say anything, I want to ask you first if you are there."
Did you write two lines of poetry before marrying Quan'er?"
"Yes, Master..."
"Then you can memorize those two lines of poetry for me, my teacher, so that I can listen to you..."
"Well, okay." The woman stood up and took a gentle breath, "When will the bright moon come out? I want to drink wine and ask the sky."
"Yeah." Mr. Huang Shi agreed and stood up, "Yue'er, how did you come up with these two lines of poetry?"
"I don't know. This was done casually when I was competing with someone before I married my husband. It's just Master. I can only think of these two sentences, but I can't think of the rest...
."
"Have you not asked Quan'er about these two lines of poetry?"
"No, my husband likes to run around..." When the woman said this, her face felt a little hot.
It's not because I don't want to say it, but every time I want to say it, that bad guy Ma Xiaoquan touches me like a cat, clamoring for intimacy, so that I don't have the right chance to say it.
"Oh, then don't tell him these two lines of poetry."
"Why?"
Huang Shigong said: "Tell that brat, he can't do anything right. His little writing can fool a little girl, huh!"
Just as the woman was about to open her mouth to defend Ma Xiaoquan, Huang Shigong stretched out his hand and stopped him: "Okay, don't say anything anymore. I will give you two sentences. The first sentence: You... Hua Yuexin
, to bear the love of four lifetimes..."
"The love of the fourth life? Master, my disciple and daughter-in-law don't understand."
Huang Shigong chuckled: "You will understand in the future. Well, the second sentence: In the fourth life, there will be a man who will give up everything for you..."
"Give up everything? Master, why do these two sentences "disciple and daughter-in-law" sound like the same sentence?"
Huang Shigong laughed: "It's like a sentence, but not a sentence, Yue'er, oh my poor child, well, four lives, four lives, it's too long..." Huang Shigong said
, raised his right hand and waved it in front of Hua Yuexin.
Hua Yuexin felt dizzy, her body became weak, and she didn't know anything anymore.