The fortune teller's words left Jing Ming and the others speechless for a long time.
The scene fell silent for a moment, but at this moment, two pretty girls suddenly appeared from the crowd on the street.
Perhaps because of the excitement here, some people gathered around him and he ran over stealthily, as if he wanted to find out what was going on.
I saw a young lady on the left, with a face like a spring peach, a delicate nose and a small mouth. Her big beautiful eyes seemed to always shine with a clever and clever light.
The girl on the right has moon-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and is as calm as a lotus. She is the exact opposite of the other girl. There always seems to be a hint of laziness in her eyes, as if she had been asleep for eight hundred years.
The two girls were both dressed in black veils and were probably around fifteen or sixteen years old.
It is really like this: a girl of 28 years old is like a flower, bees come to fetch her and butterflies come to fly with her; look, once such a pretty young lady runs here, countless bees and butterflies follow behind her, suddenly surrounding this small space, making it completely watertight.
But for some reason, although all those ferocious bees and butterflies had fierce eyes, no one dared to get too close. It was obvious that they had tasted the bitterness and felt sorry for the two little girls.
As soon as the two of them showed their heads, they happened to meet an old fortune teller, who looked at Zhu Li with a smile and asked earnestly, "Young man, what is your ambition?"
Perhaps considering Zhu Li's current mental impairment, the old man hastily added: "Should we conquer the four seas and pacify the world? Or should we gather our own troops and gather a group of people?"
This was the first time Zhu Li had been asked such a formal question since he woke up. He looked at the old man timidly, lowered his head shyly, put his hands in front of him nervously, and kept fiddling with the corners of his clothes. In his mosquito-like voice, he said with a hint of shyness: "My ambition, my ambition, is to eat a lot of barbecue, and a lot of pickled pig's trotters."
As soon as this answer came out, the faces of Jing Ming and others immediately turned black, even Zhou Ran was no exception. That was their lord whom they swore to follow until death, but his ambition was to eat a lot of barbecue and pig's trotters. How embarrassing it was for them.
"Pfft, hahaha." But this answer caused an immediate uproar in the ears of outsiders.
Among them, the one who laughed the most happily was the clever girl. She suddenly covered her belly with her hands, and her body suddenly bent like a shrimp. She laughed so hard that her body was shaking and swaying forward and backward, which made the onlookers stare at her sideways and salivate.
The other girl next to her also had a happy look on her face, with a smile on her lips, but she was more reserved. Seeing her senior sister laughing so wildly, she shyly patted the laughing girl on the shoulder and reminded her, "Senior sister, don't laugh so wildly. Look at those stinky men around you, they're all looking at you."
"Besides, this idiot's ideals are similar to yours, Senior Sister, and you still laugh at him."
These two people are none other than the sisters Mo Wenlan and Mo Yangguang.
In order to carry out their grand plan of kidnapping the general and demanding money, the two little girls traveled all the way south from Maozhou, traveling day and night, cheating and deceiving people, leaving behind many of their senior brothers and sisters, and finally they got one step ahead and arrived in Huichuan.
After hearing Zhu Li's ideal, Wenlan immediately burst into laughter without any image, but before she could finish laughing, she was choked by Yangguang's words and started coughing repeatedly, almost choking out tears.
“Cough cough cough…” Wen Lan finally stopped coughing, and immediately her pretty face became serious. She looked towards Yang Guang and said, “What nonsense are you talking about, you silly girl? How can that idiot’s ideals be compared with your senior sister like me?”
"My senior sister's ideal is to eat all kinds of local flavors and taste all kinds of delicacies from all over the world; to whet your appetite with imperial court cuisine and fall asleep in the Peach Garden." "That idiot only likes barbecue and braised pig's trotters. How can he have the grand ideals of my senior sister?"
After speaking about her proud and grand ideals, Wenlan suddenly raised her little head and pointed her nose and mouth at Zhu Li, pretending to look down on him.
But after hearing her words, Jing Ming and others who had gloomy faces looked even gloomier, and they all secretly complained in their hearts, "That's what you call an ideal; it's delicious, and you can make it sound so high-end, grand, and classy. It's conceivable that foodies will call you ancestor when they meet you."
With this thought in mind, the looks they gave Wenlan became strange, as if they were looking at a little pig with two horns, with indescribable contempt.
Some people despise her, but naturally there are also people who like her. There are two people in the field who look at Wenlan with very different eyes.
One of them, of course, was an old fortune teller. He was no ordinary person, and this old man had a quirk, which was that he only looked at people based on whether they liked them or not. Now, after hearing what Wenlan said, he immediately looked at Wenlan with a new respect.
Everyone has ideals, but who would describe their ideals in such a grand way? Obviously, Wenlan in front of us is one of them.
The other person who looked at Wenlan differently was naturally Zhu Li. Although Zhu Li was mentally impaired now, he was once a master who was closest to entering the realm of Xuan, and his eyesight was very sharp.
Wenlan's nose was facing him, so he looked along her neck. At this moment, he suddenly pointed at Wenlan's chin and said, "Pretty girl, your chin is so greasy, it seems to be lard, and it also smells like soy sauce pig's trotters."
As soon as this was said, Yangguang next to Wenlan suddenly "poofed", bent over, and covered her stomach, laughing so hard that her body shook with tears in her eyes: "Hahaha, senior sister, haha, you are really embarrassed now."
When others heard this, they couldn't help laughing. Even Jing Ming, who was always serious, couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
When Wenlan heard this, she suddenly lowered her head. After Zhu Li said this, she quickly stretched out her little hand to wipe it, and when she wiped it, she really got a handful of lard.
Being called out for her embarrassing mistake in public made her face turn pale instantly. She lowered her head and could only stare at Zhu Li with unfriendly eyes through the gaps in her hair, as if she wanted to tear the other person's mouth apart.
Not long ago, she and Yangguang did have a free lunch, which was braised pig's trotters. They ate too much and had no money to pay the bill, so in a hurry to eat and drink for free, they ran away and did not notice that there was still some lard on their chin that had not been wiped off.
If she didn't look up, no one would notice it. But just now, in order to show off, she deliberately looked up and despised Zhu Li, and the sharp-eyed Zhu Li saw it clearly. Not only that, but he also said it out loud in public, which made her very embarrassed.
Fortunately, at this time, the fortune-teller walked towards Wenlan leisurely and said gently: "Young lady, I see that you are the destined person I am looking for."
As he spoke, the old man shook his right hand, and a dry black branch appeared in his hand. He handed the branch to Wenlan and said sincerely: "Since you are destined to be together, I will give you this piece of Wanlingjiao."
An old man, holding a dead branch that he had picked up casually, handed it to Wenlan like a treasure. Wenlan was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She had no place to vent her anger, and this old man was making fun of her.
Just as she was about to lash out at the other person, Zhou Ran, who was standing aside, suddenly stared at the branch curiously, looked at the fortune-teller in confusion, and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't Wanlingjiao be an ointment? Why is it a dead branch?"
Upon hearing this, the fortune-teller glanced at him unhappily and said, "A snail is also a cow. Have you ever seen people plowing the land and using snails to pull the plow?"
Zhou Ran was choked by the word "Uh" and was dumbfounded.
The old man was obviously upset about Zhou Ran calling him an old fellow, and continued, "As for why it's called Wanlingjiao, since I got this thing, I don't know what to call it, so I just gave it a name. Do you have any objection?"
"Uh, no." Zhou Ran said in surprise.
Wenlan heard the conversation between the two and instantly felt that this branch might be no simple matter.
For some reason, she stretched out her hand as if possessed by a ghost, took the "gum of panacea" that looked like a dry branch, and bowed to the fortune teller as a way of expressing her gratitude.
Seeing Wenlan so well-behaved and polite, the old gentleman nodded with satisfaction. After finishing his work, he was about to leave. Lu Changyuan, who was standing on the side, was indignant. He stretched out his arms and suddenly blocked the fortune-teller in front of him, asking, "Sir, didn't you say that if my husband answered your question, you would give this Wanlingjiao to my husband? Why did you give it to this greedy girl?"
After saying that, Lu Changyuan looked at Wenlan with contempt, which made Wenlan so angry that she gritted her teeth. But the facts were there and she couldn't argue. She could only blame Zhu Li for exposing the fact that there was lard on her chin. She could only give Lu Changyuan a cold look, then turned her head away proudly and ignored him.
What Lu Changyuan asked was naturally what Zhou Ran, Guo Dalu and others wanted to ask, so everyone looked at the fortune teller, as well as Wenlan and Yangguang who appeared from nowhere, with unfriendly eyes.
Upon hearing this, the fortune-teller said calmly, "I once said that my treasures are only given to the destined ones. The young man and this young lady just now both described their ambitions. Do you think the young man's ambitions make him qualified to receive the treasures?"
Facing the old gentleman's questioning, several people including Jing Ming looked at Zhu Li with a complicated look, and they all lamented in their hearts that a person whose ambition was to eat barbecue and pickled pig's trotters seemed really not qualified to get the treasure.
Thinking of this, Jing Ming waved his hand to stop Lu Changyuan. He bowed to the old man and said, "Sorry, since my husband has no affinity with this Wanlingjiao, it would be unreasonable for us to make things difficult for him. Please do as you please."
Upon hearing this, the old gentleman once again looked at Jing Ming meaningfully, and said in a clear voice: "Haha, General Jing is still very righteous. However, you don't have to worry about your husband's serious injury."
"If good and evil go unrewarded, the universe must be partial; man acts, God sees. For this young man, this is his fate and a hurdle in his life."
“If you make it, you can go further; if you can’t make it, as long as you have enough food and drink for your whole life, you will be happy, isn’t that also a kind of happiness?” As soon as he finished speaking, the fortune-teller did not stay any longer, but went straight into the crowd and disappeared without a trace, even leaving his fortune-telling stall.