At the China Overseas Police Headquarters, Mayor Fan’s secretary was already sitting there and waiting. The director was the old man who knelt down for Fan Da. Although he didn’t like Zhang Yuan too much, he was absolutely unwilling to offend Mayor Fan, or even to Zhang Yuan. The mayor's benefactor nodded and bowed a little.
"Xiao Zhang, you have exhausted your Uncle Zhao. Just arrived at the city government, and heard that you had an accident, and hurried back to the bureau." Director Zhao shook the sweat on his forehead. What he said was the truth. As a director who is about to retire and has just been promoted, he dare not offend him in every respect.
"Uncle Zhao, you have worked hard." Zhang Yuan also recognized the uncle of a police chief.
"Huh!" Qin Xiaorou despised Zhao Ju in such a low voice.
"Hey, why don't you make a transcript? I have a meeting in the city, I'm rushing to attend." Mayor Fan’s secretary Xiao Wang said, don’t look at him like his grandson in front of the mayor, and come out. He speaks with his head upright, like his ancestors.
"Secretary Wang, what does your meeting have to do with our interrogation of the suspect?" Qin Xiaorou replied irritably. Zhang Yuan suddenly felt that the Qin family estimated that the backstage was also very large, otherwise this serious case team leader would be a big official, not only Confronting the mayor face to face, the mayor's secretary is even more disregarded.
"Mayor Fan requested that we must invite Zhang Yuan to attend this meeting!" Secretary Wang also prepared a set of rhetoric, of course it is an excuse, toes also understand that the city government meeting must let a high school student attend? This is nonsense, of course, no one dared to say nonsense about the Deputy Mayor.
So after a simple interrogation, Zhang Yuan was released again. The Secretary-in-chief personally sent it out. Qin Xiaorou ran out behind him and shouted angrily, "Zhang Yuan! Don't blame us if you have something wrong!"
joke! I have to blame you for what happened! Zhang Yuan smiled. He has made a decision. Since he can't avoid it, don't hide it. The best defense is offense! Since boxing is not the way he likes, use the way he likes to solve it.
But before acting, he still had one thing to solve first, and that was the pain on the back of his neck, which made him severely desensitized to the sense of danger.
Asking Secretary Wang to park the car near the pedestrian street, Zhang Yuan separated from him. Following the memory, walking through the streets and alleys, once again came to the tree on the demolition site last time.
There are people under the tree. An old man with a white beard, dressed in a snow-white long gown, with a fairy style, resembling a master in the movie.
Zhang Yuan was surprised! This old man has seen it before, in a dream. This old man was the old guy who played with women in his dreams every morning. Zhang Yuan never thought that he could dream of someone he hadn't seen before, and he could still dream of it every day.
What's even stranger is that the old man seemed to know Zhang Yuan, and he said: "Young man, you are finally here."
"Old man, you..." Zhang Yuan suddenly realized that there were too many questions, and he didn't know which one to ask first.
The old man touched the white beard under his jaw and smiled, "If you don't mind, let me buy you a cup of coffee and tell you my story."
Not far away, Shangdao Coffee House. A small semi-enclosed private room, dazzling heat, rich bitter fragrance, the silver spoon in the old man's hand slowly stirred, in a calm and indifferent tone, telling a story that Zhang Yuan did not believe in.
The old man called himself Tao, for the time being, because he said that he was too old and had forgotten his name and age. According to him, he was always such a few hundred years old.
To live for hundreds of years is naturally not an ordinary person. Tao is always a martial artist, and the martial arts sect she practiced makes people feel contemptuous. Taohuamen is also commonly known as the flower-picking thieves.
The origin of the Taohuamen, the master, the founder, the history, and the extension are all unknown. In the words of the old man, he is also a stranger in the Taohuamen.
There is only one disciple in each generation of Taohuamen, who is naturally the master of the door. Of course, it doesn't matter what the captain of the one-man independent brigade is called.
Every sect master of the Taohua Gate will select the next disciple a few days before his death. After the selection, the sect master will soon reincarnate and enter the cycle of reincarnation, and Tao Lao is the eighteenth generation of sect master.
"That is, your disciples in Taohuamen are randomly selected, and you will be arrested when you die? How to ensure the qualifications and character of the disciples?" Zhang Yuan couldn't help but interrupt.
"Huh!" The old man took a sip of coffee and said with a flat taste, "Actually no, we have no secrets, no scriptures, no magic weapons, but there is a token. The token will be held by the former sect master. At that time, find its suitable owner, and that will be the next master."
"It's such a coincidence? If the token finds the owner, what should I do if the original master is not dead? Or the former master died and the token hasn't found the master yet?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
Tao Lao shook his head indifferently and smiled, "Impossible. Some people look down on everything and don't fight or grab, but they get everything that others expect. Others care about everything, and finally lose everything. Don't you feel that the hand of fate is in the dark Arrangement in the Underworld? Humans have omissions, but the ways of heaven are omissions."
Zhang Yuan nodded, maybe everything was arranged long ago by God's will, and there may have been a script arranged by the director for the scenes of love, hatred, and hatred.
"You just said that Taohuamen has no cheats and no magic weapons, so what is passed on? Is it a token? What is a token? How powerful is it?" Zhang Yuan found that his problems were really not average.
"Yes, our Taohuamen is not like other sects. It has martial arts secrets, handed down weapons, and fist scores. But all the upright and evil sects with many disciples have perished, and many of our sects have been passed down to this day. . Why is this?" Tao Lao paused slightly and asked Zhang Yuan to think about it before answering his own question.
"One is because our descendants of the Taohuamen have lived long enough, and the other is simplicity. We don't have complicated techniques, and there will be no different generations of masters with uneven abilities. We have only one treasure and one token that we have passed down from generation to generation. , There is a mantra."
"Hehe." Hearing about the treasure, Zhang Yuan laughed and teased: "Brother, are you short of money? I'm a poor student, you can't swindle my money, you bring a fake antique to me and I have no money to buy it. , You tell me a formula and I have no money for you."
The old man Tao knew these words that others would not believe, and said, "It seems that I don't want you to see the true power. You don't believe me."
Old man Tao bowed his head and was silent for a few seconds and said, "There are 47 people on this floor, and 32 women. According to my standards, there are 2 high-class beauties, 10 middle-upper and 12 middle-lower, ugly girls. Eight, if you want to listen, I can also classify the current position and age of all men and women."
Of course Zhang Yuan would not believe how a person who has accepted materialism from a young age can easily believe in some magical function.
"I don't have the energy to count you, but your standards seem to be quite high." Zhang Yuan looked at the waitress walking around in the coffee shop, as if his eyes were full of tender arms and legs, all with willows. Ye Meiyan, they are all pretty, the old man actually said there were only two.
"Well, then, let's talk about you." The old man seemed to be confident, "From you, I can feel the breath of two people. One body is dead, and the other is dead."
The words of Old Man Tao surprised Zhang Yuan. He didn't understand these things himself, so he hurriedly asked: "Oh? What else? To elaborate."
Zhang Yuan’s reaction made Old Man Tao very satisfied, but he shook his head again, “I can’t see the other things. I’m not a fortune teller, nor a ghost hunter, but I also know that you have a pain in the back of your neck, and you I dream of me every morning recently, right?"
Zhang Yuan believed a little this time. You know, he never told anyone about his spring dream every morning.
The next sentence of Old Man Tao made Zhang Yuan understand what these are all about, "Because the pain in the back of your neck was caused by me, and I entrusted you with your dream."
"Oh?" Zhang Yuan suddenly remembered that he had made friends with Lu Yao under the tree that day, and felt that someone was peeking. "It was you who peeped behind that day?"
The old man smiled and said, "It was me who peeked, but I was not behind. I saw it from the big peach tree."
"Old bt." Zhang Yuan cursed, and looked at the old tree outside without any leaves through the glass of the coffee house, "It turns out that it is a peach tree. Is there such a thick peach tree?"
"Of course." The old man Tao also looked at the old tree outside. It was thick and dry. The brown branches were covered with scars from the years. There were no leaves on the branches. There were a few pieces just emerging from the lower part of the canopy. The new bud of trembling in the autumn wind, as if telling the world that it is not dead yet.
"I think when I first remembered this tree, this tree was so stubborn." The old man's voice suddenly became extremely sang-sang. He shook his head somewhat indifferently, with a hint of tenderness in the corner of his eyes.
"You're just a big mouth?" Zhang Yuan looked at the old man, and then at the old tree that two people couldn't hold. "You really have lived for hundreds of years?"
"En." The old man Tao did not argue, but silently nodded, looking at the tree, as if he had penetrated countless years of wind and rain, as if he had seen his childhood.
After a long time, the old man sighed, retracted his gaze, sat upright, and waved to Zhang Yuan, "Come on, turn around, I will help you take out the things behind you."
The old man opened Zhang Yuan’s collar and patted it lightly, and a bright water drop fell on the palm of the old man’s palm. The hand of the water drop did not roll, but lay quietly, like a crystal stone carving. The small water drop ornaments flashed brightly under the illumination of the overhead spotlight.
Zhang Yuan touched the back of his neck, "It seems to be better." Pointing to the water drop and asked, "What is this?"
"This is the token of our Taohuamen."
"Oh." Zhang Yuan nodded, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah? The token chose me as the next master!"
"Nonsense, or what do I tell you to do?" Old man Tao gave Zhang Yuan a white look, and tore a red thread from his neck. He pulled it casually. The water droplets that seemed to have no holes were hung on. On the silk thread.
"This will belong to you from now on, the new Taohuamen sect master." The old man put the pendant into Zhang Yuan's palm.
"Then you are going to die?" Zhang Yuan looked at the old man blankly again.
"It's not death, it's reincarnation." The old man corrected, and pulled out a small pink piece of paper from his pocket. "My physical body will be incarnation tomorrow. This is the situation of my reincarnation. You have been in the past seven or seventy-four. Nineteen days later, even tomorrow is fifty days later, you can find me by pressing the position on this note. If you have time, you can help me who was reborn."
"Okay." Zhang Yuan put on the pendant again under the note, and asked: "What is this drop of water, and is it worth it?"
"Of course it is valuable. It seems that you are short of money. I knew I would not donate all my property to the World Orphans Fund."
"Ah, you donated all your property?" Zhang Yuan was extremely disappointed, "Then I help the reborn you like this? You are hundreds of years old, do you always want to keep some fortune?"
"I didn't keep it, I donated it, I didn't bring it with my life, I didn't bring it with death, it was nothing more than something outside of my body. I think that back then, so many women got pregnant for me, but I didn't fulfill my father's responsibilities. Can't let go."
Zhang Yuan nodded. Of course, there are countless women who have picked this flower picker. They did not have contraceptive measures hundreds of years ago. It is estimated that most women abandoned them after they gave birth to unmarried children. To say that this old guy is really wicked.
"The world is full of children and grandchildren, then you are worth death." Zhang Yuan sneered.
"I can't finish talking about my romantic affairs in 10 days." The old man smiled slightly, but instead of saying it, he said, "Well, now I will tell you what this token is, this is a drop of water. It's not ordinary water, it's a drop of weak water."