Chu Qianli wiped the red crystal compass lovingly, and then put it in her schoolbag properly. After all, this is Grandpa's relic, no matter whether it is useful or not, it is impossible to break it on purpose.
"I just heard a loud voice in the room." Tan Muxing worried, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, I just bought a new compass." Chu Qianli touched his chin and said hesitantly, "No, I'm fine. I'm not sure if he has anything."
There are two compasses in Chu Qianli's schoolbag, one is grandpa's red crystal compass, and the other is a newly bought ordinary compass. She handed the red crystal compass to Tan Muxing at the door, took the initiative to sit down after entering the room, and deliberately placed the schoolbag in the designated position, so that the positions of the Wan Ke Tan, the ordinary compass, and the red crystal compass fell on the same straight line.
Qigua provides feature information and orientation. The characteristics of the two compasses are similar, and they are both in the same orientation, so it will naturally be confusing. Wan Ketan thinks that Chu Qianli will not let the important items leave his body, and of course he is sure that the Haomen Compass is in the schoolbag, so he has a preconceived idea.
The masters firmly believed that the result of their hexagrams was correct, and Wan Ketan only lost because he didn't understand Chu Qianli. She is a born liar, and the information she provides is false and true, and wrong information cannot be taken into account. If one step is wrong, the whole game will be lost.
Tan Muxing: "Will he still trouble you?"
"Hey, why is he bothering me? We're just joking around." Chu Qianli showed off the Eight Emerald Treasures to the tablemate, "Look at him giving me something, we're really talking about funeral objects!"
"He played with me this time, so he should give up."
In the villa in the suburbs of Beijing, Wan Ketan asked the repair master to rush to rescue the smashed compass wreckage.
The repairman stared at the compass for a moment, but he repaired it honestly, reconnected it, and said helplessly: "The precision will still be affected."
Wan Ketan waited anxiously for a long time, and said angrily: "Why is it affected? You are not the best at repairing these things!"
"Is this compass very important..." The repairman faced the furious Wan Ketan, wondering why, "Is there any commemorative value?"
Others chimed in: "This is Master Wan's master compass, which was passed down from the Haomen Patriarch. Please help me out!"
The repairman raised his eyes in confusion: "Master Compass?"
"Yes, yes, it's an antique."
"Then I'll buy you another one. I have a lot of these in my store." The repairman said, "This is an ordinary compass. I usually don't bother to repair it. If it breaks, I can just buy it."
Wan Ketan felt like a bolt from the blue, he almost couldn't stop when he heard these words, and suddenly remembered something strange.
"How come? Look at this, it's obviously dated!"
"It's all made old on purpose, maybe it looks so good-looking." The repairman took out the phone, "Why am I lying to you, you can buy the same model online."
When everyone saw the online shopping pictures on the screen, they all looked back at Wan Ke Tan in embarrassment.
Wan Ketan was trembling with anger, he coughed violently, feeling like he was going to faint at any moment.
Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard. Chu Yilie faked his death and left Haomen, and Chu Qianli changed the compass casually. Both of them are deceitful liars, and in a sense, they come from the same line.
That night, as Chu Qianli said, two of the seven-star lanterns went out inexplicably. Wan Ketan imitated Zhuge Liang's five-zhang origin seven-star lamp, and wanted to extend his life, which was laughed at by Chu Qianli.
Leaving aside whether this matter is scientific or not, Zhuge Liang's main lamp was extinguished and his life extension failed, so he could only throw his sword and sigh: life and death are fate, and it is irreversible.
Wake Tan now has two lights turned off, which is a bad psychological hint. Even though someone was guarding the seven-star lantern all night, it could still be extinguished right under their noses. It really seemed like an ominous prophecy.
Wan Ketan was supposed to settle accounts with Chu Qianli, but now he fell ill and couldn't go out at all.
If people have expectations in their hearts, then they can take a breath. Once the expectations are punctured, all the breath will be let go.
Wan Ketan originally thought that the compass could change everything, but Chu Qianli, who died young, shattered the illusion. Her words are not wrong, if the compass is useful, her fate will not be like this, and it will not be Wan Ketan's turn.
She is more talented than Wan Ketan, but nothing has changed.
Chu Yilie was more talented than Wan Ketan, so he left naturally.
On the hospital bed, Wan Ketan vaguely realized that Chu Qianli was right, but he didn't dare to believe it completely. Once he was completely convinced of this, maybe it was time to go.
He would rather believe that the compass is useful, but dare not look for it again, fearing that his hope will be dashed after he gets it, which is completely complicated and contradictory.
Tan Muxing was originally worried. He was afraid that Wan Ketan would kidnap someone again. Recently, he followed Chu Qianli after school, even on weekends, but he did not encounter any troubles again.
In the class, Chu Qianli sat by the window flipping through the books, pondering the red crystal compass in his spare time.
Seeing her concentrating on it, Tan Muxing said thoughtfully, "It's true that I haven't met those people recently."
Chu Qianli found out that her deskmate was paying close attention to Wan Ketan, so she counted and murmured: "Then let me do the math and see what he is doing..."
"Well... I feel that my health has improved recently, not as bad as before." Chu Qianli said cheerfully, "If he didn't mess around with the ceremony and tried to make himself feel better, he should live for two more days."
"Is the ceremony referring to the seven-star lamp?"
"That's more than that. There are many other things that count as rituals. For example, the reluctance of some people to ask others whether they love me or not..." Chu Qianli lazily said, "There must be ritual circles at home and abroad. It’s useless to say whether this kind of thing is useful, but a mistake in the middle can make people’s mind explode.”
"It's like an extremely anxious senior high school student who gets a fortune-telling and finds out that he failed the exam. It's okay if he doesn't know, and he will go crazy if he knows, so he can't mess around at critical moments." Chu Qianli added, "I don't even dare to count in exams occasionally."
It’s okay if you count things that you don’t care about, but once you count things that you value, it’s very easy to be coerced by emotions and produce nervous and bad psychological hints.
Chu Qianli is very aware of Wan Ketan's current state of mind. If he is smart, he will not explore the compass anymore. The ruthless truth may speed up the countdown.
Tan Muxing's tone was gentle: "It's fine if he doesn't come again."
"I'm afraid you will be disappointed. You seem to be paying attention recently."
"I'm not disappointed, Uncle Qi is a little bit." Tan Muxing was quiet for a few seconds, and explained helplessly, "He has been working hard during this period of time, saying that he has been a driver for too long, and it is rare to be able to be a bodyguard."
What Tan Muxing didn't mention was that grandma was also very excited. She felt that she had a great vision, and now she was short of giving the team a super double.
Tan Muxing does not want any accidents on campus, but the people around him seem to be looking forward to it(?).
Chu Qianli brought back the Emerald Eight Treasures that day, as well as some old books from his grandfather. After she came back, she turned it over and realized, no wonder she hadn't read it before, this wasn't about Ziwei Doushu, it was a travelogue of grandpa when he was young.
"Grandpa wrote his travel notes as novels, and his artistic exaggeration is like an online article, no wonder he really fools people." Chu Qianli flipped through the book casually, "It's definitely a male frequent dragon Aotian, and it's all because of him. "
"Isn't this information?" Tan Muxing asked in confusion, "I see that you study every day, and I think you are serious about studying."
"Nonsense, when did I study seriously, it was only when I read novels that I was so serious."
"..."
These texts record Chu Yizheng's experience of wandering the road when he was young. As a genius of Haomen, he went out to practice, searched for the mountains and rivers that his ancestors had walked through, and met many like-minded people along the way, and fought fiercely with them. Make some friends.
Some names of people are frequently mentioned in old books, such as "Xu", "Mei", "Ye", etc., they should be Taoist people of the same period.
Chu Qianli was startled and said, "Your family is mentioned here!"
"Impossible." Tan Muxing was dubious, he poked his head over and looked at the old book, "Maybe it has the same name."
"Certainly not, look at this paragraph, it's definitely your family." Chu Qianli blinked, and said in a daze, "It turns out that it's a family tradition that you can't afford conflicts. It says your family cooperates with reforms, and the local reputation Very good, so I didn’t suffer much back then.”
The Tan family has always been a big family that is benevolent and generous. It has survived several storms and has not been photographed by the times. Of course, it has encountered difficulties and decline, but it can always turn the corner into safety.
Chu Yizhen commented on the characteristics of this family in the book. This family knows how to restrain their edge and follow the trend, and even praised the Tan family's cook for being really good.
Chu Qianli nodded in agreement: "I also think your food is delicious."
Tan Muxing: "...Thank you, but is there any record of this kind of thing?"
Tan Muxing didn't know the masters very well. After Chu Qianli visited Tan's house, he fell in love with the compound, and Chu Yilie praised the food after visiting Tan's house. Everyone felt that the masters were too down-to-earth.
In the old book, Chu Yilie also recorded a lot of anecdotes about people of the same way. He found that the patriarch had a great fortune, and the compass left behind had something in common with other sect tokens, such as the mahogany sword of Qianmen.
The book also draws the appearance of these tokens, a shriveled compass, a twisted bell, and a scribbled sword.
Chu Qianli looked at the sketch, she frowned, and complained: "No wonder Mr. Wan can't recognize it. My grandfather drew it like this, who can understand it?"
"That's it? That's it? It's not as good as you can draw in a homework book!" Chu Qianli held up the book to show his grandfather's inferior drawing skills to the tablemate.
Tan Muxing reminded weakly: "It was drawn by your grandpa anyway."
Chu Qianli: "That's why I can laugh more unscrupulously. Grandpa really can't study talismans. He can't even draw talismans like this."
Tan Muxing: "?"
Chu Yizheng and others suspected that there were secrets hidden behind the tokens of various sects, but they only found three in the whole country, and finally the matter was left alone. Perhaps the time has not come yet, and the group deduces that there will be a grand Pan Dao meeting in the future, so they decide to go back, recruit disciples, recuperate, and wait for the moment.
Chu Yilie's departure from the teacher's school is a follow-up story, which is not recorded in this travel note.
Chu Qianli had a pair of red crystal tarots in his hand, something his grandfather had never seen before. She speculated that Grandpa and the others could not be found back then, and it was possible that they could not go abroad at will. Due to the limitations of the times, they could not find overseas tokens.
Such keepsakes may be scattered all over the world. The paintings on Grandpa's books are all Taoist objects, but there may be other inheritances overseas, such as the red crystal Tarot.
Classwork in the third year of high school was boring, Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing read old books with relish, and read the stories about youthful ambition and great rivers and mountains, and it was inevitable that they would yearn for it.
Chu Qianli sobbed: "Grandpa traveled around the mountains and rivers at my age, but I was studying hard in the classroom."
"But many people couldn't study back then." Hearing her sigh, Tan Muxing suggested in a gentle voice, "After everything is settled, we can also take a walk around. Didn't Qiu Qingkong still make an appointment to travel abroad?"
"We can go further than them, and even go where they couldn't go in the past."
Chu Qianli was startled when he heard this.
Talking about Mu Xing never evaded the matter of Chu Qianli, but he also had a unique firm belief that he would never believe it. Maybe he was traumatized by metaphysics since he was a child, and he has already developed strong antibodies, even a little invulnerable to all poisons.
Those words about the future knocked him down to the bottom, and then rebounded from the bottom. When you are mentally prepared, the real fall into the abyss also represents a new beginning. The extreme of prosperity must decline, and the extreme of things must reverse, and the worst will follow, which is the beginning of getting better.
The last thing left in Pandora's box is Elpis, hope, and all unrealistic wishes. This is like the compass to Wanketan, and the future to Chu Qianli.
She wasn't sure if it was a realistic wish, but she certainly felt hopeful at the moment.
Chu Qianli responded happily: "Okay, Grandpa has never taken a plane abroad before, and I can show him off to him when I go back to the village."
After imagining the optimistic future, the two began to look through old books again, and found a lot of incomprehensible content.
Chu Qianli scratched his head in confusion: "What's the meaning here? Who is Xiaozhi? Suddenly a new name?"
Chu Yizhen probably didn't expect that the travel notes would be read. He didn't pay much attention to the writing. He often used the surname to refer to him, and occasionally scribbled out typos. It was really a scribbled manuscript.
"Shouldn't this be Xiaozhi?" Tan Muxing contacted the context, he thought for a moment, and tentatively said, "Is this referring to my grandfather? My grandfather's name is Tan Qiyu."
Chu Qianli nodded clearly, and analyzed: "Ah, that means their relationship has improved. What was written earlier was a talk, but what is now written is a small branch, which deeply exposes the author's emotional progression and change, and represents the author's relationship with his friends. True friendship."
Tan Muxing felt that she was obsessed with reading comprehension, and whispered, "It's Qi, not Xiaozhi."
Chu Qianli suddenly remembered something, she suddenly looked up at him, hesitantly said: "Xiao Mu? Xiao Xing?"
Tan Muxing didn't react for a while: "?"
Chu Qianli's eyes lit up, she suddenly realized, and said in surprise: "Stars! It should be stars!"
Tan Muxing was called a nickname on the spot, his face flushed instantly, and he panicked incoherently: "No, no, no..."
Now only the elders call him that at home, talking about Mu Xing is no less than being publicly executed.
Chu Qianli was amused to see him running away, and began to repeat like a mantra: "Stars, stars, stars..."
Tan Muxing could only cover her ears in shame, but she still couldn't stop the magic sound filling her ears.
"It will be called a star from now on." Chu Qianli made a decisive decision. She suddenly remembered something, and said, "Then I will strive to be a civilized person in the future, or I will shoot you if I say 'really a star'."
Tan Mu Xing: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but in fact, you don't have to..."
Chu Qianli turned a deaf ear to his words, and she had already started to repeat them, happily chant: "Xingxingxingxing, Baixiongxingxingxing, Zhishixingxingxing..."
"..." Tan Muxing was immediately embarrassed by being shouted at. He was so ashamed that his ears burned, and he immediately covered his ears, hoping that this wave of Ling Chi would end soon.
He is no longer sure whether it is "Qi" or "Xiaozhi" in the book, but he just feels that his grandfather is called "Xiaozhi", and he might want to get into the cracks of the ground as much as he does now.