Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 896: The ninety-third bowl of soup (2)

The ninety-third bowl of soup (2)

Meng Daxian walked the rivers and lakes for decades, the city management chased the security guards, chased the wild dog, bitten by the wild dog, just a few days passed the birthday, the big things are not small, in short, I have never made a fortune in this life, and when I was the richest, I was full of belongings In addition to the bankbook, the total is 4,876 yuan and fifty-two. The best set of clothes is the Taoist robe handed down by the master. Usually, I wash the old Chinese tunic suit. In short, my life is really shabby.

But the little girl was a prophecy, and even Meng Daxian couldn't help but be interested. He stared at Qing Huan for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Do you have a master?"

Qing Huan smiled: "Do you want to accept me as your apprentice? I'm afraid that won't work."

Meng Daxian lowered his face and sighed, "Forget it." After speaking, his face became ugly, "Stinky girl, do you know that you respect the old and love the young? You just watched me, an old man falling into the ditch. Why don't you come and pull a hand? It's really not old in the world..."

I don't want it anymore. She is wearing a new skirt, and the fat old man looks fat and strong, and feels stronger than her little girl. "You'd better get up by yourself, and I'll invite you to make a string at night."

Meng Daxian's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course."

"You pay the bill?"

"Of course."

Meng Daxian, who was still sitting in the stinky ditch, laughed and a carp jumped up: "I'll go home and take a bath first!"

After finishing talking, he ran away, and the stall is no longer needed, and it doesn't matter if Qing Huan is really waiting for him here. Qing Huan sat on Meng Daxian's bamboo chair, patted the dust on her skirt, and flipped through the notebooks on Meng Daxian's stall. These are not valuable goods, even if they are thrown here, no one will take them, and they can't sell for a few cents when they sell scraps, so Meng Daxian is still very relieved. His home is just behind this street, and it doesn't take ten minutes to come back after taking a shower.

Qing Huan found that although this fat old man looks like this is not good or that, but he is really capable, and he has a lot of research on the five elements, gossip, and magic. She set up a stall here for two days, during which she also heard Meng Daxian tell fortune-telling. Although she only said a few things, it was all correct without mistakes. The money he received was not much, ten yuan and twenty. He looked like a swindling and cheating gangster, but he was actually an old urchin.

She waited until Meng Daxian came back, and then slowly opened her stall - just where Meng Daxian set up the stall before. Meng Daxian blinked his eyes and asked, "What are you doing? Didn't you mean to ask me to make skewers?"

"It's only what time." Qing Huan looked at the time, "It's not even six o'clock, isn't it all night? And if I don't set up a stall, how can I have money to treat guests?"

It does seem to have some truth to this statement, but Meng Daxian suddenly recalled that she didn't set up a stall and had no money to entertain guests. What she set up a stall and robbed him was all his business! Before he could refute, the business of the little girl came to the door. Meng Daxian almost didn't hold his head and cry. Does being good-looking have these advantages? Is he willing to be old, wretched and sloppy now? When he was young, he was also handsome and fashionable and popular with thousands of girls! Who knew it would be like this now?

Bah, that **** who squeezed in front of the little girl, passed by his stall a few days ago, and even deliberately said that he didn't believe in these things, and that Meng Daxian was a liar, why is he squatting on the little girl's horse now? , concentrate on listening to fortune-telling?

This is simply beauty discrimination!

Meng Daxian briefly reviewed his youth and beauty, and then sat down angrily to see Huan's fortune-telling. At first, she held the attitude of "seeing her fooling people", but then she became more and more surprised, and finally she stared straight at him.

He learned from a very ancient and mysterious sect. There are very few disciples in the sect, but all of them have real skills. Just like this divination, Meng Daxian is also good at it, but heaven is impermanent, and the secret cannot be leaked. Many times he can't say more about what he knows, otherwise his life will be lost. Over the years, it is inevitable to encounter some things that have to be said even if he loses his life, so don't look at him in his 50s or 60s, in fact, Huafa, who will be in his early 40s, is also tired of heaven's secrets, but this girl is simply I don't know anything, say anything!

Some words can't be said. If you say it, you will reveal the secret, and you will be punished by God!

Meng Daxian's face was not good-looking. When he saw that Qing Huan had received a fifty-dollar bill, he hurried over to squeeze the next fortune-teller out of the way - anyway, these people were not serious fortune-tellers. "Stop for a moment, I have something to tell you."

Qing Huan looked at him curiously, Meng Daxian frowned, a little bit less vulgar, and looked really immortal. So Qing Huan politely rejected several guests who were queuing behind and asked, "What's the matter?"

Meng Daxian considered for a few seconds and asked, "You know so much, you should have a master, right?"

Qing Huan nodded, of course she had a master, but her master passed away a long, long time ago, and now that she was reincarnated as a human being, those memories were always remembered by her alone.

"Then didn't your master teach you to only say three points when you look at the picture?!" Meng Daxian couldn't help but become serious, "What should you say and shouldn't say you don't know? , and not afraid of short-lived!"

If you don't know, you might think that Meng Daxian is cursing her short life, but Qing Huan knows that he is worried. So she smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine." She knew the proportions, and those who came to fortune-telling didn't believe her at all, they just wanted to see how beautiful she was.

Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, Meng Daxian's expression suddenly became extremely complicated. He seemed to remember something bad in the past, and his dejected expression seemed to be ten years older in an instant. "You're still young...I don't know how precious life is." I don't understand how happy it is to live, so I dare to spend so carefree.

He watched the little girl's fortune-telling just now, and followed it in his mind, but he soon found that he couldn't keep up with the little girl's speed. She could see the person's life with just a glance, but He chanted the mantra, but only got a glimpse. Such a person is too defiant, how could Heaven allow her to be so presumptuous? A good little girl, she is not young, she will definitely be able to make things in the future, she has great fortune, it would be a pity if she fell like this.

Qing Huan said: "Thank you for your concern, but please don't worry, I really know what to do."

Meng Daxian sighed, maybe because of his peers, he is very concerned about Qinghuan. In today's world, there are very few cultivators left, but monsters and ghosts are emerging in endlessly, especially in recent years... I always feel that there are Something big is going to happen. "Girl, what's your name?"

"Qing Huan."

“…Qing Huan?”

Qing Huan felt that Meng Daxian's expression was a bit strange, and was about to ask, but heard him pat his head: "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you are here to grab business."

Qing Huan didn't care too much: "I can't understand some things, so I came to find a clue and peel it off."

Meng Daxian sighed again and asked: "Please let me play a string, is it okay to talk?"

"Count."

So the fat old man rubbed his stomach: "That's it! I'll go to the toilet again!" Be sure to empty your stomach and eat more at night!

Qing Huan picked up the small bag, and inside it was the money she made by setting up a stall today. She charges from 50 to 100 yuan at a time. In the morning, she has made a lot of money. In this world, she relies on this to eat. Occasionally Helping people resolve small favors, small grievances and small troubles, and to cross a grievance, is barely a rich woman, and it is really not a problem to invite a fat old man to dinner.

But the fat old man is so capable, why is he so poor?

When we were making skewers together at night, she asked while nibbling on a roasted quail.

Meng Daxian almost burst into tears: "Do you think I'm poor? Let me tell you, I'm very rich! What are the classic books, antiques, jade, jade... I have a lot of them!" The expression came, "But I can't use it! Those things were handed down by Master, and we have never used them from generation to generation!"

"Since it's passed down, why not use it?" Qing Huan couldn't understand, so he took a sip of ice beer mixed with Sprite.

Meng Daxian also sighed and said, "This matter is a long story and can't be explained. In short, this is the rule of our teacher. It is our responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Look at what I'm doing now!"

Qing Huan was silent for a few seconds: "Since the inherited things cannot be spent, then you can start your own business to make money. Who told you to set up a stall to tell fortunes?"

And it's true that the fat old man has the ability, but he fools people most of the time.

Meng Daxian is even more sad: "I didn't love going to school since I was a child, and I finally finished memorizing the pile of ancient books. Who should go to school and suffer?"

So he kept a long distance from his fellow apprentices, but he can barely get by now, so don't care about those little details. How to live is not to live, do you have to get good grades, get admitted to a good university, find a good job, become a CEO and marry Bai Fumei, is it the pinnacle of life? He thinks it's pretty good for him now, but the city officials don't want to be too diligent, it's only been a few days since his last stall was taken away.

The old and the young were talking very speculatively. Meng Daxian felt that their feelings had sublimated, so he asked Qinghuan: "Will you come to set up a stall tomorrow, girl?" She probably won't come, she You should know that his business was taken away by her, right?

Who knew that Qing Huan nodded, "Come."

Meng Daxian: "..." This unlucky child!

"But don't worry, I won't be around for a long time." Qing Huan ate a roasted mushroom, "It's just a few days. When Zhong Xun comes to me, I won't set up a stall. I am very happy to play."