The prince is very fierce

"Calculate marriage, calculate good and bad luck, get married, accept the bride price, break the ground for the new home..."

The north wind was like a knife, rolling up the snow all over the sky, burying the dust that had accumulated for who knows how many years on the long loess street.

The girl in a sheepskin jacket sat alone outside the teahouse, shouting to attract customers. In the teahouse behind her, an old woman sat by the stove to warm herself.

In front of the girl was a square table with a Bagua map, and a bucket of bamboo sticks on the table.

There were 108 sticks, 106 up, 1 mid, and 1 down.

With such an arrangement, it is definitely not accurate, but people passing by on weekdays will still come to calculate a hang.

Because the world is like this, if you are smooth sailing, you have to be cautious a hundred times, but if you die on the street, you only need one knife.

The girl had an iron gun stuck in her back, with a fortune-telling banner hanging on it, and she didn't look like a Taoist priest.

But it is not unusual in this place. The prostitute in the brothel opposite also has a dagger tied to her leg, and the waiter in the tavern next to her also has a machete on his waist.

On this street, you can't live without a knife.

This street is very prosperous, so prosperous that people pass by the street all year round, day and night.

This street is also dilapidated, so dilapidated that there is an endless desert in front and behind, and broken walls and old tiles eroded by wind and sand on the left and right.

There are horse bandits, prostitutes, merchants, spies, and all kinds of people you can think of on the street, but there is no ordinary person.

Because this place is called Qiufeng Town, Mobei is the wild land of the world, and Qiufeng Town is the wild land of Mobei.

Ordinary people will not come here, and even if they come, most of them are buried under the wind, snow and flying sand outside the street.

"Calculate marriage, calculate good and bad luck, marry and accept the betrothal gifts, break the ground for entering the house..."

The clear voice is sometimes far and sometimes near in the wind and snow.

A young man walked to the northern street corner.

The people hiding in the brothels and taverns seemed to have smelled the bloody wolves of Mobei. Countless eyes penetrated the wind and snow and fell on the young man, causing the long street to be slightly quiet.

The young man was wearing a straw raincoat to block the wind and snow, and the handle and horsehide scabbard were exposed under the raincoat.

The handle of the knife, which was originally wrapped with a white rope, showed a black color, so black that it was shiny, just like the black rag stained with wine and meat oil stains on the waiter's hand.

People on the street could see that it was a stain, but it was not an oil stain, but a blood stain.

It took who knows how long and how many people's blood to stain it.

After a brief look, the street returned to its noisy appearance, as if it was just an ordinary town on the border of Mobei, and there was no murderous intention.

The young swordsman walked slowly, his footsteps were very light, and he almost left no trace on the snow. He glanced at the street and saw the girl outside the teahouse first.

The girl was too eye-catching, with a clean sheepskin coat, two braids on her head, and two furry handcuffs on her hands, covering her red face from the cold.

Compared with other people on this street, she looked like a girl from the neighborhood who was just hanging out, sitting among the hungry wolves.

She shouldn't be here!

But she has already appeared, which means she is more dangerous than the wolves around.

The young swordsman picked up his bamboo hat, came to the teahouse, covered the handle of the knife with his straw raincoat, and sat down across the table:

"Can the girl tell fortunes?"

"Yes!"

Seeing the guests coming, the girl took her warmed hands out of the handcuffs and picked up the fortune stick on the table.

Her hands were beautiful, with long fingers, and she was a good candidate for holding weapons.

But there were calluses on her palms, which meant that she had just held a weapon for a short time and was a newcomer who had not yet come out of the mountains.

The young swordsman looked down at his palms, which also had long fingers and calluses before, but they were gone because he had held the knife for too long.

The young swordsman lost interest in making friends through martial arts, and no longer looked at the girl's hand, but looked at the fortune-telling box on the table:

"What's your name, girl?"

The girl pushed the fortune-telling box in front of the swordsman, swinging her legs habitually:

"Left."

The young swordsman looked to the left, and there was nothing else in front of him except the endless wind and snow. He turned back again.

"I said my name is left, not to let you look at the left."

The girl explained seriously and continued to ask: "What do you want to calculate, sir?"

The young swordsman thought carefully, he never believed in yin and yang divination, he only believed in the sword in his hand, people in the desert of Mobei were like this, he came here just to find someone different to chat with.

"How about the girl on the left, please calculate what I want to calculate?"

The lady on the left looked at him seriously and said:

"You are young and handsome. You must be lonely to come out alone in the snow. In my opinion, you want to calculate your marriage, right?"

The young swordsman smiled, and his smile was very sunny, but his natural willow-shaped eyebrows made his face look a little feminine. He nodded:

"Then calculate your marriage."

As he said this, the young swordsman picked up the bamboo tube with one hand, shook it twice, and a bamboo stick fell on the table.

The lady on the left looked down and saw four lines of small characters on it:

A withered tree rarely sees spring, and a lonely boat encounters a strong wind. If you set out without anyone to rely on, nothing will go well.

A bad fortune.

Zuo Yi frowned and looked at the young swordsman opposite with a little dissatisfaction:

"You want to ruin the show, don't you? There are 106 good sticks, and you deliberately shook out this one. How can I interpret the stick for you? I haven't learned it yet..."

In the teahouse behind, the old woman who was boiling tea by the stove shook her head and smiled:

"Zuo Yi, be more polite to the guests. If you are fierce, who will ask you to tell fortunes in the future?"

Zuo Yi said "Oh", put the bamboo stick back, and pushed it in front of the swordsman:

"It doesn't count just now, shake it again."

The young swordsman looked at the bamboo stick in the stick, without saying a word, he took out five copper coins from his arms, put them on the table, stood up and walked to the other end of the long street.

Zuo Zuo called twice, but the swordsman never looked back. Seeing the other party walking away, Zuo Zuo could only stand up and said loudly:

"My fortune telling is not accurate at all, and it is even more inaccurate if you cheat. If something happens, don't blame it on me."

The young swordsman did not react and left the long street with light steps, just as he came.

The one on the left wanted to chase him out and return the copper coins to the swordsman, but the old woman by the stove waved:

"Come back, the path you choose is better than the path destined by God."

Zuo Zuo paused, looked at the copper coins in his hand, returned to the teahouse somewhat unhappily, sat down next to the stove, and complained:

"We just opened today, so it's very unlucky to get a very unlucky sign. Everyone is looking for peace of mind, but it's better for him to deliberately make himself uncomfortable. Grandma, what do you think he wants?"

The old woman is very old, and her face is full of wrinkles, but from her bones, she can still vaguely see her charming appearance when she was young. She shook her head:

"You are still young and don't understand the word 'love'. Sometimes it is better to let go when your heart is filled with despair, than to be stubborn and unable to let go. He signed the sign for himself, which means that he feels that there is no chance; if he shook it on purpose, If you sign it, you are deceiving yourself and others and being stubborn.”

The left person blinked, and she really didn't understand the reason for such a roundabout way, but she didn't agree with the old woman's previous words:

"Grandma, I will be fifteen after the New Year. If we were in the Central Plains, we could get married and have children. My mother was born in my fifteenth or sixteenth year. How am I younger?"

The old woman's eyes were fond of her: "Okay, you are no longer a little girl, you are now a big girl. You have lived in Beiqi for a few years, and your mother is also here. Are you still thinking about the Central Plains?"

The one on the left holds the five copper coins he just got, and buys a bunch of candied haws on the street. He goes back to sit down by the stove, licks it happily, and says with a smile:

"The Central Plains is great. The most delicious candied haws in the world is in Chang'an. It is much more delicious than the candied haws here. Master said that South Vietnam would surrender without a fight. The emperor of Dongyue was anxious and prepared to form an alliance with us. If the two families join forces, , I will be able to go to Chang’an soon, and I will take my grandma there to have a look.”

The old woman shook her head and smiled. She didn't seem to want to talk about these things and didn't speak.

After licking the candied haws on the left for a while, she noticed that the old woman's gaze had been in the direction where the young swordsman was leaving. She looked back:

"Grandma, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with that swordsman?"

The old woman asked: "Just now, did he really do anything?"

Zuo Zuo thought for a moment: "Definitely, his martial arts skills are very high. I can't even tell the difference. He must have deliberately shaken the lottery to tease me. There are more than a hundred people who have the lottery, and only one has the lottery. How can it be possible?" Shake it out in one go?”

The old woman was silent for a moment, looked at the direction in which the young swordsman left, and sighed softly...