The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

"Um..."

Li Wei nodded and said nothing.

When Cao Weiqiang wanted to thank him again, the figure of the Taoist had disappeared.

It really is a fairy, this method...

He also just bowed a few times in the direction where the Taoist disappeared, and then packed himself up.

Everything is like a dream, from owning wealth to becoming a rich and handsome, successful person, rich second generation among classmates.

Then he lost everything and became an old disabled beggar.

Up to now, he has returned to the way he was then, a mediocre man.

Turn around and end up with nothing.

It really touched him deeply.

"By the way... grandma and grandpa's phone call."

He thought of the many messages sent by his grandparents when he was blinded by money and vanity.

At that time, he was full of thoughts about whether to reuse the mural to gain wealth and luck, and thinking about the price.

The scales in my mind are constantly swaying.

He had no time to take care of those messages, phone calls and messages, and when he saw them occasionally, he would only say that he was working hard in a big city and was busy with work recently.

Occasionally, he also thought about how glorious it was when he returned home, and how he made them look good...

However, when he picked up his cell phone, it was news like a bolt from the blue.

"Wei Qiang, your grandpa said to make you your favorite fried crispy meat."

"Are you busy? Are you too tired?"

"Money is not important, what is important is the body."

"Your Aunt Zhao's cat gave birth today, and we brought back a few of them. They are really cute."

"Your grandpa is not feeling well today. He keeps complaining about stomachache."

When Cao Weiqiang saw this, he had an ominous premonition.

Look down again.

"Your grandpa has been diagnosed with stomach cancer, when will you come back and have a look?"

"He said he really missed you, and you haven't come back for so long."

"Wei Qiang..."

Grandpa got stomach cancer...

Cao Weiqiang collapsed on the ground with tears in his eyes.

Is this a curse... no.

This message is from five days ago.

Cao Weiqiang, a big man, sat on the ground and cried.

He is so sorry.

But it's no use regretting.

Life is about gaining and losing.

Cao Weiqiang recalled the scene when his grandfather took him shopping, and the scene where he worked hard to support him to study.

He scolded himself for not being human and rolled on the ground.

What is lost can never come back.

"This man is so weird."

"A weirdo..."

"Beggar, you seem to be a little crazy, and your body is dirty. Do you want to call the police?"

The passers-by passed by in disgust, but at this moment, Cao Weiqiang, who cared most about the thoughts of the people around him, could not care.

Jingle bell—the phone rings.

It's my home phone.

Stomach cancer, grandpa...

Cao Weiqiang burst into tears on the broken phone screen, he didn't dare to answer the phone, but after the phone rang for a long time, he still went to answer it, trembling.

"Hey..."

"Stinky boy! Why didn't you call back? Your grandma is worried to death, you know!" There was an angry voice from the other end of the phone.

Cao Weiqiang murmured.

"Grandpa...grandpa? You...you're not...stomach...stomach..."

"Stomach cancer? You brat, you only saw my message five days ago, didn't you look back?"

"I do not..."

"Misdiagnosed, it's a gastric ulcer. I was greedy before and ate Sichuan spicy spicy noodles. Something went wrong with the spicy food. It's really unlucky. I won't be able to eat spicy food anymore. I'm depressed... By the way, you really don't plan to go home. Did you see it?"

"I'm back, I'm back!"

In an instant, Cao Weiqiang felt that he had gone from hell to heaven. After hanging up the phone, he looked at the information on his mobile phone, and there was a new inspection report, which was a gastric ulcer. He also complained about the equipment in the township hospital, thinking about whether to move to a big city live in.

Is Cao Weiqiang welcome?

Cao Weiqiang thought of the old man with a messy beard who always wore a military overcoat and the plainly dressed grandma, and replied with tears in his eyes.

"You are always welcome, grandpa and grandma. Come and live with me. The rented house is a bit small, so don't dislike it."

Cao Weiqiang once again bowed in the direction where Li Wei disappeared.

"Thank you...the unknown fairy brother."

Then he walked away with his head held high.

To care about what you care about, to cherish what you have... present and future.

...

Li Wei didn't leave immediately, but looked at Cao Weiqiang who had undergone a series of changes, smiled, and left in the clouds, this time for real.

Although human nature can never stand the test.

But for the most part, it's not that bad.

When leaving, the clouds and mists that were summoned brought a little more rainbow.

Chapter 193 Heroic Story

In Nuo Da's museum.The tour guide is introducing the antiquities displayed here.

This is the largest museum in Guangzhou Province, which displays antiques from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Ming Dynasty.

"This is an ancient painting from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"Auntie! When was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty?"

"Don't call me auntie, call me sister!" The tour guide patted the head of the kid with a runny nose.

"It refers to the period from the first year of Zhongping to the 25th year of Jian'an, the Yellow Turban Uprising at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, until the end of Cao Pi's proclaiming emperor, which lasted for 36 years... Forget it, kid, I know Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Cao Cao, Zhuge Liang are not ?”

"I, I, I! I, Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei, are both thieves!"

"I, Sima Yi, am a thief 6."

The young lady tour guide patted the kid on the head again, but this time there was some irony in it.

"Sister, add a WeChat account, tonight's hack? I'll take you to the king."

"Good good..."

The male compatriots next to him were a little jealous that the kid could ask for the WeChat account of the beautiful young lady, but he didn't dare to ask for it.

Someone else murmured: "Jokes are not nonsense, these historical figures have been changed into game characters, isn't this misleading..."

The tour guide said.

"That's not what I said. If there weren't those interesting secondary adaptations that aroused the interest of the children, he wouldn't know Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhuge Liang at such a young age."

"First of all, we must use interesting adaptations to interest them, so that they can get interested in official history through this adaptation. You see, if it wasn't for the adaptation of game animations, these children would not come here to read the story.. No, when I mentioned Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, all these children gathered here."

When introducing the Three Kingdoms.

All the children around came together.

everyone listen

"I, Zhao Yun, are a great thief! Seven in and seven out, I'm good at attacking shooters."

"I, Huang Zhong, are amazing."

"I, Sun Shangxiang, are a great thief."

"Why don't we form a five-player team from the Shu Kingdom, where the archer, assistant, and jungler Orphan Road have positions."

The children are pulling the little sister to start the team.

The young lady smiled and really added them.

"What's so great about elementary school students, I'm still in the rank of Xingyao..." The young man on the side muttered, a little ready to move but couldn't hold back his face.

Unexpectedly, the chubby primary school student looked at the young man like he was looking at his younger brother, and then took out his mobile phone.

"Brother is a king with 13 stars, Xingyao dd."

At this time, the lady tour guide smiled wryly.

"Before starting the team, let me introduce their real experience to you first. Liu Guanzhang, their story, a descendant of the Han Emperor who started from weaving straw sandals, he can be regarded as representing the last glory of the Han Dynasty..."

The little sister began to tell the children the real story of heroes born in large numbers in the last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The children listened attentively to the story.

Listen to these real hero stories that are different from those in game film and television works.

...

"It's really an era of heroes."

Li Wei looked at the murals from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

This painting was made by Sima Yi.

If there is no obsession with the original author, it can only be said that there is a little... retained obsession with Zhuge Liang, so that the evil spirits formed by the obsession left behind are so obsessed.

In the past, it was always said that since Yu Sheng was born, He Shengliang was born.

Sima Yi was not among them, not because Sima Yi was not good, on the contrary, he was the one who had the last laugh.

Even the people of the Sima family laughed that after the Three Kingdoms era, Sima Yi became the ancestor of the founding emperor of the Jin Dynasty.

Li Wei stared at this picture for a long time, then turned and left.

This is purely just a painting, and there is no lingering thoughts left on it.

The red dust of history, the rivers and rivers are rolling.

One song will never return.

The past is the past after all.

After Li Wei finished reading, he also turned around and left. Originally, he came here to find something that had a causal relationship, but now he couldn't find it. It was not Sima Yi who had a causal connection with him.

It's just the faint feeling of cause and effect in his heart that Li Wei can't get rid of.

Of course, I didn't find the answer here, and Li Wei didn't force it.

Not everything has to have an answer.