Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

Mo Feng had very little money left.

Having been deprived of his business rights, he no longer had any means to resume his old business. And because of his notoriety for operating without a license, many shops dared not hire such a person. They even refused to let him work as an apprentice.

There is no other choice but to "beg".

Mo Feng wanted to commit suicide to end it all, but when he thought that his adoptive father would definitely not want him to accompany him so early, he gritted his teeth and gave up the desire to commit suicide.

Most people in the world are not given preferential treatment from birth. The law of the jungle is the rule of this world. At any time, those with smaller fists will always be bullied by those with larger fists.

The truth is always within the range of cannons.

Because of the special memories in his mind, he can play some musical instruments. He can't do it by simply begging. Would it be better if he performed on the streets?

This is a little man's way of survival.

Mo Feng used his remaining funds to buy a bamboo flute.

He seemed to be able to play the flute since he was born. Although he didn't know why, now it was his secret to survival.

In a corner of Changletian, he began to play the flute for the first time in his life. Even though it was his first time playing the flute, he played the music as if he were an experienced player who had played the flute for many years, and every note was pronounced very accurately. At the same time, the music he played was a piece of music that Luofu had never heard before, and it was a piece of music in his mind.

The melodious tune makes people imagine that they see a sea of ​​clouds stretching as far as the eye can see.

Gradually, more and more people gathered around to appreciate Mo Feng's performance, and some kind-hearted people also threw some arrows.

Facts have proved that as long as you refuse to give up, you can always survive.

It's just that life is frustrating, that's all.

If life is only about making a living, then what is the meaning of living? Is it just to survive? I don't know, I really don't know, this question is so profound.

What is the purpose of human life? Is it an endless abyss with no end in sight? What is the purpose of life for a person abandoned by the times?

……

At the center of the Taibu Division, there is a huge jade omen instrument, which is the most sophisticated in the entire Luofu. It is called the Dayan Qiongguan Formation. Because it is also very complicated to operate, so far, the only person who can skillfully operate the Qiongguan Formation for deduction is the Taibu Division's Taibu, the genius girl Fu Xuan.

This is also the biggest reason why she can become a fortune teller at such a young age.

"The water and wood are dim, and Venus is tilted to the south... This is an ominous sign..." Fu Xuan muttered. It was her duty as a fortune teller to predict the future of Luofu, to avoid disasters and seek good fortune, and to steer Luofu.

The best choice indicated by divination will not always be in line with Fu Xuan's wishes.

But even if these things are not what she wants, she will do them without hesitation, as long as it is beneficial to Luofu, even at the cost of her life.

In the Xianzhou Alliance, although she is the Grand Fortune Teller, she is just a working machine controlled by fate, a stage puppet that chooses the best option according to fate, nothing more.

She skilfully flipped through some of the works of her predecessors, made a brief note of something, and sighed.

"Master Taibu...Master Taibu..." A young fortune teller in green clothes stumbled in. Who else could it be but Qingque? Because he used too much force and lost his balance, Qingque gave Fu Xuan a hard time and performed a chest brake, even though the kid himself didn't have any peaks.

Because of the fall, some jade dominoes fell out of her pocket and fell next to her.

"Reckless." Fu Xuan scolded. Are these the only people in his Taibusi? When he leaves Taibusi in the future, who will take over the important task he has now?

Qingque hurriedly collected the cards scattered around him.

"Master Taibu, are you looking for me?" Qingque bowed respectfully.

"Old man? Qingque, how old are you?"

"Reporting to Master Taibu, he is just over 100 years old."

"I have lived only a hundred years longer than you. Please tell me what an old man means?" Fu Xuan said with a smile, but exuding an ominous aura.

"Master Taibu, I was wrong." Qingque then realized that he had just said it carelessly.

"Forget it. You deserve praise for not slacking off today. You, assist the Judge of the Ten Kings Division in handling a rebellion of a demonic body." Fu Xuan crossed his arms, his tone revealing that this was an order, not a discussion.

"Master Taibu? Why do you need a fortune teller like me to deal with the rebellion of the demonic body?" Qingque looked unwilling and aggrieved. He was just a civil servant, and it was not his responsibility to deal with the rebellion of the demonic body. There were the Ten Kings Judges and the Cloud Cavalry.

"You need experience. Luofu has an unwritten rule that civil servants must also be able to stand in the battlefield without panic. This also prevents you from always slacking off."

"Lord Taibu..."

"Now, get out of here. This is an order."

Fu Xuan watched Qingque leave dejectedly, feeling a little disappointed. When he was a child, he had faced the disaster of abundance, but now many people have begun to forget the suffering that the evil creatures of abundance brought to the immortal boat in the past because of their leisurely life.

Qingque is one of the few people who has the opportunity to be on par with him, so Fu Xuan naturally trains Qingque to be the next Taibu.

I'm just too lazy. I don't have any great ambitions, I just want to slack off. What's the point of slacking off? Don't you understand that this is a waste of life?

Fu Xuan sighed, she would not stay in Taibusi forever.

She wanted to become a general, which was her long-cherished wish. Before that, she hoped that the power could be transferred perfectly. She also hoped that Jing Yuan, the old man, would be sensible and abdicate as soon as possible and give her the position of general.

Jing Yuan...

He happened to have something to discuss with the general, so he informed him of the divination results he had just determined, and asked him when he would abdicate. After making up his mind, Fu Xuan left the Taibusi and went to the Shen Ce Mansion.

Shen Ce Mansion is the residence of General Jing Yuan of Shen Ce. Although it is not grand, it is also the most solemn place in the whole Luofu. It is located in Changletian, the most prosperous area of ​​Luofu.

"I don't know what Jing Yuan is up to." Fu Xuan was walking on the way to Shen Ce Mansion when he suddenly heard the sound of a flute. It was a piece of music he had never heard before. Maybe it was a new foreigner coming to Luofu.

As he was busy with official business, Fu Xuan did not appreciate the pleasant flute music and continued on his way.

But the flute suddenly changed its tune... It turned out to be the tune of Yuque Xianzhou - I miss it so much, Fu Xuan stopped. Nowadays, few people know that Fu Xuan is from Yuque Xianzhou, and most people think she is a native of Luofu.

In order to avoid the predetermined fate, I came to Luofu from Yuque - it has been quite a few years ago.

master……

Hearing the tune of his hometown again, Fu Xuan recalled the mentor whom he indirectly ruined. He could not avoid his predetermined fate after all, and he still couldn't let it go.

Fu Xuan wanted to know who was playing the tune. Could it be that it was not a foreigner, but a wandering poet who came to the Yuque Immortal Boat? She wanted to know what her hometown was like now.

Put aside official duties for the time being, it's not a top priority anyway. Even Fu Xuan herself didn't realize how much her behavior at this moment was contrary to her usual workaholic nature.

Fu Xuan walked a long way following the sound of the flute.

It's him?

After all, Fu Xuan is a genius. She has been able to remember everything she sees since she was young. It is with her amazing memory and persistent study that she has been able to master all the books on divination.

As soon as he saw the flute player, Fu Xuan recognized that this was the small shop that sold golden shrimp balls.

In fact, it is impossible for an ordinary person to recall such a thing. Even a genius would have limited memory. It was the sense of familiarity that Mo Feng brought to her that made Fu Xuan recall Mo Feng.

How could he play the music of Yuque Xianzhou? Fu Xuan was puzzled, but for now she quietly enjoyed the music of her hometown. As the flute sounded, her thoughts drifted away, as if she had returned to her hometown which she had not been to for a long time.

It was as if I had returned to my carefree childhood. At that time, I could not see the complexity of the fate, nor the heavy pressures of life. At that time, I had not yet shouldered the lives of thousands of people.

If I had been a general by then, could I have avoided my master's predetermined fate? If I had worked harder at that time, could I have made the ending better?