Deep ice

Beyond the five mountains, the top of Liangshan.

Under the bright moon sky, there was a small figure standing upright against the wind.

It took a whole day to climb to the top of the mountain, and now he is hesitating, stretching out his five fingers, and watching the stars change between the sky and the earth.

Chunbao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Poetry is very popular, but my mind is so empty, so I have to give up.

Wei wiped the clear tears from his nose and lamented the changes in the world.

It is said that on the night when the country was broken, Chunbao went berserk, three times in a row, and finally came out over the wall.

Since then, it has been a pleasure to roam the rivers and lakes.

As a result, Chunbao often couldn't let go of the time when he went crazy and climbed over the wall, so he named himself "Three Crazies".

Let's talk about this day, after watching the sunrise and the sea of ​​clouds from Liangshan, Chunbao practiced a lot of moves against the void, and was a little tired. He wanted to turn around and go down the mountain, but he saw a fortune-telling stall on the mountain road, so he went to inquire.

The fortune teller also chose the wrong place. He hadn't had many customers for several months. He was thinking of closing his stall and going to the market at the foot of the mountain, but he inadvertently looked up and saw a short, round-faced man.

Right now he is staring at himself, looking at the style of the clothes, although it is dirty but not exquisite in workmanship, he must be someone with a few silvers.

The fortune teller hurriedly spread out the collected flags again, and the big characters of "fortune-telling for the sky" fluttered, so majestic and domineering.

Chunbao looked at the flag for a long time, "What do these four characters mean?"

The fortune-teller's eyes twitched, he didn't expect this person to be illiterate, if he knew it, he wouldn't have worked so hard to pull the flag, so he just said, "It means magical calculation."

Chun Bao became interested, "If that's the case, then do the math for me."

The fortune teller, Nianxu Mingshen, put on a sophisticated look, "Dare to ask this little brother, what is the horoscope?"

Chunbao was taken aback, "Bazi?"

The fortune teller said: "It's the birth date."

Chun Bao shook his head, and inexplicably shed tears, "It's really not a gentleman's action to poke my sore spot."

The fortune-teller's eyes were puzzled, "But just ask the horoscope of your birthday, why are you so sad?"

Then he said: "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, you can also read palmistry."

Chun Bao raised his hand to wipe away the muddy tears from the corners of his eyes, stretched out his hand, and spread out his palm.

The fortune-teller took the half-eaten pine cone out of Chunbao's hand, looked at it for a long time but couldn't see any clues, so he had to spit on it and rubbed some liang of mud to observe it.

Chun Bao picked up the pine cone and stuffed it into his sleeve, "Sir, do you like it?"

The fortune-teller's eyes were bright, "Your palmistry, when you first went downhill, you often saw bloody disasters, but after that, you rose to the top in one step and went smoothly."

Then he frowned again, "Remember that you hit a man surnamed Jiang, and you must be more careful in the future."

Chun Bao was taken aback, "Is your surname Jiang? Isn't your surname He?"

The fortune teller looked at Chunbao for a long time, "You must have made things difficult for a man surnamed Jiang before. As for the man surnamed He, he should be a companion to you, not an evil star."

Then he said: "Furthermore, there is a man surnamed Cang who is a nobleman for you, so you should pay more attention."

Chun Bao heard half-knowledge, "Is your surname Cang?"

The fortune teller nodded slowly, "Indeed."

Chunbao nodded, "I remember, thank you, brother."

The fortune teller said again: "Little brother, you are welcome."

Chun Bao cupped his fists and was about to turn around and leave, but he heard an anxious voice behind him, "Little brother, Bu Yin hasn't given it yet..."

Chunbao didn't have any money on him, but when he thought about going out to travel the rivers and lakes, it would be inappropriate to do so, so he said, "May I ask what your name is, sir?"

The fortune teller was also taken aback, "The surname is Cang."

Chun Bao said word by word: "Mr. Cang, San Kuang just entered the rivers and lakes. He is poor and has no possessions. After this time, he will firmly remember Mr.'s name, and he will be prosperous in the future. He will return ten times the money."

When the fortune teller heard that he had no money, he immediately turned his face, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Chunbao's lapel and punched him hard, until the corners of Chunbao's eyes were blackened, and the corners of his eyes were covered with gold stars.

"Little bastard, no money counts as your mother's life!"

"Grandpa is going to stop working in this area, and it's really bad luck to have you lose money at the end!"

"I bother!"

……

Chun Bao let the fortune-teller beat him, but he retreated again and again, but he didn't make a single move, whoever said that he retreated a little bit fiercely, he stepped back and leaned back.

The fortune teller's old face got further and further away until it became a small black spot.

Only then did Chunbao realize that he had been pushed down the cliff by that old beast, and in a panic, he used both hands and feet, and in the end he was grabbed by someone halfway up the mountain and lifted up.

The old man with white hair and childlike face had the demeanor of a master, but when he saw Chunbao, his eyes were full of tears.

"Junior Brother, you are finally here."

Chun Bao's face was swollen from the beating by the fortune teller, and he couldn't open his eyes, "Which one are you?"

"But you look at you, you've practiced kung fu to such a degree that you don't even recognize your senior brother."

Chun Bao was taken aback, "Brother?"

The old man didn't hear Chun Bao's tone of voice, so he went back to the cave and rummaged for a long time, took out a scroll of sheepskin, and solemnly handed it to Chun Bao, "Junior brother, senior brother is old, we can only hand over the matter of revitalizing the sect." To you and other younger generations, this is the handbook of Tai Chi, which is a life-long painstaking effort of Senior Brother, and you must live up to everyone's expectations and carry forward my sect."

Chun Bao lowered his eyes to look at the hand scroll in his hand, and when he opened his arms, it was full of martial arts skills, every move was like a mountain and river, and he was very excited.

Suddenly there was a thunderstorm outside the cave, and there was a strong wind and waves.