Be a psychic in a star card game

In the dark room where light and shadow intersect, a dusty fire-colored feather is still on the table.

The white smoke combined into a figure, it was an old man with a long beard, wearing a Taoist robe, and the hair at the temples was combed extremely neatly.

There was a child running briskly behind him. Holding candied haws in his little hand, He Yan raised his face and waved to the old man: "Master, Master, Grandpa Zhou is calling you to eat!"

The old man's slightly blurred face suddenly became clear, reflecting the appearance of the psychic Taoist... He Shoudao.

He is an extremely well-organized person, he acts rigidly, and likes to follow the rules in everything he does. Even if he treats his disciples privately, he will not show favoritism, but when he saw the child running towards him, the old man's expression softened, "Then the master with pupils Go eat together with Tong, eat more, and grow up."

"Why does the master always hope that the pupils will grow up, and when they grow up, they will learn psychics from the master like the brothers, and can they go down the mountain to do very powerful things?" Curious and innocent.

The old man wanted to laugh, some melancholy appeared on his wrinkled face, and he hugged He Yan in a ridiculous way: "You don't need to learn...you just need to grow up, and you will know everything when you grow up. What Master has learned, Master's things are all yours, Tongtong must grow up quickly..."

Little He Yan squeezed her small fists and leaned on the master's shoulder, nodded "hmm", not understanding what the master said at all, how partial and unfair to his seniors.

He was just a child, so he didn't care about the meaning of those words, and he didn't care about the inheritance and family property that his master had given him.

He looked curiously at the table behind him through Master's shoulder and neck.

"A bird's feather..." He pointed to the table.

The hand of the old man who was holding him trembled, and his voice seemed a little strange, and there was some emotion in the trembling, "Can you see that feather?"

"Red, Master," Xiao He Yan was a little scared, "It seems to be dead."

Xiao He Yan said.

The old man was startled, "Why do you say that?"

"He has no voice."

"Julan fell from the tree, and there was no sound after five days. The brother said that it was because Zhulan died, but the brother said that it died five days ago, but five days later, I still heard Zhulan Sing, Master, isn’t that Zhu Lan?”

Zhulan was a young lark who was bitten by a wild cat on the mountain one night and stayed up in the middle of the night. The moment he fell from the tree to the ground, he fell to his death.

But the child said it didn't make any sound until five days later.

It sang songs for five days under the tree just like it did before it disappeared into the world.

The old man didn't feel scared, and he didn't regard the child as something unknown. He patted the child's shoulder lightly, his eyelids drooped, and a person in his 80s was already showing his old age. Tsukuru sighed, "Grow up quickly."

In a blink of an eye.

Xiao Heyan is tall and tall, the old man is getting old, but he is young and vigorous. In recent years, the seniors who have gone down the mountain, and those who do things, have gradually alienated him, until the old man is lying on the sickbed, shaking his hands and shaking his hands. When it was handed over to He Yan, the indifference and rejection of him by the brothers finally broke out completely.

"That's a monster!"

"He is born different from others, but Master has a preference for him. Maybe it is something like a charm that lures Master's thinking!"

"If you can't solve the problem, you have to go to He Yan? Master's closed disciple is indeed extraordinary, but you should think clearly: whether he is human or not is still unknown!"

"Everyone was attacked just now, only his eyes were red, and nothing happened...Kill him, everything is solved!"

"Feathers...the feathers in this cemetery are all floating!"

boom!

He Yan woke up from the dream with sweat on his face. After all, the sofa is soft, and it can only sink from the middle under the weight, unlike a bed that is supported by the four corners and broken in the hollow.

But when He Yan got up from the sofa, a huge "human" shape was formed in the whole sofa.

I had that dream again... He Yan shook her head, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and looked at the mirror on the sink through the mist.

A strange face was reflected in the mirror.

There is no slight resemblance to He Yan's previous life. His cheeks are fat and feel full of flesh. The bridge of his nose is actually small and tall, which pales in comparison with the whole fat face. The only thing that makes He Yan see through it Until now, what belonged to me was my eyes.

It was pitch black, and there seemed to be a little fiery red on the black bottom.

Flames of fire.

In the first few days after he came to this world, He Yan dreamed every day that he was bombed in the tomb in his previous life. Kill him and fetch it yourself.

But I'm afraid they will be disappointed. He Shoudao didn't leave much money, and basically donated it to the school at the foot of the mountain. The seniors can draw the talisman papers themselves, and the rest is the silent feather.

According to He Yan's judgment, even if the feathers were placed in front of the senior brothers, they would not be able to see them.

Because He Shoudao couldn't see it, he used special means to position the feather every time, and moved it with talisman paper.

But He Yan is different, he can see, touch, grasp, and carry feathers on his body... He is born different from others.

He Shoudao, who is also a psychic, and those brothers who are under the same sect see the world differently from what he sees!

This point, since he was seven or eight years old, he knew it ignorantly.

He Shoudao!

He probably knew a little earlier, earlier than anyone else, and even He Yan suspected that He Shoudao knew very well about his life experience, where he was born, and why he was discarded.

The master did not treat him as a different kind, but taught him carefully, which also made He Yan mistakenly believe that people like him, although rare, do exist in the world.

It wasn't until later when I entered the society that I discovered that there are natural psychics, and there is still a huge difference from him.

Master He Shoudao seems to have been using the gimmick of a natural psychic to cover up his abnormality from the very beginning.

maybe!

Or maybe not!

No one can tell.

But He Shoudao himself has a lot of knowledge, and it seems impossible for him to say that he doesn't know what a natural psychic should look like.

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In short, He Yan thought that if he found a natural psychic, he would find the organization. Who would have thought that the organization belonged to someone else? Although he met the conditions, he was not in the same system as him.

Just like the tortoise built a group of "parkour teams" to recruit tortoises who are naturally good at running to help each other. At this time, a rabbit who is good at and loves running came and was not allowed to join the team at all!

People say that you are not the same as us!

You can run, like to run, and are good at running, but you are not a tortoise, you are a rabbit, you are with us, we cannot agree with you!

So even in the previous life, after the death of He Shoudao, He Yan was like a duckweed that had suddenly left its roots, full of alienation and incompatibility with everything in the world.

Because of this, when he first arrived in Interstellar, although he didn't quite get used to it, he still muddled along, feeling vain, no different from his previous life.

Now, I finally have a sense of belonging.

Maybe it's Chen Cici's soft but adaptable personality, or maybe the embarrassing life has finally brought a little popularity, and it is true that the pressure makes people forget the regret...Even eating has become a problem, and there is no alienation, who is there? Never mind these.

from now on!

card!

It will be a new beginning of He Yan's life, the memory of the past, let it...

There was a ding sound outside the door, and Chen Cici groped to open the door with sleepy eyes. As soon as he opened it, he saw a serious face that looked like a primary school teacher.

Chen Cici was dumbfounded: "Landlord?"

Oh yes, today seems to be the day to pay the rent, but one of the two is busy reading cards during the day, and the other has fallen asleep until now, and they haven't seen the communication...

And that bed, that bed is still collapsed!