dmims Chapter 555 Lies
Chapter 555 Lies
"Brother Feng, you're here!"
Seeing me, Xiaoyang quickly put down the watermelon and ran over.
"Brother Feng...this is..."
"This is my friend, and also the leader of Jingmen."
"Jingmen....what does the Sect Master mean?"
Xiaoyang is still too young and doesn’t know much about these things.
I was about to introduce myself, but was interrupted.
The sect leader looked at Xiaoyang and asked him in a serious tone, "What's your name?"
"My name is Liu Junyang."
"how old?"
"eighteen."
"Aren't you seventeen?" I asked.
"No, Brother Feng, the age on my ID card is wrong. My dad wanted to send me to the army, so he added one year to my age on my ID card. I've never celebrated my birthday according to what's written on my ID card since I was a child."
The sect leader then asked him, "When is your birthday?"
Xiaoyang looked puzzled, but he still told me because I was there.
At this moment, I observed that the sect leader's fingers moved slightly.
"Brother Feng, this is the cat, right?"
I opened the cardboard box and said, "I was asked to do this, but I don't have time to feed it, and I don't know how to take care of it. Please be careful and help take care of it for a few days."
Xiao Yang took the kitten out, petted it, and said with a smile, "No problem, it's just right for it to be a companion to Xiao Hei."
"Where's the black cat?" I asked.
Xiao Yang lifted the quilt, bent down to look under the bed and said, "It was there just now, it might have run away. Don't worry, Brother Feng, it will know how to come back before dark."
At this time, the leader of the sect gave me a look, indicating that I should go out with him.
Arriving outside the guesthouse gate, the owner said straight to the point: "I want to take this child away."
"Take away? What do you mean?"
"It means I want to take him back to Jingmen."
"why?"
"No reason."
"That's true, Sect Master. Xiao Yang and I haven't known each other for long, but I treat him as a semi-disciple and have taught him a lot. The leader thinks highly of him. He is very obsessed with our business and has some talent. I think he will make a difference in our field in the future."
"What kind of work do you guys in Jingmen do?"
"Fengshui, fortune-telling, burial mounds, fortune-telling, predicting the future, Xiaoyang can't even read a compass. He knows nothing about those things."
As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly remembered a sentence that the young Taoist priest said to me a long time ago when we were chatting.
In an instant, my face turned pale.
"Could it be... could it be... impossible... this isn't Nanyang."
When the sect leader heard me say the word "Nanyang", he looked surprised.
"It seems you have heard something. Who told you?"
"Little Taoist priest."
"Sanguan...it seems everything is destined."
"This kid's surname is Liu. I just calculated his horoscope, and it's extraordinary. With his coming of age this year, both his parents have passed away, and his destiny has been shaped. Marriage is difficult, and loneliness is evident. This year also coincides with a period of upheaval in the martial arts world, rewriting the landscape. The timing and events surrounding this are perfectly timed, and it's no coincidence."
"Master, this matter is of great importance. We must not jump to conclusions lightly."
The other party nodded.
My heart was pounding and my palms started sweating... I had never been so nervous even when facing Xie Qirong at the tofu shop.
The Lord of the Eight Gates...
That figure existed only in legend, even higher in status than the current Master of the Jing Clan. There hadn't been one in the centuries before the Republic of China. Old Master Du Kangsheng had come close to becoming a co-master, but he wasn't quite there. If the entire Jianghu were considered a "group," then the Jingpi Cai Gua Ping Tuan Tiao Liu were eight divisions within the larger group, each encompassing a different set of smaller departments. The co-masters of the eight gates undoubtedly stood at the very top.
"You've been sweating a lot."
“Yes…Yes…”
I wiped the sweat off my face and whispered, "This matter is of great importance. If Changchun finds out, then regardless of Xiaoyang's right or wrong, it could bring him death."
The other party nodded: "This matter is known only to heaven and earth, you and I."
"How sure are you?"
"Fifty percent."
"So there's still a 50% chance, right?"
"Fate is unpredictable. No one dares to make a final decision before that day arrives. It all depends on whether the token will appear in the martial arts world within the next three years."
I frowned and asked, "The token of the Eight Gates' leader is a ring? What does it look like? I heard it's made of silver?"
The leader extended his hand towards me, showing me the ring he was wearing. He shook his head and said, "It's neither gold, silver, copper, nor iron. When one day the ring is worn by the leader, that day will be the day the Changchun Society will be disbanded."
I took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and asked, "The Changchun Society has been trying to break away from the old society over the years and transform itself. According to Shit Wuchang, what Zhuge Qing wants is a collective, civil society organization for mutual assistance among artists. Has Zhuge Qing been preparing for that day?"
The Sect Master looked up at the sky and said, "No one can guess what that old fox is thinking. Even if there is only a 50% chance of this happening, I wouldn't dare to gamble. Let him come with me. Your Northern Sect can't protect him."
I frowned and said, "There's no problem on our side. The problem lies with Xiaoyang himself. Sect Master, you don't know that this child's only wish right now is to avenge his parents and uncle. If you forcibly interfere and prevent him from taking revenge, who knows what will happen."
"And...how should I put it...he's very clingy to me."
Suddenly, an idea came to me.
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After returning, I immediately said, "Xiao Yang, let me tell you something. This person is a master from our Northern School, nicknamed Mr. Ghost Hand White Face Ghost. He wants to take you in as his apprentice and teach you his skills."
"what??"
Xiao Yang shook his head like a rattle and said, "What? Brother Feng, I just want to learn skills from you. I don't think anyone is more capable than you."
"No, Xiaoyang, I'm nothing. This Mr. Ghost's abilities are comparable to Yao Wenzhong's. And like you, he also started out as a self-made man. I wonder how many people in our industry would like to follow him."
After saying that, I winked at the sect leader.
The sect leader took the opportunity to say, "Yes, I think you are very talented, so I want to take you in as my successor. Come with me."
Xiaoyang suddenly fell silent.
After about half a minute, Xiao Yang finally spoke: "Brother Feng, do you and the leader think I'm useless? I'm a burden to you. If that's the case, you can just tell me directly. I won't cause you any trouble."
"Really? Xiaoyang, don't let your imagination run wild. Don't you know how your brother Feng treats you? Your goal is to learn skills so you can take revenge in the future. This ghost gentleman is more suitable to teach you than me. Of course, I won't force you. Think about it yourself."
After hearing this, Xiaoyang's mood was written all over his face. Maybe he thought I was finding an excuse to drive him away and didn't want him to follow us.
The leader suddenly asked us to follow him out.
I don't know what to do.
Going downstairs and into the courtyard, the sect leader pointed at the night sky and said to Xiaoyang, "Look, that's the Big Dipper, shaped like a spoon. To the west of the handle are four small stars, one of which flickers. It's the Kaiyang Auxiliary Star. If you add this star to the constellation chart on the compass, you can conclude that it's a tomb-guarding star. According to the astrological guidance, if you walk north for more than 300 miles and see a twin tree, then within 500 meters of the tree, there must be a thousand-year-old royal tomb."
I was shocked and thought it might be referring to the Yinshan Tomb in Shaoxing, which seemed to be the tomb of the first King of Yue.
The sect leader looked at Xiaoyang and said, "As long as you agree, I can teach you the skill of looking at the stars to find graves."
Xiao Yang was puzzled and said, "I don't believe it. Brother Feng taught me to observe, listen, ask and feel. How can you find a big tomb by just looking at the stars?"
Seeing Xiaoyang's doubts, the sect leader explained in a gentle voice, "For thousands of years, the positions of these stars have remained unchanged. When the ancients were looking for locations for their tombs, they would often consult star maps with skilled feng shui masters. Now, we only need to follow the ancients' thinking and work backwards to find the tomb."
"So simple?"
The sect leader shook his head: "It sounds simple, but it's hard to do."
I nodded, knowing the difficulty involved. I didn't expect that in addition to Yao Wenzhong, the sect leader also understood astrology, and he could do it at will. It was really amazing. This was the skill I had always been pursuing.
Xiao Yang was obviously interested. He asked curiously, "Mr. Ghost, why are you wearing a mask?"
"Because I don't want anyone to see my face."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Xiao Yang scratched his head and suddenly smiled, "Maybe we are really destined to be together. Your nickname is Ghost Hand White Noodle, and mine is Jade Face Judge. One is White Noodle, the other is Jade Face. You are Mr. Ghost, and I am Judge. So, I am your immediate superior."
When I heard this, I was shocked.
I just randomly made up the nickname for the sect leader a few minutes ago. Now after hearing Xiaoyang's joke, it seems to be true.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you? You're sweating a lot." Xiaoyang looked at me and asked.
I didn't dare look at him, lowering my head and saying, "No... nothing."