Wang Chan and Yang Zhu wandered around the street, but they saw a noisy in front of them. ︾︾︾ said,

I saw a woodcutter quarreling with a fisherman. The two of them had red faces and thick necks, and they seemed to be about to fight.

The fisherman said, "What an irrespectful woodcutter. We all have nothing to do with water and the other one. Why did you curse me for trampling the river?"

The woodcutter said: "There were unexpected situations in the world. If you fish in the world, there would be no accidents."

The fisherman sneered: "You may not be so stable when you go up the mountain to chop wood. Maybe you will be eaten by the tiger tomorrow."

The woodcutter said with a look of smug expression: "That may not be. I have the guidance of the immortals. I will give me a lesson every day. If I follow this, I will be invincible." What he said was the truth. Recently, a strange man appeared in the city. He was very accurate. Because he was the first person to be brave enough to ask for hexagrams and practiced accordingly, the strange man deliberately gave him a lesson every day these days.

He also found some mountain delicacies and precious herbs in the mountains as rewards.

The fisherman said, "Are you fooled by someone?" The Wu people were brave and did not believe in destiny, so the fisherman naturally did not believe in the woodcutter's words.

Yang Zhu said: "Wang Chan seems that there are people in this city who can tell fortunes. Why don't we ask when we can get rid of Mozi?"

Wang Chan held his hands and said, "Young Master is unparalleled in his hexagrams. Even the witch ministers of Jin State are not as good as me. How could there be someone better here than me? I told you that you have seen the Lord. Soon, you will find your noble person."

Yang Zhu smiled faintly and went straight to say to the fisherman and the woodcutter. He was eloquent and elegant, and he was gentle and polite. He relied on his child's identity. The fisherman and the woodcutter were embarrassed to vent their anger. He gave him a few words to make peace.

And Yang Zhu also got the answer he wanted.

Seeing Yang Zhu's few words resolved the dispute between the fisherman and the woodcutter, Wang Chan said in his heart: This kid is eloquent and has a lot of care. I haven't had enough fun yet and don't want to find a successor, otherwise this kid would be a good choice.

He has always been noble and self-righteous, and looks down on mediocre people. Only a few people can see him in the world. His evaluation of Yang Zhu in his heart can be said to be quite considerate of him.

Everyone saw that there was no fun and they dispersed.

But Yang Zhu took Wang Chan to the south of the city.

When we arrived at the streets in the south of the city, we saw crowds of people. Wang Chan relied on his kung fu and squeezed in with Yang Zhu a few strokes. There was a stolen stall there.

It says: I dare not count all the hexagrams, fearing that the way of heaven is impermanent

I dare not be deeply in love, I am afraid of a big dream

The fortune teller is a young man wearing a moon-white robe. His long sword as dark as ink hung on his waist, as graceful as a god in the world.

Wang Chan looked at it carefully. It turned out to be Li Zhichang and said to himself: It's really a narrow road for enemies.

Li Zhichang's soft voice sounded: "I won't be able to tell you today. Please leave, don't let me see you off in person."

After hearing what Li Zhichang said, these people suddenly left. Except for Wang Chan and Yang Zhu, none of them remained. I guess they had learned a lesson before.

It turned out that after being known by people from this area, Li Zhichang's deeds of accurate fortune-telling, they all came to Li Zhichang to ask about the fortune-telling. What kind of folk customs that do not believe in destiny was also knocked down in an ironic reality.

However, Li Zhichang always makes excuses every day, sometimes more, sometimes less, and once he doesn't forget, these beggings are useless.

Someone was rolling around and trying to threaten Li Zhichang, but Li Zhichang used methods to make a very miserable move. The family who was being punished went to sue the government, but the government didn't pursue the matter and gave the family a beat.

After this incident, no one knew that Li Zhichang had great means and even the government was unwilling to offend him. Therefore, once Li Zhichang stopped divining, everyone left obediently, for fear that Li Zhichang would be angry and become the teacher of the funeral.

Wang Chan said: "So it was you?" He never thought that it was Li Zhichang who was divining this.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Brother Xiao Wang, don't be fine." He has been living in Gusu for these days, which is a response from heaven and man. He knew that a Taoist person with a destiny came back, so he waited quietly and practiced the innate hexagram technique as a pastime.

Although he is not as talented as the ghost king Xu Ruowu, he relies on the level of heaven and man to calculate some small things, and he is really like killing a chicken with a ox knife.

Wang Chan smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm still alive."

Li Zhichang looked at Yang Zhu and whispered: "I still have to thank Brother Xiao Wang and send me, a destined person, to escort me."

Why didn’t Wang Chan understand that Yang Zhu actually had some connection with Li Zhichang in the dark.

If I had known this, I would have let Yang Zhu and Mo Zi leave. This would be a big loss.

Yang Zhu looked at Li Zhichang and said curiously: "So you are the nobleman Wang Chan said."

"What a noble man, but we have some fate." Li Zhichang said casually.

Wang Chan said: "It is fate that we meet. We have not seen each other for a long time, so we should get close to each other." He was almost as deep as water, and he worked hard to become a flying sword. He wanted to compete with Li Zhichang again.

Yang Zhu said: "Don't forget, Mozi will come after you at any time."

"Boy, I don't care about this anymore. Let this old boy fight with Mo Zi." Wang Chan said.

Li Zhichang said nothing and said to Yang Zhu: "Don't know your friend's name?"

Yang Zhu said: "My name is Yang Zhu."

Li Zhichang pondered for a moment and found that this person with fate was Yang Zhu, and hesitated a little. Yang Zhu indeed should be a figure from the Taoist lineage, but his relationship with Taoism is far less than that of Liezi and Zhuangzi, and he is more of a family.

Moreover, Yang Zhu's concept of "pulling a hair to benefit the world without doing anything" can be said to have taken Taoism's emphasis on life and put it to the extreme. Once he goes to extremes, he will be biased.

Although he wandered around the world without any worries, he was not as good as Yang Zhu. And more importantly, according to the history he understood, Yang Zhu's ideas were mortal enemies of the Mo family. In the next hundred years, he would be known as "the world's words will return to Yang if they do not return to Mo". Even Confucianism has to stand aside.

No wonder the two mentioned Mo Zi just now.

Although Li Zhichang was not afraid of Mozi, he would not openly become a mortal enemy with the Mo family. Yang Zhu should have a great fate. Even if he did not help him, there might be other opportunities to make him a family.

Li Zhichang said: "Yang Zhu, you are born with a genius and have Su Hui. You will naturally understand the principles you have learned, but you still lack a little essence. I will pass on the Taoist 5,000-word moral words to you, and our fate only ends here."

A sigh rang out and said, "Brother Li, can you not pass on Yang Zhu's Tao Te Ching?"

Mozi dressed as usual, like an old country farmer, but when he appeared, he was ten feet away.

In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Li Zhichang.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "What does Mozi mean?" Of course he knew Mozi's purpose, but he still pretended not to know. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!