Haoran crushed the tea leaves and threw them into the pot, watching the tea leaves rise and fall. The old man kept coughing and said: "I am unable to move easily. I should be doing the tea cooking myself, so I am neglecting my little brother."

Haoran hurriedly said, "It doesn't matter, the old man is not in good health, so the younger generation should take care of it." He turned to look at the old man, thinking about who the old man being imprisoned here could be.

That day in front of the Nine Rooms Palace, King Zhou furiously beheaded Jiang Hengchu, the Marquis of Dongbo, while Jichang, the Marquis of the West, knelt down at His Highness from a distance. They only looked at each other and could not see clearly. This person must be Jichang, the Marquis of the West, who was imprisoned by King Zhou. There was no doubt in his heart.

He asked: "My father-in-law is the Marquis of the West?"

The old man sighed: "What a prince, he is just a death row prisoner."

Haoran picked up the pot and filled the two broken cups with tea. The fragrant fragrance melted away, and his eyes were covered with mist. He held up a cup and presented it to Ji Chang respectfully, saying: "I, Haoran, have been appointed as the Imperial Secretary Mo."

Ji Chang took a sip of tea, stretched out a hand like a dead tree, placed it on Haoran's pulse gate, and asked in surprise: "Haoran has such a character, how can he bend his body to Si Mo?" He then said: "The righteous energy in your body is flowing in an endless stream.

, which vaguely corresponds to the meaning of the round sky and the earth, all laws are made by nature, and the great road is invisible. I have seen countless people in my life, but I have never seen such a natural talent as you. The yellow bell in front of the emperor's throne was destroyed, and the tile cauldron thundered. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Haoran blurted out: "It's because of my shaky stance and weak will. Everything I see turns into worry. It's just my nature."

"Oh?" Ji Chang asked again: "What is the explanation for this? What are you worried about?"

It is recorded in the history books that Ji Chang recognized talents and distinguished them, and he was King Wen of Zhou who was famous throughout the ages. Even Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty did not dare to compare themselves. Haoran no longer doubted it at this time, and only said: "Worrying people's words are as sharp as a knife, the heaven and the earth

The world is full of shackles, I can’t breathe, I can’t escape.”

Ji Chang smiled and said nothing, pointed to a few pieces of tortoise shells on the couch, and said: "I have been studying the Eight Diagrams a few days ago and got a glimpse of the door. Lord Si Mo might as well use the armor to divination, and my mind will suddenly become clearer."

Haoran understood, shook the tortoise shell a few times, and scattered it on the couch. Ji Chang didn't even look at it, and covered it with a quilt. Haoran was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. He looked at Ji Chang's eyes and heard Ji Chang say:

"Haoran believes it or not."

Haoran smiled and said: "I have heard that Lord Marquis is proficient in arithmetic, so I naturally believe him."

Ji Chang said: "Do you believe in me or the art of Bagua?"

Haoran replied: "I believe it all."

Ji Chang said again: "Since you believe in the Eight Diagrams divination, I would like to ask you, why do you believe it?"

Haoran replied: "Tai Chi and Bagua were passed down from Fuxi, one of the Three Emperors. All things are transformed into one, and heaven and man are one. They all follow this law. All things in the universe are inseparable..." At this point, suddenly

I felt hazy, and I caught something, but I couldn't explain it clearly. I stopped talking, and a confused look appeared in my eyes.

Ji Chang smiled and said: "Everything in the universe is inseparable from the number of heaven. The number of heaven encompasses everything, and you are in it. Everything you do is dictated by destiny."

Haoran took a breath and looked at Ji Chang in disbelief. Ji Chang said again: "According to what the old man said, we are all a grain of sand in this vast world and a part of destiny. Regardless of the past or the future, whatever you want to do

, are inseparable from the great path contained in the Bagua technique. If this is the case, why bother to tie up your hands and feet, fearing to go against heaven all day long? "

In an instant, the spiritual platform became clear and his five senses were clear. Haoran no longer cared about the divination on the tortoise shell. He turned over and fell on the bed, crawled down towards Ji Chang, and said: "Haoran understands, thank you Lord Marquis for your advice."
Chapter completed!