Sword and Magic and Taxi

No matter what Zhao Mai asks, Zhong Jianbai always keeps the old man's identity secret, as if he wants to keep this surprise - or perhaps a fright - until the end. Along the way, Zhong Jianbai swiped through the doors one after another with his badge, and gradually went deep into more confidential places. There were fewer and fewer staff members here, but there were more soldiers guarding the entrance. Zhao Mai looked at them curiously and found that they were still normal people, and apart from hard physical exercise, they didn't seem to have any magical power.

In front of the last door, the badge didn’t work either, "This means I can only send it here, you have to go in by yourself." Zhong Jianbai shook hands with Zhao Mai, and then helped him organize his clothes and smooth out the wrinkles: "Remember , To maintain respect for the old man, he is great."

"Who is he?" Zhao Mai just finished asking, the last door snapped, turned his hand half a circle, and opened it. Zhong Jianbai waved to him: "I will contact you again, you can also call me, don't forget!" Then, he left along the way he came without looking back.

"Come in, young man, I'm an old man inside." A kind voice came from the door. Before Zhao Mai pushed the door, he arched his nose to open the door of the room, wagging his tail and got in, so Zhao Mai hurriedly followed. The other side of the door is not an office, but a bamboo forest surrounded by mountains. A gurgling stream emerged from the verdant sea of ​​bamboo. The clear stream slowly flowed, and small black and white fish were swimming in the crevices of the gray rocks. Colorful little flowers grow beside the stream, accompanied by the faint smell of flowers and earth, with delicate petals slightly swinging. The breeze blows, and a bamboo leaf falls from the branch, passing in front of Zhao Mai's eyes, and flying to the pavilion not far away. The pavilion was built beside the bamboo forest and the creek, with a gray stone bottom, brown wood pillars, and purple tile tops. A round slate table is placed in the center of the pavilion, and an old man sits on a pier next to it. His white hair was in a bun, three strands of long beard fell to his chest, and he was dressed in a long gown. The old man was a little blessed, but he was in good spirits, his red face was radiant, and the smile line stretched out, he always looked very happy. Beside him, there were teapots and cups, beside the scent that rose, half of a thread-bound book was seen on hand.

The old man stretched out **** and put them in front of him, and then the bamboo leaf happened to fly between his two fingers. He gently clamped the slender leaf, stroked it smoothly with his hand, and then clamped it in the book as a bookmark. "Come and sit down. I asked Zhong Jianbai to bring you here. By the way, you don't have to worry about poo."

"What?" Before Zhao Mai could react, he ran to the bamboo forest, pouting his **** and leaving a memorial. Then he used his hind legs to scrape the dirt twice to cover it, completely covering his ears or trying to cover up. "Uh... sorry." Zhao Mai looked around, but didn't find the trash can. The door through which he entered is opened on a stone monument. Counting the mountains and forests in the distance, the entire scenic area seems to occupy a larger area than all the buildings of the relevant ministries and commissions combined. Then he must have passed some kind of teleportation effect. Just got here. That's right! God is mystery! The feeling of the company or the office of the party and government is definitely wrong!

"Don't worry about poo, it's all natural things, let it go." The old man smiled and said: "Come over and have a cup of tea to warm up your stomach. I'm sorry to delay your meal."

The reserve of grain stretched his nose to the old man, sniffed, and then turned around and looked at Zhao Mai, mainly staring at the leg of lamb in his hand. Zhao Mai threw the leg of lamb to it, thanked the old man, and sat in the pavilion. Only then did he discover that the round table was decorated with yin and yang fish patterns, and the inner ceiling of the pavilion was a bright starry sky.

"Hello, I think you should know, my name is Zhao Mai. It's the first time I came to this relevant ministries and commissions, how disturbed."

"Drink tea first, don't waste it, cleaning is very troublesome." The old man reached out and pushed a small white porcelain teacup over. The inside was colorless and transparent water, with no tea color but a light tea fragrance. Zhao Mai tasted it suspiciously. It didn't seem to have any taste, as if it were cold and white. It doesn't matter, drink it.

"My surname is Li, and I have a single name with a single ear, and the word is 聃."

Zhao Mai blocked his mouth and finally did not let the tea spray out, because the old man said, "It is troublesome to clean up without waste." That name is absolutely unique, no one will be arrogant or ignorant enough to share his name. Li Er is Lao Tzu, the author of "Tao De Jing" or "Lao Tzu" is the same as Tai Shang Lao Jun.

Now he understands why Zhong Jianbai is so mysterious!

"Road to Road, very Avenue?"

"That's what I said." The old man nodded, his three strands of hair trembling slightly: "Don't worry, adjust your breath. I know you may have a lot of questions. The questions are endless, even if you want to tens of thousands of years. It can't be solved in case."

"Well, I understand." Zhao Mai nodded, the training of psychic powers allowed him to calm down quickly. "Say, I'm listening."

"No matter what kind of conjecture you have in your mind, it is likely to have happened, is happening or will happen. These three states exist at the same time. Time is a strange thing. What I am telling you from a subjective point of view is that I am a mother first. Raised by my father, I grew up slowly, constantly thinking about the world around me, my heart was full of doubts. Then I had an opportunity, just like you now, to travel to other places, wander around, and sometimes communicate with others. Some things, sometimes just want to see all kinds of scenery. By the way, what do you use now to pass through the passage of time and space?"

"I have a car, my own four-wheeled sedan, and I work part-time as a taxi driver."

"Very good. There are doors, windows and air conditioning. The times are really different. I only had a blue old cow." The old man stroked his beard and continued: "A lot of things happened afterwards. Everywhere I go, After observing and then learning, I slowly formed my own thoughts and walked to today step by step. You will be the same as me if you see more and think more. Learn some other people’s wisdom, and also give a few words to others. It’s no different from an ordinary old man. Now I’m hiding here. The reason why I’m calling you is mainly because you can grab someone’s shuttle request. So far, this is probably a unique ability."

"Unique? How do others do it?"

"Generally speaking, you need to use destiny gold coins first, and then have the idea of ​​crossing in your heart. Then, coincidence will make it easy for these people to meet the messengers of the ring alliance. After that, you only need to make a request to the messenger and pay the gold coins. Okay. Of course, there are also people who can communicate with higher levels of will, such as God, God of Space, and so on, and then slam down ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and pass through."

"Haha... it really does happen like this..." Zhao Mai rolled his eyes, and he had a few questions in his heart. As soon as he opened his mouth, the old man said the answer.

"It's okay to live forever; saints also exist; I know spells; the cow is dead but I can travel without a cow anymore; it is more convenient for you to call me the old man instead of the old man." The old man shook his head. Said to Zhao Mai: "Don't ask, I have a special book called "What's the matter with a million", then let Zhong Jianbai give you one, which basically covers all the answers, and there is about a reduced version of Cihai It's so thick. They always want me to make a database, but I don't like computers." The old man squeezed his eyes and raised his index and middle fingers with a smile: "It can only count to two, so stupid!"

"Well! Two begets three, and three can beget everything..." Zhao Mai nodded, and then realized what he had said. "Sorry, I'm really a little excited. I promise I won't talk nonsense and listen to you honestly."

"Don't be too restrictive, let me explain why you are needed here." The old man filled Zhao Mai and himself with tea, his eyes flashing with memories. "There used to be three wizards, Lynch, Siegel, and a mysterious man whose name was hidden. They wanted to know the secret of the creation of the world, but they discovered an amazing method..." (To be continued.)