It's cold and there's no sign of spring yet. A young man in thin clothes was sitting alone by the river fishing.Because of the cold, he shivered, hugged his curled legs tightly, and rested his chin on his knees.His eyes seemed to be looking at the floats on the water, but he seemed to be looking at nothing. In the dark forest in the distance, a man in black was staring at him coldly. he knows.Although he didn't glance over there, he felt the cold gaze. But he didn't care and didn't want to know why. His luck was so bad that no one could take anything from him.Like today, he doesn't even know where tonight's dinner is—there are too few fish that can be caught recently.

Would you like to go to Pavilion Master Yao's place for a meal? He sighed and shook his head secretly. That's all for Lao Yao, but how can one bear his wife's face?That day, she purposely prepared a meal early in the morning, and the whole family sat on the bed and ate the meal.When he went, the woman washed the pot upside down and looked at him coldly. What else can he do?Does it really depend on people taking a broom to drive them away? To tell the truth, he wasn't much annoyed.It's hard to avoid people's eyes when they live under the fence.He just felt sorry for Yao Tingchang—marrying such a short-sighted woman.He originally wanted to repay him well in the future, but because of this woman, he would only repay him with common courtesy.

Who made Yao Shi just treat him as an ordinary person who eats free food?He sneered and thought to himself. Repay a gentleman with the way of a gentleman, and repay a villain with the way of a villain.This is his credo. He has always believed that with his talent, one day he will gain enough power and wealth to repay those who have favored him generously, deter those who have despised him, and take revenge on those who have abused him.what!In particular, he must remember that he must repay that grandmother in Dongchenggen well.She was not close to him, but she gave him food for dozens of days when he was the hungriest...

But now, tormented by cold and hunger, he began to doubt: Will he really have that day? So far, there is no sign that he will have a bright future. In the eyes of those around him, what is he?A wretched and incompetent little person who spends his days here and there earning a living, his parents died without money to bury him, and he was humiliated by a rascal in the public eye... He is worthless, so why should he expect the favor of God? He asked himself that he was not a mediocre person, but when he thought about it carefully, what would he do?He disdains to be a farmer who plows and ridges; he doesn't have the businessman's skills to compare pennies and pennies; he hates copying documents day after day; he despises the way of being an official... ah!Nowadays, he is not good at any of the skills that are highly praised by this world, and he is still delusional...

As soon as the float sank, a fish was hooked! He pulled hard and there was nothing on the hook—he was too absent-minded and missed the opportunity again, sighed, re-baited the hook, and threw the hook back into the water. The ripples on the water spread out in circles, and he looked at the ripples. Does he really know nothing? No, it is not. He once learned some strange skills, that was in the distant past... I don't know if it's right to teach you this.The old man looked at him with some melancholy, which may have hurt you, child. how could be?master. If you have never learned these things, you will not feel any regrets if you spend your life in such a muddle.But now... oh!The old man stroked the top of his head and sighed.

Yes, the master's foresight is always so accurate.How carefree he had been before that!Foraging for food in the fields and rivers, he would yell with joy when he touched a larger snail.But now, he can no longer get such happiness.The master knew this would happen, why did he teach him?Why can't he be allowed to live this humble and peaceful life with peace of mind? But it's hard to say.Your talent is too high, without me, you may sooner or later... talent?Ah, he'd rather he never had it.What else did it bring him, besides the pain of being underappreciated?Without it, he could settle down and find pleasure in a life of meanness, like the ignorant mob around him.

... You are a real sharp sword, even if you are buried in the deepest soil, you cannot hide your sharpness... No, no, master.If the sword is buried in the soil for too long, it will rust and die.He would rather be a rough rock.The stubborn stone will not rust, even if it is thrown into the most filthy soil and trampled on, it will not suffer and complain. Why on earth did the master teach him those things?And teach so harshly, so harshly.Doesn't he understand that the time for such skills is over? With the destruction of the six kingdoms, everything is settled.Every position in the Empire has been settled—perhaps three or four generations later.The higher authorities no longer need to recruit talents from the reckless, they only require everyone to keep their own place.

Ah, the oath, and that strange oath. Before leaving, the master made him swear: Never use anything he taught, unless troubled times come. The master taught him such an extraordinary skill, but he didn't seem to want him to use it.why?Could it be that the master took great pains to polish him into a unparalleled sword in order to bury him in the sunless soil and let the years erode his sharpness little by little? Master, the mysterious master.He wouldn't even tell him his real name.Once, the master actually told him that his name was Wei Liao.It really took him by surprise.But after thinking about it, he also admired the courage of the master, and the aliases were so different-how dare to use the name of the current imperial lieutenant!

What do you care about those?He shook his head violently, breaking his mind from the memory. That bizarre encounter was meaningless to him, so it's better to forget it as soon as possible.Seriously catch your own fish, or you will be hungry again today. He concentrated on the gently floating buoy on the water's surface. Really pointless? Yes. Not at all? Yes. Those self-expectations of the past... It's all ridiculous wishful thinking!Throw it away, throw it all away. Then he is going to spend his life silently in poverty like this? Yes, yes, yes! But if he was destined to sink for a lifetime, why did God give him such a rare talent?Why let him learn such outstanding skills?Why provoke his unreasonable ambition...

No, don't think about it, don't think about it, just accept your fate!He is a work carefully crafted by the heavens. Unfortunately, he was forgotten in the humble bottom, so let him fend for himself! Just what about the cold reception they have suffered?What about those unrequited favors?And that never-to-be-forgotten shame? what!shame!shame!These two words pounded his chest repeatedly, wanting to engrave them on his heart with the sharpest dagger. How could he forget about it!Even if he can forget, can others forget?The whole Huaiyin City has already spread his jokes.If you keep this life, you won't be able to prove anything in the end, so why did you have to endure it in the first place?Why not fight?With his swordsmanship, couldn't he still kill that rascal?

God let him come to this world, what exactly is he here for? He looked up to the sky, hoping to find the answer. It was already dark—the sun was setting.He sighed and reeled in the line. Another day of nothing. He stood up, rubbed his numb legs, picked up the empty fishing basket, and walked back with the fishing rod on his shoulders. "Please stop." Someone shouted behind him. He knew without turning his head that it was the man in black who had been hiding in the woods and spying on him for a long time, but he was not interested in why this man came—at least not now.It was getting late, and he didn't want to be locked up outside the city gate overnight. "Are you calling me?" He lazily turned around and asked. "Is there a third person here?" The other party walked over unhurriedly.It was a middle-aged man with a thin face, and there was an indifference in his expression, which seemed not suitable for his age. "Who are you? What do you want me to do? I don't seem to know you." He acted as if he was ready to leave anytime, anywhere. But the man in black didn't seem to see his obvious intention to leave. "You can call me Cang Hai Ke," he introduced himself leisurely, "I am an envoy of God, coming from the East China Sea..." "What do you say you are?" He suspected that something was wrong with his ears. "I am the envoy of the gods, I came from the East China Sea, and I was ordered by the gods to find someone in the mortal world..." It turned out that my ears were fine, but the other party made a mistake.He smiled and said: "Your Excellency has found the wrong person, I live on the left side of Huaiyin." After speaking, he turned and left.I really didn't expect that such a little trick would actually be played on him! The man in black who claimed to be Cang Hai Ke was startled: "Lu Zuo? What Lu Zuo?" "You don't know that the left is cheap and the right is expensive? Go find those people who live on the right? They are your customers." It's really boring to waste words with such people. "Wait! Do you think I'm the kind of alchemist who pretends to be a ghost and cheats people of money?" He didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he just walked on his own. "I'm really an angel, maybe you never believe in ghosts and gods..." "You're right." He sneered and dropped the next sentence. "... But if you don't believe in something, it must not exist?" Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Canghaike said again: "If I am really an alchemist, given your current situation, there is nothing worthy of my plans." He still didn't stop. Canghaike said slowly: "Young man, don't you want to achieve your king's hegemony?" The gentle sound hit him like a thunderbolt, he stopped suddenly, the fish reel slipped from his hand, fell to the ground and turned twice. No, no.This is the most secret and wild thought in his heart, and he has never, and dare not, reveal this terrible ambition to anyone.The stranger won't know, won't. Cang Haike walked over slowly, and said slowly: "Your talent is enough, but the time is not right. If you were born a hundred years earlier, your achievements would be comparable to Qi Huan and Jin Wen. But now, unfortunately, you will be doomed Bend in the marketplace, die of old age among the basil, unless there is my master's..." "Ridiculous!" He turned around slowly, staring at Cang Haike and said, "I've never heard more ridiculous than this." Cang Haike said: "You can deny it. Whether my words are right or wrong, you know better than me. But please rest assured, I am not from the imperial court." Yes, he will not be a member of the court.The strict precautions taken by the current imperial court against the common people and the harsh usage are rarely seen since ancient times.If he was a member of the imperial court, as long as he had the slightest doubt about himself, he would not stand here and talk to himself so calmly.So who is he? "Are you an ex-official from the Six Kingdoms?" He asked suddenly with a thought.Recently, there are some legends that many old ministers of the clans of the six countries hidden among the people are trying to restore the country, and they often use fortune tellers and fortune tellers to search for talents everywhere. Cang Haike shook his head: "No, I am an envoy of God." "Do you work for the state of Chu?" Among all kinds of rumors and prophecies, the most widely circulated sentence is: Although there are three families in Chu, if Qin dies, Chu must die!This happens to be the hometown of Chu State.The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. "I do things for God." Cang Haike sighed and said, "Can't you believe that I am really an envoy of God? You are indeed very smart, and you can always deduce the most possible answer in the shortest time. But not everything in the world can be understood with common sense. After all, human knowledge is limited, so why try to explain the inexplicable things with what you know right now?" "Okay," he said, crossing his arms across his chest, "then explain it with what I don't know. Why do you say I have that kind of ambition? I'm like that person?" He looked at the shoes on his feet with the toes exposed. Cang Haike seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said: "Your behavior depends on your behavior." "My behaviour? What have I done?" Cang Hai Ke: "Nine years later, you will participate in a rebellion, and your behavior proves that you have already harbored different ambitions." "Nine years later?" He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "You will predict the future." Canghaike said seriously: "It's not me, it's my master. I'm just a mortal." He still smiled: "The rebellion after nine years? Interesting. With the great talent of the First Emperor and the wiseness of the son Fusu, at least fifty years of peace can be maintained in Great Qin. Nine years? Haha..." Canghaike didn't smile, his indifferent face was expressionless. "Well, you have a god master, he can predict the future, and he knows that there will be a rebellion in nine years, so he must also know the end of the rebellion?" Cang Haike said: "Yes." "So is it success or failure?" He suddenly found his heart beating faster.what happened?When did I start caring about this warlock's nonsense? "I'm sorry." Cang Haike shook his head and said, "My master said that you can't announce too many prophecies, it will cause mutation...it will disturb the way of heaven. Besides, I didn't come here for this." For some reason, upon hearing such an answer, he was disappointed for a while: "Then what are you looking for me for?" Cang Haike said: "Make a deal with you." He was a little surprised: "Deal?" After going around for a while, he returned to the old place?Is he still an alchemist after all?But just like what he said: Given his current situation, what is there for him to plot? Cang Haike said: "You are a rare genius in the world, but not all talented people can succeed, you are like this. Twelve years later, you will encounter a difficulty that cannot be overcome by manpower, and it will cut you off. All your hopes will make you depressed for the rest of your life. The only person who can help you overcome this difficulty is my master. You need my master’s help, and it just so happens that my master also needs you to do something for him.” "Difficulties?" He was a little curious, "What kind of difficulties will I encounter? What does your master want me to do for him?" "I can't tell you now, and there is no need to tell you. You will understand when the time comes." He looked at Cang Hai Ke for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Your master has great powers and can help me overcome difficulties that cannot be overcome by manpower, but what else can I, a mortal, help me? Don't you think your lies are too much?" Clumsy?" Canghai Ke was not angry, but said indifferently: "Who told you that God is omnipotent?" "Isn't that what everyone in the world says?" "Which of the world has seen the real God?" He froze.After a long time, he said, "Then how can you prove that your master is the real god?" Cang Haike said: "I don't have to prove it, time will prove everything. I just want to make this deal with you..." "What if I say no?" "Reject?" Cang Haike looked a little caught off guard, but also somewhat expected, nodded, and said, "My master is really right, it is not easy to convince you. You are too good, too good People are always confident that they can get everything by themselves, and they are not easy to rely on others..." "It's not that I don't want to be dependent on others, it's that I don't want to be controlled by others." He said, "Being benefited by others is bound to be controlled by others. I know this very well. I don't like this feeling. The future is my own, and I don't want to sell it to anyone. A person—even if he is a god." There was a complex look in Canghaike's indifferent eyes, but it disappeared in a flash. "Okay," he said coldly, "youth and talent are your capital, just do what you want. Remember, you still have twelve years to consider this deal. Twelve years After that, I will come to you again and tell me your decision then." He also said coldly: "No, I don't think my decision will change." Canghaike turned around and walked slowly towards the dark forest in the distance, and at the same time said in a slow tone: "Young man, don't make premature judgments. The you now may not be the you in the future; the decision now, It’s not necessarily going to be a future decision either.” His words made his heart tremble. In order to dispel this uncomfortable feeling, he said loudly to his back: "What do you mean by this? What's wrong with me now? What's wrong with me in the future? Could you be more I know myself better?" The figure of Cang Hai Ke has completely disappeared in the dark forest, but his voice still floats over like a ghost: "You now believe that fate is in your own hands, and you in the future will know what God's will is hard to violate. .” All was silent again.The dark night was accompanied by a strong chill, surrounded from all directions.In this empty field, he suddenly felt a little suffocated. "God's will... God's will..." he murmured, "If my life's hardship is really God's will, does it mean that even if I get everything with the help of divine power, it will eventually be lost?"