: The fate of the general is determined by the way of heaven.

There were quite a few people checking in and the queue was quite long.

It has never been very patient.

I can't help but think seriously about this.

It is a cat now.

Not a dignified girl.

You can have no quality.

Anyway...it was Cui Yun's face that was embarrassed.

After thinking about this, it ran to jump in line without any worries. It swaggered to the front.

The reckless man who was about to take his turn:...

If someone else had stepped in to join him, he would have punched him, and it happened to be a cat. It was a cat all white, with its head held high and trying its best to hand out the signature in its mouth.

The reckless man felt strangely happy, rubbed his nose and took a step back.

The Taoist priest who interpreted the lottery was silent. He bent down to receive the lottery. Under Xuetuan's expectant eyes, he was about to interpret it when he saw someone coming slowly.

Cui Yun is dressed like a young master from a well-established family and has an extraordinary bearing.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

He said calmly: "The cat is ignorant and insists on cheating."

He looked at Xue Tuan, holding a lottery ticket in his hand: "This is the one you shook."

"At any rate, I took good care of him. You can be more reasonable outside."

The snow ball looked up and saw that it was the evil lot that it had rejected.

It angrily turned its back to Cui Yun to vent its dissatisfaction.

Taoist Master Sanqing came with Cui Yun. He smiled when he saw this and said, "Little friend Cui, the last time I played chess with you was half a year ago. Why don't you let me see how good your chess skills are?"

Cui Yun also agreed.

After he settled Cui Xuan's family, he followed Taoist Sanqing to the bamboo forest.

There was a chessboard placed in the middle of the bamboo forest. Seeing the two people sitting down, Xue Tuan's eyes fell on the paper and pen not far away, as well as the prepared ink.

Just put it on the bluestone steps, as if waiting for it to work.

Its heart was beating like thunder. After taking one look at Cui Yun, it ran over to him as if it were a thief.

Xue Tuan tilted his head and thought for a while, instead of choosing a cumbersome writing brush, he let the fluffy flesh pad fill up with ink and laboriously wrote on the paper stroke by stroke.

It seems like it doesn't care about so much anymore.

Soon, she handed it to Cui Yun like a treasure.

"Meow."

Look.

Cui Yun dropped the white chess piece in his hand and then lowered his eyes. His gaze casually glanced at Xue Tuan's expectant round eyes.

"Want to play with paper dragonflies again? Let Jixin fold them for you later."

Snowball was confused.

"Meow!"

She shouted sadly, and the next moment, her chubby body became extremely stiff.

The piece of rice paper that was full of her writings had all the ink erased at some point.

It's as clean as ever, without any trace.

Only her flesh pads were still dark, with the residual fragrance of ink, reminding her that all this was real.

"Little friend Cui."

Taoist Master Sanqing finally spoke up. He raised his hand to pick up the signature that Cui Yun had put aside.

"I have a fate with her. How about I interpret this lottery?"

Taoist Priest Sanqing was the most virtuous and respected. When the new emperor ascended the throne, he intentionally asked him to perform the ritual. However, he left Shengjing the day before the new emperor came to visit in person and traveled around.

Over the years, his whereabouts have been uncertain.

Today I went back to the gym.

It seems like he came just for the snowballs.

Cui Yun narrowed his eyes. He subconsciously flicked the bracelet on his wrist.

"It's the snow group's luck."

"Excuse me, little friend Cui, go get some water."

Taking water is false, but sending him away is true.

However, Xuetuan's paws should indeed be washed. Cui Yun was not prepared for Taoist Master Sanqing. Otherwise, he would not have worn the bracelet he gave him for many years.

Immediately, he lazily stood up.

Seeing Cui Yun walking away, Xuetuan covered his ears before Taoist Sanqing could speak again.

It doesn't listen!

That's not what it shakes!

Don't reason with it!

However, Taoist Priest Sanqing half-bent down.

"This kid probably didn't ask for this lottery for himself."

The snowball suddenly raised its head in disbelief.

Taoist Priest Sanqing: "How many people in this world can receive blessings and turn misfortune into good fortune? What Heaven does is what the general's fate must be, and no one can change it. You are like this, and so is the poor Taoist."

"Look at the clouds in the sky, they are in groups and are stained like crimson and blood."

"The good city has been destroyed, Chicheng——"

He said hoarsely: "I can't hold on anymore."

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Cui Yun noticed that Xuetuan looked obviously depressed after he set off to return.

Like her is Cui Xuanshi.

The lottery that Cui Xuan asked for was also an extremely bad one. She couldn't help but feel like it was stuck in her throat.

With one person and one cat, Cui Yun really didn't know how to comfort him.

But I don’t know why, but on the way back, I felt like I was plagued by bad luck.

Dark clouds were gathering, and the dark clouds pressed down on the dull sky.

Suddenly, a heavy rain came, covering the sky. The big raindrops pitter-pattered straight down. When they fell on the ground, they splashed like puffs of white smoke.

Caught off guard, thunder broke out everywhere.

The mountain road was muddy and it was impossible to move forward, forcing everyone to stop on the way. There was no village in front of them and no ground behind them. Fortunately, there was a family not far away.

Cui Yun led everyone to take shelter from the rain.

The old woman who opened the door did not refuse after hearing this, and quickly invited people in. She suffered from eye disease and walked with a cane.

"Don't despise your family if you are poor."

Xue Tuan's round eyes looked around.

Poor indeed.

Not to mention the cramped house, the poor family had only four walls. Even the coarse cloth clothes worn by the old woman were washed white and full of patches.

Cui Xuan asked softly: "Old man, how much are you disturbing me?"

"I'm happy."

The old woman trembled and said: "The younger one in the family has died and the older one has left. I am left alone. Maybe I have not been popular for a long time."

She smiled sadly and apologized very much.

"It's dinner time. You are here as a guest. If there is still rice in the rice vat, I will treat you to a meal."

Cui Yun lowered his eyes: "Not long ago, the government summoned wealthy businessmen from all over the country and issued a decree. People who are extremely poor, sick and have no one to rely on should go to the government to register. After their investigation, they will determine the situation and be able to carry a bucket of rice per month. One person.

Do you know if I can receive it for more than a year?"

The money was naturally provided by wealthy merchants.

It can be considered a big deal.
To be continued...