Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 500 Chen Ke is confused

Zhu Wuyao is no longer as naive as before.

If she had foreseen this future through divination back then, she would probably have thought that this place was about to suffer a calamity, and only by joining forces with Shen Anzhi could they avert disaster.

But her experiences over the years have made her realize that those who peer into the future will themselves become part of the process.

Therefore, another guess has emerged.

Could it be that the disaster in Changxiao Town stemmed from Shen Anzhi's inability to find her?

Because when Zhu Wuyao used the Boundless Form technique, he was only looking into the future of the neighboring Mingzhu, so his information about Shen Anzhi was very limited, and he could only guess at the situation.

Furthermore, Zhu Wuyao was trustworthy because of Shen Anzhi's character.

She suspected that Shen Anzhi, as always, had done good deeds but ended up with bad results, and that his good intentions had led to disastrous consequences.

Regardless of the speculation, Zhu Wuyao came here to fulfill her promise from back then, for the sake of this cause and effect. The future revealed by the divination was enough to make her wait here.

Thinking this, she looked down at the dumpling in her hand.

He stuffed it into his mouth without any expression.

"Hey, so you've accepted this fate?"

Lingbi seemed somewhat surprised.

It could sense that Zhu Wuyao had always maintained a reclusive attitude, but it never expected that this little girl who took the initiative to visit would actually bring it together with her.

"If I choose to wait here and meet Shen Anzhi, I will be choosing the path of becoming connected with her."

"Since we can't avoid it in the future, why disappoint her today?"

From this day forward.

Ah Zhu comes here every few days.

Zhu Wuyao also realized what the little girl was thinking. She was simply unwilling to follow in her mother's footsteps and didn't want to continue being an embroiderer.

That day, seeing that she could read, I wanted to curry favor with her.

She's just too shy; she's come many times but still won't say it.

"My eyesight isn't very good anymore, Sister Wu. Isn't it scary to not be able to see?"

I don't know.

She was completely plunged into darkness the moment her eyes were injured by Lu Tiaotiao's sword energy. After that, she shared another kind of vision with the spirit pen, and then she had divine consciousness by her side, so she can't be considered a true blind person.

"My eldest brother really wanted to marry into another family so he could earn some money to send home and let his mother rest. But when he was young, he worked as a porter and was so stressed that he stopped growing taller."

"Let alone a well-bred young lady, even a girl with a little money wouldn't want to date him."

Zhu Wuyao knew about her brother.

I also know the other families in the neighborhood.

Mingzhu's brother was dark-skinned and short, but he was a fairly honest person.

When Zhu Wuyao, as usual, released her divine sense to explore the surroundings, she heard that her brother had taught Mingzhu:

"That Miss Wu is blind and her family is wealthy. You should visit her often. We're honest people, we won't do anything dishonest. Just see if there's any work you can do..."

But Mingzhu came many times, yet she never asked that question.

Because her mother was an upright and dignified person, none of the children in the family could do anything like cheating, shirking responsibility, or fawning.

Actually, asking her what work she needs to do is not considered "groveling".

However, when people are poor but still have dignity, they will always suspect that they are being looked down upon by others. And because of this low self-esteem, they may do all sorts of undignified things.

Such as today.

I hope Wuyao knows that Mingzhu will speak out today.

Because her brother's arm was broken, they had already spent all the family's money on doctors, and they didn't know when he would recover.

"Sister Wu, I went to town with my mother and heard that a new storybook has recently been published. It was written by someone named Wuyu, and he's very famous!"

"Someone was telling stories by the roadside, and that's what they were talking about."

"Sister Wu, I know you can read and must really want to read. I can tell you what I heard today. I've written it all down. All you need to do is... give me a very small amount of money, and I can go listen every day, write it down, and then tell it to you."

"You can also teach me to read. Once I can read, you can hire me to read to you. I'll only ask for a small amount of money..."

As he finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer.

Through her divine sense, Zhu Wuyao was able to perceive Azhu's heartbeat and see Azhu's clenched fingers due to nervousness.

She gave a half-smile.

They're just kids; they said such opportunistic things without even realizing it.

meaning is--

Not only did she offer to be Azhu's tutor for free, but she also had to pay extra if Azhu wanted to hear her disciple read aloud in the future? Moreover, if Azhu wanted to hear stories, wouldn't it be more convenient to just hire a storyteller to come to the courtyard?

"You teach me to read for free, then hire me to read to you."

The books I read were written by her...

This kind of talk is not as good as just asking me to give you some money directly.

But Ah Zhu was only a seven or eight-year-old child, so he didn't ask for money for nothing. Instead, he had the idea of ​​exchanging his labor for money.

However, the underlying interests were not fully understood.

Therefore, he appears naive and greedy.

She could even guess that if she explained the interests involved to Azhu, the girl would probably blush with shame and then run away in utter disgrace, never to come looking for her again.

Zhu Wuyao wouldn't blame her.

"Rude" is only because she is poor. If her family were rich, Mingzhu would know manners and boundaries, and be as cultured and principled as those high-class young ladies and gentlemen.

"Really? I loved the books written by Wuyu even before I went blind."

"If you can explain the story you heard today to me clearly, I will assign this job to you."

Upon hearing this, Mingzhu's eyes lit up, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

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Those Years of Pretending to Be a Reclusive Master

The storytellers hired by Mohen Bookstore always told only half the story, leaving the reader wanting more and immediately buying the storybook to read the sequel.

The protagonist of the storybook is named Chen Ke.

He is a reclusive master.

But not quite.

The reason he is called a reclusive master is because, in the eyes of outsiders, he has profound skills and a mysterious identity. Moreover, the Heavenly Mystery Realm where Chen Ke is located contains countless spiritual herbs.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot stay in the Heavenly Mystery Realm for more than two hours.

But Chen Ke was able to cultivate fields and grow vegetables here, living in seclusion and avoiding the world, as if he could cope with the oppressive atmosphere of this place without any pressure.

But Chen Ke himself was very confused.

Because he has amnesia.

When I woke up, I saw this beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains. The scenery was lovely, but there was no one around.

Fortunately, there was an abandoned temple nearby with some "farm tools" and "vegetable seeds" inside, so they could at least cultivate the land and grow some fruits and vegetables, so they wouldn't starve to death.

It's not that no one comes.

But those who managed to get here all seemed to have suffered from a recurring ailment, trembling all over, and when they looked at him, they were as respectful as if they had seen a savior.

Chen Ke came to the conclusion that everyone who fell here had suffered a head injury, just like him!