Chapter 53: Such a Strong Peach Blossom Luck

  Xie Xiao Xiao arrived at the Bei Mang Mountain cemetery early this morning. She doesn't have many friends and is usually closest to her grandmother. After her grandmother's passing, she was heartbroken. Although two years have passed, every time she comes to the cemetery for Qingming Festival, Winter Solstice, or the anniversary of her grandmother's death, she would cry while talking to the tombstone about her feelings.

  Her grandmother, Jin Hua, taught her how to tell fortunes but not how to live. Moreover, she was introverted by nature and often encountered all sorts of troubles in daily life.

  "...... Grandma, is the fate you calculated for me accurate or not? You said I would meet a bad person who is good to me in this life, has he appeared or not? Xiao Xiao recently met a boy who is very good and takes care of me, but he's not a bad guy."

  Xie Xiaoxiao was telling her grandmother the most private things in her heart, when she suddenly felt that someone was eavesdropping behind her, and quickly turned around. She saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, his hair combed neatly, staring blankly at the photo on the tombstone.

  Xie Xiao Xiao was a bit shy but still unhappily asked: "Who are you? Why did you secretly listen to me and my grandma talking?"

  The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "You're Xiao Xiao, right? I used to hold you in my arms when you were little, have you forgotten about Daoist Grandfather?"

  Xie Xiao Xiao shook her head in confusion, then suddenly exclaimed: "Is it that Daoist grandpa who likes to drink wine and gets a red nose after drinking?"

  The old man's face turned red with embarrassment, and he said seriously: "It's just that the tip of my nose is red, most of my nose is a normal color. You mustn't be influenced by your grandmother and wrongly accuse me."

  Xie Xiao Xiao covered her mouth and smiled secretly, and quietly wiped away the remaining tears at the corner of her eyes: "Daoist Grandfather, why have you been away for so long? Why aren't you wearing your Daoist robes anymore? Grandma passed away and you didn't even come back to take a look?"

  The old man's face turned gloomy, and he sighed: "We made a bet, I lost. According to my calculations, she could have lived until this year's Dragon Boat Festival, but she ridiculed my four-pillar fortune-telling method for being inaccurate, saying that human fate can be changed. In anger, I vowed that she would live until the Dragon Boat Festival and come to accompany her in playing chess before then. It wasn't until two days ago when I went to your old house in the countryside that I found out she had passed away."

  Xiao Xiao hastily explained: "Grandma wasn't making fun of you, she's always been praising your calculations in front of me. It's just that Grandma said, when a person is born, although they are influenced by the eight characters of their birthdate, the karma from past and present lives will cause deviations in the eight-character destiny. Didn't the "Lied Fan Four Teachings" say that as long as you put your heart into it, everyone can change their fate? That old monk who used the Huang Ji Jing Shu couldn't even calculate Mr. Lied Fan's final fate accurately. Grandma has spent her whole life studying the destiny of karma deviations, so she is even more clear about her own lifespan."

  "Anyway, she won the bet and I lost badly."

  "It's all old news, why does Master Daoist keep remembering it, besides Grandma has already passed away, no one knows about the bet back then."

  "No, you don't understand. What's been bothering me isn't the fact that I lost, but rather that I've given some strange fortunes to a few people, and my words were too absolute, which might affect their entire lives. For example, on the eve of our bet with your grandmother, I was entrusted by Ms. Lin from the North District Welfare Institute to give a fortune to an orphan. The child was born with a greedy wolf face, but his fate is afflicted with seven killings, and his hidden fate is actually located in the central palace of the Ziwei Emperor Star. Do you know what this means?"

  The old man still had a mind to test Xiao Xiao's meaning.

  Xie Xiao furrowed her brow and thought for a moment, hesitantly saying: "I'm not very proficient in Zi Wei Dou Shu, I'm still studying the materials left by my grandmother. However, based on Grandfather's calculations, this aspect is quite complex. In ancient times of war and chaos, one could become a noble or king, but born in a peaceful and prosperous era, they would surely be a heroic thief or bandit. Their whole life would be filled with romantic entanglements and constant danger... However, considering the current social environment, this person is likely to escape neither imprisonment nor an untimely death."

  The old man clapped his hands excitedly and praised, "Well said, similar to the criticism I made back then. But after your grandmother read my criticism, she only commented on one sentence, overturning all my arguments, and almost scolded me as a swindler."

  Xie Xiao was young at that time and obviously couldn't remember the matter. She rubbed her black-framed glasses and curiously asked, "What did grandma say back then?"

  "It's a noble fate that can't be spoken of, and it turns bad luck into good fortune." The old man looked embarrassed and continued, "It was because of this natal chart that I had a falling out with your grandmother."

  "Oh, since grandma said so, grandpa must be wrong." Xie Xiao said matter-of-factly.

  "You little scamp, you're just like your grandmother." The old man was so angry that he shook his head and almost pulled out a handful of his whiskers.

  Xiao Xiao smiled and said: "Grandpa used to say that when he was a kid, this sounds kind of familiar."

  Just then, a commotion was heard from the mountain, and many people who were sweeping their graves hastily fled down the hillside, warning everyone that members of the underworld were fighting, and someone called the police.

  Xie Xiao Xiao hastily said to the old man: "Daoist grandfather, let's leave quickly, don't get mistakenly hurt."

  The old man, however, was unflappable: "Not many people can hurt me. But this is also too much, fighting in a cemetery, someone should take care of Linjiang City's security issues. Next time I go to Zhongnanhai, I will definitely report... Cough, come on, Grandpa will take you to see the excitement."

  "But... but..." Xie Xiao was afraid of causing trouble and didn't dare follow, but she also feared that this old man who loved to watch the excitement would get hurt, so she plucked up her courage and followed him.

  The fight was intense, but Wang Yu didn't worry about the danger on the scene. His only concern was that he might be drawn into the bloody storm of Jianghu because of this matter. Director Lin had made a lot of effort to make Wang Yu and the club completely break off their relationship back then, and Wang Yu didn't want to waste Mrs. Lin's efforts.

  Huang Rong made a phone call from the foot of the mountain to summon people, and Huang Youjing was also jumping up and down making phone calls to shout for people. The people he brought were slightly fewer, suffered a big loss, and had already been knocked down by more than a dozen people from the north district.

  Wang Yu saw that six or seven people from the North District were also injured, lying on the ground and groaning. He then said to the two black-clad men beside him: "Go, bring the wounded over."

  Those two men had heard of Wang Yu's profession, which was said to be a veterinarian with no qualifications, and if they really brought him over to treat the animal, he could make a healthy animal sick. So, the two men in black hesitated and looked at Master Jiu for his opinion.

  Huang Rong became displeased and brandished her spring-loaded knife, scolding: "Are you guys out of your minds? Didn't you hear what Fourth Brother said? Quickly go lift the person!"

  The Ninth Master nodded slightly, and the two men were like pardoned convicts, carrying their seven injured companions to Wang Yu's face.

  Wang Yu took a quick look and found that most of them were injured bones, which wouldn't be fatal for the time being. One of them was hit on the head and seriously injured, if not treated in time, there is a risk of death.

  "Do you have silver needles?"

  Everyone shook their heads, coming out into the world, who doesn't have a silver needle with them, and yet they can't kill anyone.

  Wang Yu stroked the face of the injured person, whose complexion had turned purple, and his brow furrowed. He used the Xuan Nu pressing technique, pressing from the wrist to the head. The injured person's face turned a deep purple color, especially the two temples, which jumped wildly, as if hiding two small mice.

  "Do you have a dagger?"

  Huang Rong didn't say another word and handed over her treasured spring-loaded knife, a birthday gift Wang Yu had given her when she was fourteen.

  Just as Wang Yu was about to stab the injured person's temple with the knife tip, even Jiuye, who had always trusted Wang Yu, covered his chest in worry.

  "Xiao Yu, are you going or not?" It's not that Jiu Ye doesn't trust Wang Yu, but rather he has only seen people killed with knives, never saved.

  And he stabbed at the temple, which is a fatal acupuncture point.

  "Men shouldn't say no way, women shouldn't say casually. In a critical moment, even if it's not possible, it will do." Wang Yu said, with the knife tip already pressed against the injured person's temple.

  With a puff, a jet of dark purple blood spurted out, under great pressure, spraying six or seven meters away.

  Wang Yu seemed to have anticipated it and shifted his body in advance.

  After bleeding, the injured person's complexion quickly returned to normal, and there was no longer that dying purple-black color.

  Wang Yu pressed a few more times around the temple, and the pinhole-sized wound gradually stopped bleeding, and his breathing also became stable.

  Ding! The feeding system announced a reward.

  【You saved a life on the verge of death, Love value + 10 】

  Wang Yu's current love value is 38/106, still a long way from the full value. However, saving one life can get 10 points of love value, which makes Wang Yu very satisfied.

  "Xiao Yu Ge is so amazing!" Huang Rong proudly raised her chin, showing off to the crowd, as if she was the one who had saved the person.

  Jiu Ye nodded in surprise, barely accepting this fact. A rookie who graduated from a veterinary major actually saved someone, and his medical skills seemed to be not bad? This world seems to be a bit chaotic.

  Several leaders who did not participate in the battle were also staring at Wang Yu in surprise, and from now on, a new batch of nicknames will be given to Wang Yu on the Northern District Road, such as Beast Doctor Saint Hand, Knife Doctor Shura, Beastman Double Repair, etc.

  Before both sides' troops arrived, Wang Yu saved two more half-dead wounded soldiers and obtained 9 points of loving kindness value.

  At this time, each side had more than a hundred members. If they really clashed, it would likely trigger suppression by the armed police. So after the large group arrived, the fierce battle actually stopped. Huang Youjing was still in shock, with an unknown person having hit him on the head, and the bloodstain not yet dry.

  " Ninth Master, you can protect Wang Yu for a while, but you can't protect him for his whole life. After you're dead and gone, I'll see who dares to protect him again? My brother died because of him, if I don't kill him, it won't be enough to calm the anger of the masses." Huang Youjing shouted from within the protection circle of his subordinates, pointing at Wang Yu.

  "I'm afraid you'll die before me. Get out, provoking the police will only make our brothers on the road laugh." Old Master Ji waved his hand wearily, as if shooing away a fly, clearly not wanting to hear him shout anymore.

  Wang Yu remained silent. It was not his turn to speak now, as the two big shots were making their final statements. No one else could interrupt, or they would probably continue fighting.

  On a hillside over 100 meters away, an old man in a Zhongshan suit led Xie Xiaoxiao to observe the two factions negotiating.

  Xie Xiao suddenly saw Wang Yu in the crowd and exclaimed in surprise, then quickly covered her mouth. Her big eyes were filled with worry.

  "What's wrong? Hmm... this young man's fate is too strange, with such a strong peach blossom luck...... No, his previous destiny was absolutely not like this......" The old man followed Xie XiaoXiao's gaze and saw Wang Yu, who wore an old suit. This outfit made him stand out from the crowd of new suits, yet he still attracted attention in a peculiar way, just like a firefly on a pitch-black night sky, shining brightly wherever he was.

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