Through Time Chapter 129

Zhao Lang was slightly stunned when he heard this, what do you mean it shouldn’t be him?

Could it be that this old Taoist was waiting for someone?

“Old Dao, who are you waiting for?”

When the old Taoist heard the words, his body shook violently, and his complex expression said that

“Of course the old Tao is waiting for someone when he tells fortunes, he has always been waiting for the destined person.”

Zhao Lang naturally knew that this old Daoist was not telling the truth, but he could not force others to do so, and said with a smile.

“Since I am waiting for a destined person, now that I have met you, I am naturally destined to be with you.”

When the old Dao heard this, he immediately frowned and looked around a bit, as if he was looking for someone.

But nothing was found, and finally, gritting his teeth, he looked at Zhao Lang and said

“What the Duke said is true, to see is fate.”

“But the old Taoist wants a lot of money this time.”

Zhao Lang laughed and

“As usual, as long as Lao Dao’s calculations are correct, you can pay whatever you want.”

The old Taoist looked around again and still found nothing.

Looking at Zhao Lang’s face, he had already started to start the trigram in his hand and resigned himself to his fate, saying

“What is the gongzi asking this time?”

Zhao Lang, however, stopped the other party and said that

“I don’t read palms today, I want to measure words.”

The old Taoist said indifferently.

“Please write, my lord.”

Zhao Lang looked at the old Taoist and, with a slight movement in his heart, took a step back and used his foot to draw the word “one” on the ground.

Then he said to the old Taoist.

“Just measure this character and ask for a future.”

When the old Taoist saw a word on the ground, his brow furrowed slightly and he began to start his trigram.

But only when he picked up the tortoise nail, it cracked open violently!

Seeing this, a trace of horror flashed across the old Tao’s eyes and he took two violent steps backwards.

“How could this happen!?”

Zhao Lang looked at the other party’s performance and didn’t say anything, the last incident had made him feel that this old Dao was somewhat evil.

The old Daoist picked up his tortoise nail with some heartache, and after half a day of putting it together, he couldn’t put it back together.

Finally, helplessly, he said to Zhao Lang that

“My lord, the old dao’s meal is gone, so I can’t count today.”

Zhao Lang said coldly, and

“Old Dao, we agreed before, if you get it right, you can pay whatever you want for the trigram.”

“But now that you don’t count, what then?”

The old Taoist sighed and said that

“What the Duke says is true, and today it is my fault, old Tao.”

“But I have nothing with me, only the three copies of the silk book I have with me, so take one of them, my lord.”

After saying this, he took out three copies of cloth and silk with words written all over them from his bosom and placed them in front of Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes slightly and did not immediately go to take them, not knowing what he was thinking.

The old Taoist said at once that

“If the Duke doesn’t want it, I can put it away.”

“Wait a minute.”

Zhao Lang spoke up at this time, and

“I naturally want it, I was just wondering which share to take.”

The old Taoist had the breath to say that

“And has the Duke thought about it now?”

Zhao Lang nodded his head and reached out and took the middle portion of the

“I’ll take this one.”

The old Taoist closed his eyes in pain and said that

“Please, my lord, since you have already taken something.”

Zhao Lang put the silk book away and smiled, saying

“Then, Old Dao, let’s meet again sometime.”

After saying that, he walked towards the side of going to death.

The old Daoist looked at Zhao Lang’s back as he left and laughed bitterly, saying

“It’s better not to see.”

Only when Zhao Lang disappeared from his sight did Lao Dao turn his head to look at the ground, where Zhao Lang had written a word.

Lamenting, he said.

“Why did you write this word.”

When he finished, with a movement of his foot, a cloth shoe flew out and erased the word.

Then he himself sat down helplessly on the ground.

The people around him, seeing this old Taoist who was missing his shoe all the way and sitting paralyzed on the ground, all shied away.

“Old man, is this the shoe you dropped?”

After an unknown amount of time, a pleasant voice rang out in the old Taoist’s ears.

When the old Taoist opened his eyes, he saw an extremely beautiful-looking woman, who was holding his shoe and bringing it to him.

Behind her was also a young man.

Seeing this young man, the old Taoist let out a low, lamenting sigh of

“What took you so long to get here.”

Then he handed the woman another shoe and threw it out, landing just in front of the young man.

Seeing this, the young man picked up the shoe and frowned, saying

“You old Taoist! The white girl was kind enough to pick up the shoe for you, and you threw it away?”

“Ah Liang, it doesn’t matter,”

The woman stopped the young man’s words, then smiled and said to the old Taoist that

“Old man, have you gotten separated from your family?”

Aryoung said, without good humour.

“Miss White, I have seen many of these deceitful old ways, don’t be fooled.”

He wanted to accentuate himself a little more in front of the other side now.

He should have come this way just now, and he had only delayed for a moment when he offered to accompany the other party to stroll around the marketplace.

His old servant was right, the other party was now the Saintess of the Farming Family, if he could take the other party.

In the future, with the power of the Nong family, his own anti-Qin plan would have more chances of winning.

Hearing this, the old dao’s lips trembled, put on his shoes and stood up.

He took out the remaining two portions of the silk book, gave one to the woman, and threw one to Ah Liang.

“Thank you both for the kindness of picking up your shoes, the old Tao only has two portions of the silk book in return.”

“The old Taoist has some important business, so this is goodbye.”

With that said, he shook his head and turned extremely dryly to leave.

Ah Liang only felt that this old Taoist was inexplicable.

“This old Taoist, seeing that we are not good at cheating money, is actually so rude.”

Saying that he was about to throw away the silk book in his hand, or the woman said to

“How can you just throw it away when it is given by the elder? It is better to keep it.”

Only then did Aryan put the object away, intending to return and throw it away again.

The woman took a brief glance at the silk book in her hand and found nothing special about it, except that it ended with two small, strong, pale words: yellow stone.

The woman put the silk book away and said.

“Ah Liang, let’s look around and find out what’s going on.”

At this moment, Zhao Lang was waiting to die in the place where the slaves were traded.

By the way, he took out the silk book he had just obtained to read.

There were not many words on the silk book, and Zhao Lang quickly finished reading it.

It was just that he took the middle copy, which had no beginning and no end, so he was a bit confused to read it.

“Well, what does this say about being a man?”

“And some stratagems, the art of war?”

“It’s a bit of a mixed bag. ”

The stuff in here was good, but compared to those memories he had in his head, it was a bit inadequate.

“It’s just as well, an old path.”

Zhao Lang shook his head and put it to the back of his mind.

By this time, Go to Death had also completed the deal and excitedly walked towards Zhao Lang, handing him a piece of paperwork that

“House Master, the slave has been bought.”

Zhao Lang took the paperwork and gave it a cursory look.

Sure enough, they were all young ones, and nodding his head, he said that

“Go, take the men back to the salt farm.”

The group set off at once.

At this point Go to Hell spoke to the

“House Master, this is the third day, and I’m afraid that slave has long since run away.”