In the eyes of passers-by, those groups of people are ordinary.

But in Fang Chang's eyes, it was completely different. In his opinion, the two of them seemed to gather in their heads, with momentum gathering in all directions.

Fang Chang: "..."

Not simple, but this is a bit bad.

In connection with the celestial phenomena that have been changing in the night sky in recent months, he has an 80% chance of confirming that the two people in front of him are the protagonists of this great disaster.

Fang Chang didn't want to have contact with them.

Calamity is not a good thing. If you come into contact with it, you will be deceased... Even if you are a practitioner and there is no list of gods in this era, you will not be considered as having a lot of feet. If you don't do it well, you will die.

He instantly accelerated his pace.

Use a way beyond this group of people to avoid contact with them.

Fang Chang laughed secretly and said that his way of pulling out was good.

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...

The raindrops fluttered and drifted between the heaven and earth.

Although the dark clouds in the sky are thick, they are not as violent as summer. The rain in autumn is soft and does not even bring much thunder.

But this is like a blow to the people who are looking forward to a bumper harvest.

Everyone speeded up and tried to cut the last bit of unharvested corn in the field back home before the raindrops landed. The farmers called it "scrambled time with God."

But there are still some families who have wet their ears of millet by the rain, and they are frowning, which has caused countless joys and sorrows on the earth.

Fang Chang walked forward wearing a straw hat, and the bamboo hat he woven himself had a good effect in blocking rain.

Not far ahead, there is a small tea stall.

The stall owner next to the official road, set up a shed on a flat stone, and placed four or five tables in it to make a living by selling tea. Since it is far away from the villages and towns, it looks like a good place to rest, and the business will definitely not be bad.

As it was drizzling today, Fang Chang was about to go in and ask for a bowl of tea and rest for a while.

"Customer, please come in, and have a bowl of tea? One copper coin is a bowl, and two copper coin coin are added at will."

Seeing Fang Chang approaching, the tea stall owner came up and asked.

There were already some people in the tea shed, half of the tables were seated, some vehicles were covered with outside the shed, and mules and horses were tied under trees, and they all seemed to be pedestrians coming here to shelter from the rain.

Fang Chang walked into the shed, took off his hat on his head, shook the water, and smiled at the stall owner:

"Please have a bowl of tea."

"Okay, please sit down. There are cold pancakes and pickled vegetables in this place. The prices are affordable. Do you want to put some cushion on your stomach?"

"No need, just tea."

Fang Chang looked around and saw that there were half of the people sitting here, and there were quite a few people holding sesame cakes, chewing hot tea and pickled vegetables.

I think after walking in the rain for a long time, I would drink a bowl of hot tea in this place where I shelter from the wind and rain, and then use sesame cakes and pickles to cushion your stomach. It will be warm and taste oily and salty, and it will definitely be comfortable.

He found an empty table and sat there. When the tea stall owner brought up a thick porcelain bowl, handed over a copper coin, and then took the tea bowl.

The tea in the coarse porcelain bowl is clear and slightly green, exuding the fragrance of jasmine flowers, and there are some jasmine petals floating on it. If you taste it, it tastes good, at least it is large enough to quench your thirst and can warm the pedestrians' bodies.

I brought the bowl to drink the tea. The square-length did not move the place, but took off the bamboo tube around my waist, took a sip of the sorghum wine, and covered it and hung it.

He also took out some nuts from his back and peeled them to eat them. While listening to the whispering conversations around him, he admired the autumn rain outside.

The official road outside the shed started to be a little muddy in the rain. The breeze blew, and the raindrops swayed, but they fell firmly on the ground, splashing fine fragments and crystal clear.

From here, towards the official roads on both sides, there were stones everywhere, no farmland, and there were complicated plants and trees. You could feel it. Someone ran over from a distance quickly, but there were clusters of trees blocking them and it was impossible to see clearly.

Oh? No.

He looked at the sky in the distance and suddenly realized which wave of man it was.

They caught up with them without sheltering from the rain. Maybe it was because this tea shed was the closest shelter in front of them.

It seems that you can't hide, so don't hide.

The sound of messy footsteps approached, and then several groups of people were obviously divided into groups, wearing water droplets, panting, taking off their straw raincoats and holding the tea to the stall, and then gathering the table in the crowd, including the one in front of Fang Chang.

The tea stall owner was very happy and was very excited to scoop tea for these people and pickle cakes and pickles.

Fang Chang didn't escape or hide, didn't dodge or avoid, just leaned against the corner to drink.

Perhaps it was destined that the two of them had different atmospheres and looked like the protagonists of this great disaster, and they sat opposite Fang Chang, even if they were not in the same group.

Several people began to get to know each other and chat.

Only then did Fang Chang have the chance to take a closer look at who these two protagonists of the great disaster were.

But one of them was a scholar who looked gentle and kind, but the running just now made his hair a little messy and there were a lot of mud on his clothes.

The other one is a trainee, and a young girl, wearing a red dress and her eyebrows are quite heroic.

Seven people were squeezed on the table, only Fang Chang sat alone. One of the people from the martial arts world who looked like a family took a few sips of tea to warm up his body, and then bowed to the people on the table and said, "Several people, meeting is fate, and they are in Duan Jin, Xiayangzhou."

"Liu Yuande." This is the protagonist of the scholar's appearance.

"Yu Qingling." This is the woman in the martial arts world and the protagonist of this disaster.

“…”

"Fang Chang."

When the few people communicated with each other's names, Fang Chang also said lightly:

"Even if everyone knows each other, the same thing is true. Meeting is fate." That passage of Jin looked quite generous and took the lead in starting a conversation.

From their conversation, Fang Chang learned that they actually came from three groups of people.

Several scholars from Xingqing Prefecture went to Yangzhou to study together. In addition, there were a group of people from the martial arts world walking on the martial arts world. There was also a group of shopkeepers and friends who were transferred to another place according to the orders of the boss.

Fang Chang also carefully observed the two protagonists, especially the weather on their heads.

According to the gathering of wind and clouds, perhaps it will not take long before they will appear on the stage of the world.

But the two of them could not notice this. After all, they were not famous at this time, and the identity of the protagonist of the Great Tribulation sounded good, but they were actually quite a scam. They were just pushed away by the general trend of the world.

Of course, their choices will also affect the direction of the general trend to a certain extent, but are extremely slight. After all, their "choice" is not their own choice, but the driving force of history and the general trend itself.

The reason why the protagonists of an era become the protagonist is simply because they are suitable for being in that position. After all, those who create history have never been heroes.

At this time, Fang Chang still did not participate in their chat, but just listened carefully from the side.

After all, even if you come to find me for disaster, you shouldn't take the initiative to get in, right?

Duan Jin, the man from the martial arts world, was very good at chatting. With him, the atmosphere of this table and even the two tables beside him was stirred up. Everyone laughed and completely forgot about the coolness of the autumn rain and the wind outside.
Chapter completed!