Blue Hill Fox Immortal — The Bride of the 54th Cycle 4: Three riddles in the divination poem
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The next day, Zhao Shaohua made an appointment with Xiao Moze to visit the widely renowned garden in Cloud City. 0
 
In the garden of Cloud City, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. 0
 
 
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze walked on the garden path, her brows slightly furrowed as if still pondering their earlier conversation. 0
 
" Xiao Meize, do you really not remember when we met as children?" Zhao Shaohua asked cautiously, then took out an old bracelet from her sleeve. 0
 
 
Xiao Moze turned to look at her, then at the old bracelet on her hand, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Miss Zhao, to be honest, my memories of childhood are indeed fuzzy." 0
 
A helpless smile appeared on Zhao Shaohua's face. "Perhaps I mistook you for someone else, but I still hope to find a solution to end the enmity between our two countries." 0
 
 
Xiao Moze stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the distance. "Miss Zhao is absolutely right. The people in this land are suffering from the ravages of war, barely able to make a living. I also want to find a way to put an end to this hatred." 0
 
As their eyes met amidst the scenery of the garden, each harbored different thoughts. Just then, a shadow suddenly loomed over them, and a mysterious figure appeared not far away. 0
 
 
"Two guests, it seems like you are troubled in your hearts?" A mysterious man walked up to them, his eyes deep and seemingly all-knowing. 0
 
Zhao Shaohua hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke: "Indeed, we are feeling a bit lost. Sir, judging by your appearance, do you happen to know the art of divination?" 0
 
 
The fortune teller smiled faintly, "If you are willing, I can cast a divination for you. Perhaps it can guide you in the right direction." 0
 
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze exchanged a glance, then nodded in agreement together. 0
 
 
The fortune teller sat down and spread out an ancient divination cloth. His fingers lightly traced over the cloth as if having a conversation with time and space. 0
 
"Please each draw a divination stick," the fortune teller's deep voice carried a mysterious atmosphere. 0
 
 
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze each drew a divination stick as instructed. The fortune teller carefully examined the two sticks, then closed their eyes, seemingly lost in thought. 0
 
After a while, the fortune teller opened their eyes, and their profound gaze first fell on Zhao Shaohua's face, then turned to Xiao Moze. "Your destinies seem to be closely intertwined. Your past, present, and future are all entwined with an indescribable fate." 0
 
 
Zhao Shaohua showed a hint of shock in his eyes, while Xiao Moze remained deep in thought and silent. 0
 
"But be careful," the fortune teller's tone became serious, "your journey ahead is not smooth, there will be many tests and difficulties waiting for you. Your decisions will not only affect each other, but also the people around you, and even the fate of two countries." 0
 
 
"Fortune teller, what should we do next?" Zhao Shaohua's heart raced as she stared intently at the fortune teller. 0
 
The fortune teller smiled mysteriously and said, "To break this calamity, you need to find three key clues: 'lost memories,' 'forgotten name,' and 'dormant power.' Find these three clues, and you will be able to unlock all the hardships." 0
 
 
Xiao Moze's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he asked, "Fortuneteller, can you tell us more about the clues regarding these three?" 0
 
The fortuneteller shook his head, a hint of mystery flashing in his eyes. "The heavenly secrets are obscure and cannot be revealed further. This is the result of the divination. You must seek out these three clues on your own." 0
 
 
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze looked at each other, the words of the fortune teller were full of mystery. 0
 
"We will search for these three clues, thanks for the guidance of the fortune teller," Zhao Shaohua said firmly. 0
 
 
Xiao Moze nodded and said, "Fortuneteller, we will remember your words." With that, he handed over a bag of silver as a token of gratitude, then quickly led Zhao Shaohua out of the garden, clearly not believing the fortuneteller's words. 0
 
As the fortuneteller's figure gradually disappeared into the mist, his voice echoed low and mysteriously, "May you break free from the shackles of fate and lift this curse..." 0
 
 
"Zhao Shaohua's voice was gentle yet firm: 'Xiao Moze, please let go of me. I can walk by myself." 0
 
 
Xiao Moze replied, "Miss Zhao Shaohua, if I hadn't pulled you away, you might still be immersed in the nonsense of that martial artist." 0
 
Zhao Shaohua gently freed herself from Xiao Moze's hand, saying, " Xiao Meize, even though his words are exaggerated in many ways, there may still be something we can learn from them." 0
 
 
Xiao Moze was slightly stunned, his gaze lingered on Zhao Shaohua's serious eyes for a moment, then nodded gently: "Then it's up to you." 0
 
Zhao Shaohua continued, "It's better to believe there is something than to believe there is nothing. Even if not all of the fortune teller's words are true. But what if they are? Wouldn't we miss a crucial clue?" 0
 
 
Xiao Moze chose to remain silent at this moment. 0
 
The two continued to stroll in the garden, surrounded by beautiful flowers and the fragrance of birds, but their thoughts had already drifted to a distant place. 0
 
 
"What do you think these three mysterious clues mean?" Xiao Moze asked, breaking the moment of silence. 0
 
"I'm not sure," Zhao Shaohua frowned in thought, "but 'lost memories' may refer to your lost past, 'forgotten name' may be related to someone or something, as for 'dormant power'... it could be referring to a potential force that can change the current situation." 0
 
 
Xiao Moze nodded, "These all sound very mysterious, but I still have doubts about the fortune teller's words." 0
 
During the conversation, the two of them unknowingly arrived at a place they had never been before. Not far ahead, there was an ancient cave. 0
 
 
In an ancient cave, Zhao Shaohua discovered an ancient mural depicting a beautiful girl and a young boy. Next to the mural were a few lines of inscription: "The past life bears fruit in this life, destined to be intertwined in the cycle of reincarnation." 0
 
She turned to Xiao Moze, her eyes filled with astonishment. "This mural, is it talking about us?" 0
 
 
Xiao Moze gazed at the mural and said, "Not necessarily, perhaps it's just a coincidence." 0
 
As they delved deeper into exploration, the words of the fortune teller echoed in the hearts of both, as if constantly drawing Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze forward. 0
 
 
Two people arrived at a mysterious lake, where the water was clear and transparent. 0
 
"I've always felt like there's a force guiding us," Zhao Shaohua turned and asked. "Do you have that feeling too?" 0
 
 
Xiao Moze lightly said, "Maybe." His gaze swept around, as if searching for some clue. 0
 
The two of them walked aimlessly along the lakeside until they came upon an ancient Shrine. The wooden doors of the Shrine were tightly closed, and moss grew on the stone steps in front, showing the marks of ancient years. 0
 
 
Zhao Shaohua Gently pushing open the wooden door, a musty smell hit her face. She couldn't help but shiver and whispered, "This ancient shrine seems to have been here for a long time..." 0
 
Xiao Moze followed behind her, looking around cautiously. The shrine was dim and damp, with only the central scroll shimmering mysteriously in the dim light. 0
 
 
Not long after, they entered the Shrine and saw an ancient scroll placed in the center, recording a distant story. The Shrine was dimly lit, and the air was filled with an ancient aura, making people feel the passage of time and space. 0
 
When Zhao Shaohua opened the ancient scroll, their figures suddenly began to blur, as if being swallowed and pulled into an unknown space uncontrollably. 0
 
 
Zhao Shaohua grabbed Xiao Moze's hand in fear and asked, " Xiao Meize, what is this?" 0
 
Xiao Moze held her hand tightly and said firmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." But there was a hint of unease in his eyes. 0
 
 
Just as their figures completely disappeared, the scroll inside the Shrine also closed, and everything returned to its original state. 0
 
All that was left was the tranquility by the lake and the desolate Shrine, as if nothing had ever happened. The girl and the boy in the mural seemed to be telling their own story. 0
 
 
 
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