All those years I was a warlock. Five fingers to calculate the world.

Ｉwas born in a mountain village in the west of Sichuan, the baby name in the mountains is simple and straightforward, two dogs, silly, handsome girls and so on, but I have a name and they do not fit, I call Qin Yanhui. Until a long time later, I did not know my name from Li Qingzhao's "plum blossom" in a word. Wild goose word back, the moon full west tower. Give me the name of the person called Qin hand, he really only one hand, the other hand is said to be in the removal of feudal superstition when the remnant was interrupted, slowly we are used to call him Qin hand, as for his true name what, no one in the mountains know. Mountain soil fertilizer, spring seeds down, next year as long as the weather will have a good harvest, mountain people said that this is called natural day raise, perhaps because of this, the great famine when the village did not starve to death a person. In the field that is physical work, Qin hand is disabled to eat this bowl of rice, but in this advocating labor in the village, Qin Yi hand's status is higher than anyone. wap.zwwx.com Because he's a photo artist! Mountain people more simple and honest, in almost isolated mountains, faith has become indispensable spiritual pillar of mountain people, big to marriage, small to the next kind of market, a lot of mountain people not far more than ten miles of mountain road to come over specifically is to ask from Qin Yi hand. Since I can remember the yard is always full of people in the home, it seems every a person walked into the room is worried, and from the inside out when they become high-spirited, will leave with all sorts of things, eggs, rice, rice liquor and even sometimes have meat, mountain people have no concept of money, these things than Qian Jingui in their eyes, As a reward to Qin, and I was raised on what I had left behind. Qin is my father, but I never saw him smile at me, as for my mother, this question when I was very young asked him, in exchange for a slap, I still remember, the tooth is that time he knocked out, so from then on I never asked about my mother. Sometimes I even doubt that Qin is not my father, even his identity I am not quite sure, a snot on the cuff, never wash a face and gargle, all day long wine from the mouth, almost never saw him sober, it is difficult to imagine is such a person but gave me a name so have artistic conception. Qin hand to see phase fortune-telling is almost on demand, as long as you carry something in your hand, he will be sure to know everything, but he never gave me a look, remember once I pestered him to me, in exchange for is still heavy a slap. Until one day evening Qin one hand drinks of the big name big drunk, pointing to catch grasshopper in the courtyard of I dazed say. "Give you visit fortune-teller, Lao tze not to live, your boy fragments, the dragon and tiger bone is rare, you about heaven, next to his brow upper refers to, to the best of the hairline will artery, apparently as two jade chopstick, also for the sun Angle of bone, the bone to grow up, for the king of start-ups, your life is in heaven, you are a generation of king in ancient times." Qin said my face is imperial, with the emperor's life, of course, I never believed what he said. If I was really the emperor's order, I believe that no one dared to hurt me or I would be punished by heaven. However, Qin cut off half of my finger with one hand. Then I thought, if that had not happened, maybe my life would be the same as Qin's hand, sunrise and sunset in this mountain, get married and give birth to the ground to eat, and finally die in the mountain, this is the fate of the village people said, I was no exception. The cause of the matter starts from a matter when I was a child, Qin Yi is an extremely aloof person, few words of the poor, since I can remember, and he said, can count out, so I almost spend all my time in Qin Yi unknown library. That qin single-handedly built rooms in the home, inside there is a wide variety of books, many on to astronomy, down to geography, everything all have, I have been very strange, like the qin in such a bad old man, why will have a house full of books, and as long as into the chamber of secrets, qin skill like changed a person, gentle and profound. Isolated in the deep mountains, I rely on these pushed mountains of ancient books slowly grow up, life is barren and full, Qin hand does not mind me to read his books, but the premise is to wash hands, until I accidentally found another secret of his, in the back of the room is hidden a small library. The books inside are I had no contact before, almost includes the essence of the five Taoist arts, strange is, these words rare and exquisite books, I like where I have seen, almost can not forget a picture. I seem to have some superhuman genius for humanitarian law, qin skill of these seems to be deliberately hide up books, unconsciously I will read and digest, in the later most of the time, the qin dynasty to the one you visit fortune-teller fortune-telling, I sit on the threshold of the side, I can start and qin skill is the same, but with the passage of time, I found that my results were far more accurate and more accurate than Qin's. But all this Qin Yi did not know, I thought that my efforts and talent will be praised by Qin Yi, even if it is a smile to me, but one day Qin Yi suddenly went home, in the library found that I read these books after temperament change. "Have you read these books?" "Qin asked angrily, holding my collar in one hand. I nodded blankly, not knowing why he was so angry. Qin's eyes, which I still remember, were full of panic and panic. He dragged me out of the house, and on the ground of the wheat grinding stone, picked up his sickle and cut it without thinking. The excruciating pain made me roll all over the ground, and all the cold sweat coming out of my head was big bean. When I looked up, I saw that half of my ring finger had stayed on the stone grind, and the blood gush from the severed finger had soaked half of my clothes red. Qin didn't even look at me. He took out a crumpled five-yuan paper money from his trouser pocket and threw it in front of me, saying only one word. "Go!" I don't remember how I left the house or how I got out of the mountain. I only remember that I didn't look back, I didn't even cry, I didn't even ask for the five dollars on the ground, and I walked out of the mountain clutching my broken finger with a kind of resentment that was almost stubborn. I firmly believe that Qin cut off not only my finger, but also the father-son love between me and him. But I seem to believe in Qin's words, maybe I really was the emperor's order, blood flow of the severed finger was not infected, I actually survived. That year, I was 21 years old!