Qu Yun limped, looked down at his right foot in pain, and said casually: "It should be Miss Feng's master or the family before Miss Feng." After a hiss, Qu Yun's tone was slightly envious: "Mi

Sir, I quite envy you."

Old Mi Tou blushed at Qu Yun's words. He stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up and said humbly: "Master Qu Tian is joking, what do I, a bad old man, have to envy? But you, the way you acted just now is really good."

Extraordinary, I should envy Master Qu Tian."

"That's not what I meant."

Qu Yun smiled and shook his head and said something else: "What I envy is that Miss Feng has been saying that she is destined to be with you. Mr. Mi, you may not notice it now, but I tell you as a person who has experienced it, you have found a treasure."

"Found a treasure?"

Lao Mi Tou looked at the car parked not far ahead with a dumbfounded look: "She's not too big or too small. It's good that she didn't torment me to death."

He had only known that girl for less than a day, and she had opened his yin and yang eyes without permission.

He didn't see any ghosts, but he saw a ghost king.

Although I didn't lose my life here, I was almost scared to death.

She kept saying that she was destined to be with him, but he didn't think too much about it. Judging from the girl's enthusiasm today, if they were really together, she might take her old bones to the sky and into the underworld.

When he thought of a row of ghosts collecting debts standing in front of him, he felt terrible!

Qu Yun turned his head and saw Lao Mi Tou's face turning green and white.

He smiled and then lowered his voice: "Although Miss Feng did not take action tonight, it is not difficult to see that she is profound and thoughtful. Mr. Mi, although you claim to be a semi-immortal and a divination master, I, Qu Yun

As a Taoist disciple, I can see that you are a dabbler."

Qu Yun paused as he spoke.

Lao Mi Tou looked distressed.

"me..."

His mouth became awkward.

Qu Yun did not embarrass him or laugh at him, and continued: "You can't accomplish nothing, let alone live in peace. Mr. Mi, although you are a dabbler, you are still a hexagram master after all. A true hexagram master is hard to find!

But in the same way, one of his hexagrams can calculate everything in the world! It can be as trivial as trivial or as large as predicting the fortune of a country! At that time, the hexagram masters were called real semi-immortals. Mr. Mi, it is not too late for you to start now. I believe that as long as there is wind,

Miss is here, maybe one day Mr. Mi, you will become a rare and superior divination master!"

Qu Yun kept thinking about the person his master told him.

Although the master didn't tell him much, he felt that Feng Zhibai must have many similarities with that person.

It's just that that person's era has passed, and now the person standing next to him is Feng Zhibai.

No matter what, he must seize this opportunity to honor his ancestors!

Hold your thighs tight and try to get to the second page of the Taoist Book of Nanshan Taoist Temple as soon as possible!

Maybe it was Qu Yun's words that stimulated Lao Mi Tou, and Lao Mi Tou's hand trembled.

His pupils shrank, and his cloudy eyes became clear at this moment.

As Qu Yun said, he is a half-baked divination master.

In the early years, I had some luck and got to know a fortune teller who set up a stall next to the overpass. It was also a coincidence that I followed him for a period of time.

I thought I would achieve some success by starting this apprenticeship, but things didn't work out as I wished. Not long after, the fortune teller disappeared.

He would go to the overpass every day and wait, but he never saw the gentleman again year after year.

Also starting from the third year, he followed the example of that gentleman and set up a stall under the overpass to tell fortunes.

It's a pity that the urban management was tight in checking, so he moved to Qingcheng Park not long after.

Because I have two brushes, I am always lucky enough to make accurate predictions, so I gradually earned the title of Mi Banxian.

But only he himself knows whether the calculation is actually accurate or not.

When he heard Qu Yun say this, Lao Mi Tou's heart that had been floating in the dust for many years began to slowly stop.

The hexagram master eliminates all difficulties with one hexagram, and when you have lost your way, you will find your way back and overcome everything!

He shouldn't be just a half-baked fortune teller who relies on crooked predictions!

The two of them were almost in front of the car. Qu Yun turned to look at him and saw that Lao Mi Tou's eyes gradually became firmer and he spoke more relaxedly: "I believe Mr. Mi can weigh the pros and cons and understand the seriousness of the matter. If there are some words, I will

No more words, Mr. Mi, just experience it yourself."

Letting go of his hand, Qu Yun walked to the car window and knocked on it.

Lao Mi turned around and looked at the entrance of Qingshantou. As if he had made some important decision, he took a deep breath and said to Qu Yun: "Thank you, Master Qu Tian, ​​for your guidance. You treat the wound first, and I'll wait for the wind at the entrance."

Girl."

After saying that, before Qu Yun could say anything, Lao Mi Tou ran towards the entrance.

He was going to wait for Feng Zhibai to come out.

At this moment, in the Qingshantou construction site.

Feng Zhibai was holding a handkerchief in his hand and was pitifully wiping the tears that he had not shed at all.

The petite shoulders trembled in a particularly pitiful way: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Standing in front of Feng Zhibai was the Ghost King who had crawled out of the pit just now.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Feng Zhibai before looking up at her with his mangled face and saying, "Prophet, why have you called the villain by the wrong name in the past hundred years? The villain's name is He Zhong."

The handkerchief in his hand froze for a moment, and the corners of Feng Zhibai's mouth twitched twice: "So why are you making trouble here, He Chong?"

He Zhong: "..."

Lowering his head, He Zhong's broken skull fell into pieces, and his tone became even more horrifying: "The villain died unjustly, and died wrongly! The villain is unwilling to be reincarnated and reincarnated!"

Feng Zhibai fiddled with his handkerchief, and when he heard what He Zhong said, his face became serious.

"I vaguely remember that a hundred years ago, you had set lofty ambitions in front of me. If you didn't go to Beijing to take the exam, you would never return to your hometown alone if you didn't go to high school. How could you end up like this? Yunyang County, Bazhou is your hometown, but this Qinghai City is

The country of China belongs to China, and they are thousands of miles apart, so why are you here as the ghost king?"

Hearing Feng Zhibai's question, He Zhong's ghostly eyes flashed, and a strong sinister aura suddenly appeared on his body, causing the night sky to begin to billow with clouds.

"Roar--"

The ghostly roar appeared in the air again.

Feng Zhibai raised his head and looked around, feeling He Zhong's anger, and flicked the handkerchief: "He Zhong!"

He Zhong's words made the surroundings instantly quiet.

Feng Zhibai glanced at him.

She remembered that although the He Zhong she met a hundred years ago was a scholar, he was kind-hearted and had a tough personality, and was not a troublemaker.

He Zhong was frightened by Feng Zhibai's roar. He shrunk and immediately crawled in front of Feng Zhibai: "Prophet, I don't know why you are still alive after a hundred years, but I know that you must be a god.

Please let the prophet make the decision for the villain!"

"Get up and talk."

Waving his hands, Feng Zhibai made a sign to get up.

He Zhong put down his hand and gritted his teeth but did not get up.

After almost ten seconds, Feng Zhibai saw He Zhong's ghostly white eyes shed two lines of tears of blood!

When a person dies and becomes a ghost, his tears dry up, his breath is gone, his soul is gone, there are no tears.

Only evil spirits with a certain degree of resentment will shed tears of blood.

This blood and tears represent the evil ghost's injustice and unwillingness.

It seems that the story hidden behind He Zhong's life must be extremely unfair.

So much so that his resentment and evil spirit persisted for hundreds of years.

He kowtowed again and stood up, and spoke sadly to explain his story: "The villain was living on the street when he was saved by the prophet. Later, the prophet gave the villain money and sent him to Beijing to take the exam. The villain was extremely grateful. But.

Unexpectedly, the villain is not knowledgeable enough and is not ranked first among Sun Shan. He feels guilty and knows that he has no words to meet the prophet, so he has to live in the capital by selling calligraphy and paintings. God appreciates it, and the villain has made a little money with his skills, and

I am so lucky to have met the love of my life."


Chapter completed!