Everyone was amazed when Raudau showed off his skills. The pot is quite heavy, making it harder to keep it from falling. But when he flicked the sleeves of his robe, the pots flew up again.

He Tian dodged a blow to the head, stunned. He Zun and Li Yan looked deeply moved. They can clearly see that this is not a magic trick, but a real trick.

"Oh, dear!"

Wang Yao exaggerated the most. He was persuaded by the old way, and he was more and more convinced. He even changed his name: "Old fairy, what did you just do......"

"Qi Kung Fu ......"

Without further ado, Lao Dao walked across the yard to the door, then stopped and said, "You don't need to send it anymore." Please go back. ”

"Well, we'll visit another day. If you have any requests, we will definitely do so. ”

A few more polite words, Fang Zi got in the car, and went straight to Taiqing Palace.

He Zun wiped himself and returned to the house. First he sprayed the babysitter with a rash, then he called He Tian and said, "You can see that people have real abilities. You have to work well with me. Don't be too moody!"

"I see, isn't this looking for someone?"

He Tian leaned back on the couch, his mouth ignoring it, but his heart valued it. "All the people who came that day were suspicious," he said. Just check them one by one. ”

"Fuck you!"

He Zun blurted out, "What do you think of our family? This time it has used a lot of relationships, and if it continues to stir up trouble, some people will not like it... Old Han!"

He called his man to pick up a message, threw it at it and said, "See for yourself!"

He Tian picked it up and looked at it, and there were several pages of the list of guests invited on the day of the Agillawwood exhibition. Nearly half of the people were flagged, meaning they had had contact.

"Lao Wang, Hu Fatzi, Chen... These don't need to be considered, they will definitely come across,"

He first read a few books with good relationships, and then said: "Tang Zheng, Zhang Lei, Tang Hui, Xiaoshan... The men also shook hands. ”

Honestly, most of the people at the Agillowood fair know each other, and if they know each other, they have to greet each other. However, He Tian has become accustomed to arrogance. I don't know why you're angry, so I don't know.

More than a dozen people were recognized and swept down: "Zeng Yuewei ......"

Gee!

He clenched his fists and said that mentioning the woman was complicated. He regretted not going to bed before she passed out, and some were angry because of embarrassment and flustering.

"She spent the longest time with me that day......"

He Tian threw down a sentence, swept the end of the three names, and frowned: "Jiang Xiaozhai, Pan Pan, these two people have no impression... Wen Gu, m!"

As soon as you break the file, he cries, "Last time I counted this kid's life so big, I had to kill him!"

"Spare me, business matters now!"

He Zun didn't like his son's character, but he couldn't help it. He picked up the file and asked, "Did these three people have physical contact?"

"I don't think so. ”

"For example?"

"No, I lazily shook hands with them. “

“......“

He Zun nodded and didn't ask any more. He seemed to be quite clear. He called Lao Han, and as soon as he gave two orders, he suddenly said, "Are you going to stay here or go back today?"

"What's the point of going back?"

He Tian stood up, pulled out the car keys, and shook them. "Okay, I'm leaving," he said.

Saying that, he went out to play, and He Zun habitually hid a trace of emotion, and returned to his old boss.

......

Good evening, Taiqing Palace.

This view is in the bustling city center, part religious, part government, not a place of planting. Just take a look at the modern amenities, as well as the super moat rooms, and you'll know the atmosphere.

In a quiet room, Mo Daoist closed his eyes and pondered. After a day of running, he was still calm and peaceful, without any fatigue. Just a little uncomfortable as this quiet room was so pompous.

Mahogany boxes, fine benzoin, and even the futon under the butt are memory foam. Please. Futon is not a pillow, do you need chrysanthemums?

While the dimensionless view is also commercial, the quiet room is very simple and is really used for spiritual practice.

In fact, he couldn't help it, if he practiced penance in the mountains, then naturally there was no constraint. If you die of natural causes, the government will look at your summit and want to develop it into a tourist area...... Then you have to do it!

First of all, the formalities must be complete. The Religious Affairs Bureau, the Land Bureau, the Taoist Association, etc., are all indispensable. Secondly, we must cooperate fully with each other. If there is a mountain, there must be a temple. If there is a temple, there must be an owner. Only in this way can we attract tourists and increase profits.

Raudau didn't want to deal with common affairs, but he lived in the world. How could he be detached? Therefore, I could only see the smell of copper all over the mountains, and give less than four or six signatures to the local tyrants. At the same time, I insisted on practicing.

Of course, he was reluctant to give up those positions and reputations, but in this year, he had already made up his mind.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

As he pondered, there was a knock on the door. Lao Dao woke up from concentration, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Daoist, please come and talk about some experiences."

"It's too late today. I'm going to sleep. ”

"Alright, well, I'm not going to disturb your rest. ”

The people outside walked down, and Lu Gang sighed, very helpless. He once saw a Taoist seminar in this place. He was filled with practical straw bales. His mind was full of ideas to curry favor with the powerful and grab money.

He was dismissive, but he also knew that it was a common phenomenon today.

The old road was disrupted in the middle, so he lost his mind, got up, and paced to the window. I saw the moon hanging high, the night sky clear, and outside was a small garden, with flowers and plants reflected in the silver white.

It's summer, and it's also the time when mosquitoes are at their highest. There will be a mosquito roaming around the screen window, flying around and buzzing.

“......“

After standing for a long time, Lao Dao didn't know whether to look at the moon or the garden. Suddenly, he fired a shot.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came through the screen window, and the mosquito was sprayed far away, tumbling twice in the air without falling. After a few breaths, Pia the mosquito fell to the ground.

In other words, the power of qi is wonderful to the extreme, and it can be controlled freely, just like the experts in the rivers and lakes described in martial arts.

Of course, this is not an internal force, but a serious Taoist qi-nourishing martial art.

Mo Lao Dao is a disciple of the Quanzhen Southern Sect. The originator of this blood vessel is Bai Yuchan, who is known as Zixu Zhenren. The five southern ancestors had different ideas, but in general they were very unified. They all focus on the cultivation of life and life. They used the false to cultivate the true and eventually achieved great success.