Li Huaifeng has heard of it, but he has never calculated it, because he doesn't believe in fate.

Thaksin, man will conquer heaven.

Just like his current situation, if he wants to live the life he is pursuing, he can only create it with his hands.

This also verifies a sentence he often hangs on his lips: If people don't work hard, what is the difference between them and salted fish?

"Everyone, write a sentence that you think is impressive, or can express the situation at this time, attach the date of birth, please take a look at it!"

Jiang Xun was studying the ink well, looking very much forward to it, and the master of the non-ring on the side had been sitting in the center, closing his eyes, not pretending to be profound, but having such a personality, idle and silent.

"I'll come first!"

The third Jiang Yinan took the lead, took the pen from the Buddha's hand, and wrote on the paper: The king of heaven covers the tiger, and the river demon of the pagoda town.

He was born in mud legs, can be regarded as a righteous son by the Buddha, and becomes the third fierce man in the Eight King Kong constellations, with loyalty and courage, his personality has always been stormy, and his weakness is easy to be impulsive.

Master Bujie opened his eyes slightly, looked at the words he wrote, and then glanced at Jiang Yinan's face casually, and muttered: "You can take the fifth word!" ”

"The fifth word is a tiger, and the master said that I am a tiger?" Jiang Yinan asked, a little excited.

"Tiger, also divided into tiger roaring mountains and forests, tiger falling Pingyang, since your life corresponds to this word, you have to think about which one of them!"

Jiang Xunzheng smiled slightly, he has a lot of research in this area, and he has the ability to explain on behalf of the master of non-discipline.

Jiang Yinan retreated thoughtfully, and recognized this fate in his heart, since he followed the Buddha, he was a tiger who commanded the beasts, conquered the Quartet, and enjoyed it, but he would have a time when the tiger fell in Pingyang?

"I'll write a sentence too!" The fourth Jiang Xiuyan rolled up his sleeves, calmly took the pen, thought about it, and wrote: Dapeng rode the wind one day and soared to 90,000 miles.

After seeing it, the master frowned slightly, pointed his finger on the second Peng character, and didn't say a word.

The Buddha immediately understood the intention of the master of the non-precepts, and explained: "The fourth old man has the highest spirit, and there is a day when the eagle becomes a great peng, and the future is immeasurable!" ”

"The old four are smart, it seems that your future attainments are above our brothers!"

Jiang Yinan patted the fourth brother's shoulder, happy for him.

The Eight King Kongs all know that the Buddha will have a golden basin to wash his hands sooner or later, and at that time, Jiang's family business needs someone to inherit it.

However, the Buddha has no children under his knees, and only has a granddaughter Jiang Manxin, although she is talented and has an extraordinary mind, but, after all, she is a woman, how can she bear the bloody storm on the road.

Everyone understands that the person who inherits Jiang Xunzheng's position will definitely be born in the Eight King Kongs, and only four of the Eight King Kongs are given the surname Jiang, and one of them is the next dragon head.

Although Jiang Yinan is a tiger, he is not the king of the forest, so he can charge into battle, and he thinks he doesn't have that ability.

Although the second Jiang Zhongguo has a deep city government and is steady, he lacks the spirit of adventure, and he is not a prince who can expand his territory, and he is also old and unqualified.

In addition to the boss who sees the head and the tail of the dragon, only the fourth Jiang Xiuyan is the most capable of taking on this important task.

This was a happy event worth celebrating, but no one noticed that a layer of cold sweat had broken out on Jiang Xiuyan's forehead, and he nodded his head calmly in thanks.

Only smart people in the field can read the deep meaning of the Buddha's criticism, Dapeng's heart is too high, even if the Jiang's door beam is not low, how can he fit this bird of prey that is about to fly?

The words of the Buddha allude to Jiang Xiuyan's desire to rebel and be eager to replace him.

Jiang Xiuyan didn't dare to say more, and quietly retreated to the back, knowing that he was too excited just now, revealing the thoughts that had been hidden in his heart for many years, and at the same time, he didn't expect that the master of Bujie's physiognomy was so profound, and he could see through people's hearts in one word, and he was really a master.

"Manxin, you can write a sentence too!" Jiang Xiuyan handed the pen to Jiang Manxin to divert everyone's attention.

Jiang Manxin smiled charmingly, she was not used to using a brush, so she could only write quickly on the rice paper according to the writing method of the pen: Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world.

Her sentence has a bit of a child's affection, which is diametrically opposed to Jiang Yinan and Jiang Xiuyan's atmosphere, heroism, and ambition.

"Miss Jiang, her fate is peculiar, and she can't be broken word for word."

When the master of the precepts saw this line of words, it was rare to open the golden mouth, and his fingers were dipped in the tip of his tongue, and he drew two circles on the blue characters and the single characters.

"You have two grids in your life, peach blossom grid, Tiansha grid, if you want to choose peach blossoms, you will be ashamed of white hair in brocade clothes for a lifetime, if you want to go to Tiansha, you can compare to Wu Zhaoyi, but you will have a thin life in your life!" Master Bujie said in a serious tone.

"Giggles, isn't Wu Zhaoyi the only empress in China, Wu Zetian? I'm just a weak woman, how can I have that kind of life! Jiang Manxin covered his mouth and smiled.

Jiang Xunzheng frowned, he had a deeper understanding of the two sentences of the master of the non-ring, although his granddaughter was not as good as Wu Zetian, but she also had the life of the empress, she could inherit the mantle of the Jiang family, and she was qualified to become a sister on the road.

However, the last sentence is so thin, indicating that once she chooses this path, her future fate is destined to be involuntarily and is likely to be very miserable.

"I sent Miss a word, and everyone looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the lamplight!"

The master of the precept recited aloud, and his gaze did not shift, so that people could not hear who he was referring to in the poem, or whether he was not present at all.

Jiang Manxin nodded, thoughtful.

Subsequently, several other people also wrote a sentence on the paper in turn, and the master of the non-ring did not comment lightly, and occasionally met someone with a strange life, so he would say a few more words.

After a while, only Li Huaifeng was left in the field, and he didn't start writing for a long time.

"Little Lizi, it's your turn!"

Jiang Xun is personally handing over the pen in the past, and now, it is the highlight of his design of hyphenation and criticism.

"I don't need it, I'm uneducated, it's okay to pick up girls and fart, let me write poems, how can I?"

Li Huai's limelight shook like a rattle, and he didn't mean to write at all, not because he didn't want to write, but because he didn't believe in fate.

"If you don't write down, no one is interested in your eight characters anyway!"

Jiang Yinan snorted coldly and was about to roll up the rice paper.

At this time, Jiang Manxin suddenly stopped the other party, cocked his buttocks against Li Huaifeng, and said with a smile: "Hyphenation can not only approve lives, but also measure marriage, you don't care about anything else, you don't care when you get married and marry a wife, right?" ”

This sentence can be regarded as talking about Brother Feng's heart.

He didn't believe it, but he believed in marriage.

There are several marriages around me, Yinyin, Xuanxuan, Yanyan and the like, which one is suitable for Ah Feng and me?

Thinking of this, Li Huaifeng couldn't wait to know where his wife was.

He took the pen, thought about it, and wrote: The fish and salt are full of the market, and the cloth is like a cloud of smoke.

Splashing ink, lifting the pen into the words, but only in ten seconds.

Laymen felt that his words were crooked and extremely difficult to recognize, but Jiang Xunzheng's eyes lit up and sighed secretly: Good words, good grass.

Jiang Xunzheng was thinking in his heart, everyone didn't know, and even, they didn't understand that the Buddha made such a batch of orders, and he must let Li Huaifeng write it, what is the deep meaning?

When they saw this line of words written by Li Huaifeng, the words were full of vulgarity in the market, the smell of wealth and salt, and they couldn't see a little bit of the atmosphere and strength that a man should have, and even the meaning expressed was even more depressed and depressed than ordinary people, which was simply unappetizing.

"Li Huaifeng, I can't see that you have a soft spot for buying vegetables and cooking, so just go back to the countryside to farm, which is in line with your character!"

Jiang Yinan didn't smile and mocked.

Hearing this, Li Huaifeng not only didn't get angry, but his eyes lit up, gave a thumbs up, and said: "Jiang Laosan, I thought you were a pig brain, but I didn't expect that you also have an IQ, and I actually knew that my ideal was to farm and raise pigs!" Do you want to join in and support me in developing ecological agriculture? ”

Jiang Yinan leaned back, he didn't expect Li Huaifeng to be as thick as a city wall, couldn't he hear that I was laughing at him?

"Enter your uncle, go while cooling!"

Jiang Yinan scolded angrily, feeling that Li Huaifeng was nothing more than killing the 13th Taibao of Qingpu a few years ago, which was short-lived, and now he has a false name, and he is just a strong outsider.

Jiang Manxin clasped his hands around his chest, and read between the lines the taste of idle clouds and wild cranes, looking forward to a leisurely life, which was very consistent with the laissez-faire that Li Huaifeng had always shown, and he felt disappointed in his heart.

The other party has no intention of doing things, and it seems that he is going to give up his plan to take it for his own use.