Twelve hours ago.

"Even if Muni and Sekong act separately, Mr. Zhao, you just said that you want bait, but who is the hook? You and Sekong are circling, who can shake the giant shark of Muni? ”

Concubine Yu asked.

"I've brought a lot of friends with me this time, and they can help. As for the hook ......"

Zhao Jianzhong looked at Zhao Xin.

"Me?"

Zhaoxin pointed at himself.

"And the nobles of Tianyi."

After a pause, Zhao Jianzhong added: "You can't be his opponent in the Yang World, but in the Feng Shui World, it's a different matter. As long as you drag Muni into the Feng Shui realm, there is a possibility of killing him. ”

Concubine Yu raised her eyebrows, she really hadn't imagined this.

"It's simple, isn't it just a Sumeru illusion?"

Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: "The so-called Sumeru Illusion was originally created by a fearless Sanzang, providing a place for the agents to settle disputes in this world without affecting too widely, and later combined with Yan Fu, many novelties emerged. But at the end of the day, that's the case. It's just that it just happens to be able to communicate with the yang world and the feng shui world of this fruit. This kind of Yanfu supernatural power inherited from Buddhism has no effect on Muni. Tianyi nobles are different, Ye Shiru is loved by fruits, and she is born to communicate with the yang world and the feng shui world. Just like he could bring a feng shui vision to the present world, I consulted some friends who were quite accomplished in feng shui, and finally finalized this plan. ”

Concubine Yu narrowed her eyes: "I will find a way to make her obedient." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao Jianzhong asked.

Concubine Yu was stunned for a moment, and then replied after considering the words: "Jiang Sihai tried to kill her before she died, although she was in a coma, but with Tianyi's ingenuity, she could guess seventy-seven eighty-eight." Yip Sze Ru was born in Tai O Village. When she was four years old, Jiang Sihai killed Ye Shiru's mother in order to adopt her, his father was an addict, and there was no bottom line in life, Ye Shiru suffered a lot with his father, and after that, Jiang Sihai designed several bitter scenes and got the custody of Ye Shiru. Of course, Ye Shiru admires Jiang Sihai, the adoptive father. I guess this time it was a big blow to her mind. Now the only relative she misses is her grandmother who lives in her ancestral house in Tai O Village. Even for her sake, Ye Shiru should help us with this. ”

Zhao Jianzhong was silent for a while: "It's best to be like this." ”

The concubine of the rain master bowed her head to express her understanding.

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Twelve hours later

Tai O Village

Zhao Xin pursed his lips, looked down at the Taixu Compass in his hand, and Mu Ni's face suddenly appeared in the mirror in the center!

Before she could catch her breath, Wan Die anxiously sent a conversation.

"Why did you get Ren Ni and Li Yan into it? What can I do now? ”

Wan Die was worried, as Zhao Jianzhong said, only teach Mu Ni to escape into the feng shui world, and everyone's task will be successfully completed. But now Li Yan, Ren Ni, and the dying Yang Yan are all pulled into the feng shui world, which is beyond the initial expectation.

"What are you Sifan? It was already the best opportunity. If we hesitate any longer, none of us will survive! Yan Zhao will ask, I am fully responsible. ”

Zhaoxin's tone was categorical.

Wan Die was stunned, she had known Zhaoxin for a long time, but it was the first time she saw her like this.

She thought about it, but still retorted: "That is also an emergency, we should notify Mr. Zhao immediately." ”

Zhaoxin also agreed: "I'll call him." ”

"Get rich!"

Plague threw one into the pile of cards, Zhao Jianzhong touched the cards unhurriedly, and the mobile phone next to the table suddenly rang.

Sekong squinted and made a listening expression.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Zhao, the fish bit the hook, but the bait didn't escape, and three more got in. Now what? Did you immediately call Mr. Zhang Fu to do it? ”

Zhao Jianzhong glanced at it, what he touched was still a fortune, he held the card in his hand, and refused to play for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao?"

Zhaoxin urged.

"Hey, old man Zhao, are you going to fight?"

Sekong also shouted dissatisfiedly.

Zhao Jianzhong ignored it, grabbed the fortune and held on to it, and in front of him was a draw hand with a shortage of 40,000 or 60,000 and 50,000 Duhu.

"Don't be in such a hurry, be considerate of the old man."

Zhao Jianzhong said while that the two cards of fortune and sixty thousand in his hand kept switching positions.

"Mr. Zhao. Playing cards, there is a give-and-take. ”

Plague said with a grin.

Zhao Jianzhong glanced at him and responded with a smile: "Young people should have a long-term vision. ”

He dismantled a hurdle, left to make a fortune, and sent 60,000 yuan out, and at the same time said to the phone: "Twenty minutes, tell Zhongshan and they will fish for bait first." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

After a round of cards, Zhao Jianzhong touched another card to make a fortune, so he played 40,000.

"Kong."

Plague suddenly shouted, and then hit a 50,000 sheet.

"Mr. Zhao, do you want this one?"

Zhao Jianzhong was silent, and touched one to himself.

"Don't do this, I see that Mr. Zhao has been playing tubes and strips, and I thought you were alone for 50,000."

Zhao Jianzhong touched the cards in his hand, smiled at Plague Le and said nothing, and the smile on Plague Le's face suddenly froze: "Mr. Zhao won't touch himself, right?" ”

After a long time, Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: "That's not true." ”

As he spoke, he typed out a whiteboard.

Plague Le breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I said a long time ago that I would give it up." ”

"Get rich."

Sekong suddenly punched out one.

Plague turned to look at him, his expression indescribable.

"What do you see I'm doing, you can make a fortune but I can't make a fortune?"

Sekong glared back at him.

"Hu, mix it up. Three times. ”

Zhao Jianzhong put the cards down.

There is a special number card in the corner of the table to calculate the fortune chip, and the number on it slides rapidly, with 200 life chips as the ante bet, roll three times, and the final result is 1,060.

Plague rubbed his face speechlessly.

Sekong's eyes widened, and it took a long time to pull the corner of Plague's clothes and ask, "Eh, how do you know that he wants to make a fortune?" ”

Plague could only hold back his face and smile: "This kind of thing depends on experience, you are so smart, you will understand it if you play a few more games." ”

"Oh."

Zhao Jianzhong stared at the card table with a bottomless look in his eyes.

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The auction hall under the building was very lively, and Shinobi in suits and leather shoes was holding a box of ancient books.

"This manuscript of "Qingwu Preface" was auctioned by Sir Shao for 3.6 million yuan, and was converted at the international gold price of 3 o'clock this afternoon. Congratulations to Sir Peony. ”

On the second floor of the hall sat more than a dozen old men in black cloaks, and sitting at the front was Zhang Fu, who had a relationship with Li Yan.

"Hey, this book has been with me for more than ten years, and the former teacher is gone, and only this volume of "Qingwu Preface" was passed down to me. Nowadays, things are wrong, and it is really a sigh. ”

Zhang Fu sighed.

Behind him, a middle-aged scribe who was over forty years old and had a clean face arched his hand: "I didn't expect this book to be of great significance to Brother Zhongshan." I ......"

"Wen Jun, don't listen to him, he has sold this manuscript at least six times. Your copy of "Qingwu Preface" was taken away by the white ape at the beginning of Ming Dynasty, and it has been missing since then. His master Jiang Dahong is known as the earth immortal, arrogant and arrogant, and has always paid attention to oral teaching, and the first standard for accepting apprentices is to be able to recite the "Dragon Shaking Sutra" silently. If you want to pass on the gong when you die, you won't leave a book. ”

Behind the middle-aged scribe, a fiery old man couldn't help but open his mouth to dismantle the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Shinobu walked over lightly. "It's almost time."