In recent days, Qing Yao Niang has always chattered, saying that her daughter had encountered something unclean, and she had caused bad luck, and sent someone to invite Master Biqing of Lingyuan Daoist Hall hundreds of miles away from the capital, this Taoist priest is good at catching ghosts, driving Tai Sui to be seventy years old, and is called a living fairy by the local people, the old Taoist priest did not come, and a little Taoist priest called Ling Feng who did not grow his hair looked like he was eleven or twelve years old.

The posture of a slender hemp pole, the delicate facial features, the bright eyes, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a handful of Buddha dust taller than him.

This can make Qingyao's mother angry, invite a doll, and everyone in the house will laugh at their uselessness in the second room.

Dafang Qingyao's eldest aunt Fang Cuiyu looked at the joke: "Second brother and sister can't do this!" ”

Chang Mei sneered: "How does sister-in-law know that this child doesn't have this ability!" ”

The little Taoist priest's face turned red when he heard this, and he stood aside uneasily.

Qing Yao stepped forward: "Little brother, what will you do?" ”

The little Taoist priest scratched his hair: "I can exorcise ghosts at the S level!" ”

Qing Yao secretly complained: The little fart is so bullish!

The little Taoist priest said: "Poor Dao was born with the opening of yin and yang eyes, Taoism, and learning is twice the result with half the effort!" ”

In Qing Yao's wait-and-see: "I especially want to vomit blood, why are the spells of splitting ghosts and exorcism all rushing towards me, passing by an old lady trembling and floating away, the spell of the little Taoist priest will follow me desperately!" ”

Qing Yao's face was pale and stunned, her soul was abused, and she was going crazy.

The little Taoist priest was also surprised, mortals couldn't see the gorgeous display of spells, and they couldn't see the slashing towards Qing Yao.

But the little Taoist priest can see it: Mom, what's the matter, the employer will be hacked to death by the nest in a while!

In the early summer of 551 A.D., the weather was slightly hot, and the breeze was blowing, bringing bursts of coolness.

In Qi, a small Taoist priest in the Song Mansion in the capital set up a Taoist altar in the gate of the Qi Mansion, in the position of the Yang Kunkan.

A long table was full of Dao talismans, and Ming Huang's Dao robe with gossip was slightly larger and was worn on the body of the little Daoist Ling Feng.

The old and young maids and servants in the Song Mansion crowded aside to watch the excitement, leaving an open space in the middle for the Taoist priests to sit on, and the masters were waiting.

The current head of the Song Mansion is Qing Yao's grandfather Song Huaijin is fifty years old, and at the moment he is frowning and his sister-in-law Song Du is twenty-seven years old, and the two are playing Go in the book.

Song Du's face was not good.

Song Huaijin: "Erdu, your mother-in-law's heart is too broken, I am afraid that Qing Yao's stupid name will spread farther!" ”

Song Du raised his eyebrows: "Father, what is my daughter-in-law, that is your daughter-in-law!" ”

Song Huaijin: "Well, if you can't control your father, you won't recognize this daughter-in-law!" ”

Song Du: "Xiaomei has given birth to four children, two sons and two daughters, and now the doctor said that the continuous childbirth has injured the body, and Qingyao should be your daughter-in-law's last child."

The two of them fought back and forth on the chessboard, and they couldn't tell that they were father and son at all, and they both wanted to swallow each other.

Song Huaijin: "So she doesn't care about your father, and neither does your father-in-law!" ”

Song Du: "Maybe after this incident, Yao'er will be sane!" ”

Song Huaijin followed closely and said, "You don't come to me in the future!" ”

Song Du's head floated through the black line: "Daddy's son doesn't like to get up early, and he can't keep up with your father's pace!" ”

Song Huaijin's face sank: "Sleep until three strokes in the sun, you don't like to laugh!" ”

Song Du: "It's just a joke for you, you don't allow your son to sleep for half an hour more than two days at home a month!" ”

Song Huaijin: "Without the spur of my father, you can be a young official in a high position, the head of the Salt Department of the Ministry of Five Grades!" ”

Song Du: "It's not as good as my father, when you were young, you are now in the second rank of the official residence, and you are still in the position of the head of the household!" ”

Song Huaijin's eyes glared: "It's useless to brag to Lao Tzu, you four brothers, just count you as a great cultivator!" ”

Song Du: "Don't, don't let my eldest brother Song Fang hear this, it's time to look at me again!" ”

On the other side, the little Taoist priest of the Song Mansion Ling Feng Dao Altar has been prepared, and the altar has been opened at the time of Chen.

Ling Feng held the peachwood sword in his hand and said solemnly: "Taishang Laojun Dao Fa Li, urgent as an order, one hundred and twenty-eight generations of disciples under the door Sun Lingfeng set up a Taoist altar in the Song Mansion today, and raise the prestige of my Taoism!" ”

Song Qingyao chuckled: "Hahaha! "This little kid is so funny!

The mother watched her daughter Qingyao's every move tightly, and watched the bright little expression come to her mind.