Light shines through the carved window lattices and leaves its mark in the space of the house.

Outside the window, the water winds down from the Cliff Mountains, and the mist is shrouded in the distance, and the green of the mountains looms. A little closer to the water floated on the boat, I saw the curtains dancing among the waves, but I couldn't hear the beautiful silk bamboo. In the shallow water, the red lotus blooms, and the lotus flowers bloom among the green leaves, as if the petals made of jade fall on the surface of the water, and the wind is mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers.

Jing Qingli picked up a small tea bowl with a moderate temperature, sniffed it lightly, and praised, "Good tea!" ”

This is the first time she has drunk tea in more than ten years.

The tea is slightly bitter, suppressing the taste of the previous meal, savoring it, and the tongue coating gradually blooms with a hint of sweetness.

With another sip, she put down the tea bowl and looked at the young man in front of her.

Xu Wuqing sat upright, sensing Jing Qingli's gaze, and couldn't help but be nervous.

The wind paced back and forth between the two, and gradually, Xu Wuqing's heart settled. Just as he was about to speak, Jing Qingli's voice was already heard in his ears.

"A certain traveler has heard such a story, I wonder if my son is interested in hearing it?"

"Wuqing is willing to listen to you."

Jing Qingli smiled, and Xu Wuqing, who was looking up, was stunned. The master's appearance is not outstanding, but between this smile, he couldn't say the fairy wind bones, and remembered that the master was different from the previous charlatans who pretended to be, and his heart was even more respectful.

Seeing his expression, Jing Qingli could probably guess what he was thinking, and couldn't help but sigh, it seems that the market of the Heavenly Master has not been good in the past ten years that she has been away.

Throwing away distracting thoughts, Jing Qingli slowly spoke: "There was once an immortal surnamed Lu, who was benevolent and was ordered to surrender the little immortal who went down to the mortal world to make trouble privately, and after coming to the mortal world, he put the chaotic little fairy into the magic weapon, and he was worried that he would die because of the strength of the magic weapon, so he moved his heart of compassion......" Jing Qingli paused, the young man in front of him frowned, listened carefully, and continued to tell: "Lu Xianren's original intention was to release that little immortal, and then educate him, reduce his guilt, and maybe have a chance to reform again." Who knew that the little immortal seemed to have changed his ways, but in fact, he couldn't tell between right and wrong, and even teamed up with other demons to seriously injure Lu Xianren when he was weakened by his healing......"

Hearing this, Xu Wuqing was slightly excited, and he was already very respectful in his heart, this story was very consistent with the internal situation of the Xu family.

There was a small country in the western part of Canglong Country, and the Xu family was just a family in a small country. A few decades ago, the small country was wiped out, and the families suffered heavy losses, and the head of the Xu family was benevolent and adopted those children who lost their family protection in the war, among which the Zhang family had the most children.

Later, the Xu clan and several other clans defected to the current Canglong Kingdom, thinking that those people would be grateful and not ask them to submit to the Xu clan, but to ask not to cause trouble. Who knew that the Zhang family disciples had been recuperating for many years, secretly watching the Xu family, and they didn't realize it earlier, until the ancestors left a few elders died for no reason, and the treasures in the clan disappeared, and the ambitions of the Zhang family were exposed. The hateful treasure is in the hands of others, and the Xu family can't make a big move to suppress it, but fortunately, the treasure was sealed by the ancestors with a secret method, and the Zhang family didn't really tear his face with the Xu family.

These days, he is really exhausted, juggling between different clansmen.

There was a dark light in his eyes, if there was a solution......

Xu Wuqing grasped his fist in his sleeve, suppressed his emotions, stood up, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down heavily. But before his knees touched the ground, a gentle force lifted him up.

Xu Wuqing, who stood up, was even more excited, the power just now ...... Could it be that this master is still a monk?

"I still hope that the master will guide the maze-" Xu Wuqing knelt down for a while, and bowed deeply respectfully.

This kid is sincere......

Jing Qingli felt that her mastery was about to collapse.

coughed lightly, adjusted his tone, and still said lightly: "You and I are destined, so I'll mention you a little - just remember, Xu Lai and Fengtang are cold, and they are in the pavilion." As he spoke, he dipped his index finger in tea and wrote four sentences on the table with the previous two sentences:

The Wuyuan is full of thorns and long branches, and the guests are bullying the main crisis.

Xu Lai and Fengtang were cold, and they fell into the pavilion.

Xu Wuqing straightened up, took in the four sentences, and chewed the meaning carefully, the first two sentences are reflecting the current situation of the Xu family, Wuyuan, where the Xu family lives, Fanjing, refers to Zhang Fanjing, the ruler of the Zhang family, who bullies the master, is not this kind of behavior at this time!

In the last two sentences, the pond, the Xu family has a main pond, which is near the ancestral hall, and three ponds are led out by the main pond...... Perhaps, where are the missing children......

He felt a chill in his heart, and instead of thinking about the ominous words, he continued to think about the last sentence. Battle, homonym Zhang's, the battle is falling in the pavilion, this 'pavilion', Xu's ancestral house has more than ten pavilions, Zhang's handle may be hidden somewhere!

Jing Qingli walked on the street, and finally got rid of Xu Wuqing's strong invitation.

He just behaved like he refused to be thousands of miles away, and sent him away with only a "goodbye fate", and now Xu Gongzi should be investigating, right?

She didn't want to get involved in the twists and turns of these big families, so she only mentioned a few words, believing that Xu Gongzi was a smart person and should know how to do it.

It's just that what she didn't know was that Xu Gongzi's methods were resolute, not only found his family's heirloom treasure and successfully solved the family's crisis, but also set foot on the path of cultivation with the help of the treasure by chance, and he didn't know how many innocent lives he had saved in the disaster that followed not long after.

This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

Jing Qingli remembered the shopkeeper's affectionate gaze when she left, and she wanted to get goosebumps. When she got out of the restaurant, she found an alley and walked in, and when she came out again, she had already changed her face. It's still mediocre, and you can't find that kind when you throw it into the pile.

Shook his head to drive out those strange thoughts before, and stretched freely.

Feeling the heavy silver stuffed by Xu Gongzi in the left sleeve, and playing with the night pearl taken out of the right sleeve, the constraints in front of Xu Gongzi were swept away.

was relaxing, and when she passed by a fortune teller stall, a voice of vicissitudes called out to her:

"Young people! Please stay! ”

Jing Qingli had heard this for the third time today, and turned her head to look at the stall owner.

"What are you doing?" She took a closer look at the entire stall, and the stall owner was a middle-aged man with gray hair, a layer of gray overcast on his eyes, and a blue robe. The color of the robe was brighter, and it didn't match his dark skin.

Behind him was a basket with some miscellaneous items, a flag planted along the way, and the inscription 'Clever Calculation' was written on it, and finally a pattern copied from nowhere.

Jing Qingli really didn't want to pay attention to it, but curiosity prompted him to stay and listen to what this person wanted to say.

"Young man, this Heavenly Master perceives that your bones are strange and your life is extremely expensive, you are the destined person of this Heavenly Master today, I don't know if you would like to come to calculate a hexagram?" The stall owner who claimed to be the Heavenly Master sat upright, staring in her direction with eyes that he didn't know if he could still see, pinching the finger in one hand and holding the dust in the other.

Jing Qingli became interested, and someone actually boasted that her life could be calculated? It must be a charlatan, she felt a sigh in her heart, and the fingers behind her back moved simply, and she thoroughly touched the life of this 'Heavenly Master'.

It's really a bit bitter to say, at least in Jing Qingli's opinion.

This man lost his mother at the age of three, lost his father at the age of seven, and followed his uncle at the age of nine without learning or skill. He lived in Qiaodong and ate gluttonous food, and because of his small size, he was often bullied, and when he was twelve years old, his uncle was knocked down by a horse that was startled by a rich local family and never got up again. When he was fifteen years old, he inadvertently rescued an old liar who was messing around, and since then, one big and one small have lived a full life by relying on the pit and abduction. When he was eighteen years old, the old liar brought a little girl of fourteen or fifteen, and watched them go not long after they got married. After a long time, the middle-aged liar is also a person with children, and he feels that the old liar is not practical, so he finds a job as a porter. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and when the goods were being moved, the goods rolled off the ship, and it happened that an edge and corner hit him in the eye, because he was not properly treated at that time, and since then he has fallen into an eye disease, which is no different from a blind man. The foreman wouldn't want him, and his daughter-in-law hurt herself when she gave birth to the fourth child, and when she asked for money, he copied his old business again. Relying on his previous experience and a pair of blind eyes, this person really deceived a little bit of fame and won the title of "half-immortal".

She won't be able to see the number of lives in the future, but this person still has a middle-aged child.

In a few breaths, passers-by have stopped here to watch, wanting to see how accurate the "half-immortal" can be this time.

Jing Qingli shook her head in her heart, she didn't want to waste more time here, so she didn't answer the stall owner's words, just approached the stall owner and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, the stall owner's face changed, and he was extremely ugly, cleaned up the stall, and hurried away with the flag.

The people who had noticed this stall before were quite curious about what this young man had said, which made this half-immortal look discolored. But no one asked, and this curiosity was not worth their attention, after all, it had nothing to do with them.

Looking at the back of the stall owner in the distance, Jing Qingli smiled and left with his hands behind his back.

"Wang Youfu, the early years of the fate of the ill-fated, middle-aged if you can accumulate good deeds and virtues, you can be comfortable for a lifetime, because of the fate of the evil, it is very easy to implicate close people, fortunately with the company of nobles, can suppress one or two."

"Now your youngest son is playing hide and seek and hiding in a coffin, and if you don't go, he will soon be out of breath."

"Also, replace the unsturdy tiles on the eaves, if you spare your life......"

……

When Wang Youfu rescued his little son, whose face had turned purple, from the coffin, the young man's words kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't help but be afraid for a while. He handed his crying youngest son into the hands of his daughter-in-law, and a group of children playing games surrounded him with worried faces.

He squinted at the eaves, his gray vision blurred with the appearance of stacked tiles, and the last words of the young man rang in his ears, and he turned his head and went out of the house to ask someone to change the tiles.

At this time, Jing Qingli was strolling on the street, in a very good mood.

Do a good deed every day ~ Do a good deed every day ~