Zhu Zhigang approached Tu Er's ear and whispered: "The rockery in the courtyard is not this woman's rockery, I feel that thing is unlucky, and I always feel frightened at a glance." ”

Tu Er's face changed, and he smiled a little angrily: "Where do you feel like this, this is on the ground, what kind of moth can there be." ”

Zhu Zhigang suddenly asked, "What do you think of corpse lice?" ”

"What's the matter, that thing eats people!"

Zhu Zhigang said gloomily: "This thing seems to me to be much more deadly than corpse lice."

"Don't talk nonsense, what kind of place is this? The seniors are not the kind of people who have no Taoism, and when they come out to mix, we don't know where they are! Tu Er said, Old Man Gu didn't say much to him, but some things are still memorable.

This throughout the ages, on the Yin and Yang Feng Shui world in the leader, then can not but say that the Yin and Yang Seven Heroes, since ancient times has been in this line of work in the Yin and Yang to determine the world, how many schools in the long history of the fall apart, but these seven "Mount Tai" inheritance has not been broken.

Of course, with the passage of time, generation is not as good as the generation, stargazing, locking yin and yang's stunt, now has long been lost, this luck is one thing, the most important thing is talent, to put it bluntly, you can't do this porcelain job without that talent.

The old man Chu visited by Tu Er today is the only three masters in the world who are better than the blue, and his Taoism and self-knowledge are stronger than the previous generation, and they are unfathomable.

This person is very capable, often pays attention to a lot, and many of his own rules are invisibly added to the heads of others, demanding of himself and being strict with others.

Thinking about it, Zhu Zhigang and his entourage turned into a small courtyard again, there was a fragrance in the small courtyard, there was a pool of clear water in the middle of the courtyard, and a small pond with an ice glazed jade surface was carefully looked at, and the porcelain rolled out on the edge of the pond was glazed on both sides inside and out.

In the small pond, the lotus leaves follow the water, and the jasper and red lotuses reflect each other.

Entering the door, Zhu Zhigang knew the rules, didn't dare to look at it more, and even kept his mouth shut, but heard Tu Er and an old man first say a few words, and then said some obscurity, where can Zhu Zhigang and the young man be idle, and glanced at the old man curiously.

This glance was really startled, and he held back a sentence: "I'm up, how can this old man's face be longer than a horse, and it takes at least a few minutes for his hand to touch his chin from his hair, this is really unscientific, and I don't know if it took half an hour more when his mother gave birth to him?" ”

As everyone knows, this horse-faced old man is also looking at Zhu Zhigang, he has not been able to treat a descendant so carefully for a long time, it's not that he doesn't want to, but there is really no one who can make him interested, the fat boy at home who is not angry is really helpless, after all, it is passed down from his own blood, and he has to let him live if he has no ability, right? Usually being more strict is also so that the fat boy can suffer less sins in the future.

"Hey" he is also worried in his heart, so many strange things have emerged in an endless stream, the eventful autumn coincides with the seven heroes of the north and south of the year, but they are all old, those who should go are gone, and those who stay are old for a short time, he is not afraid of death, the key is that there is no successor. Looking at the young man in front of him, his thoughts flew back for a long time, but he was a little tired and waved his hand to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper understood, took Tu Er and Zhu Zhigang out, and placed them in another small courtyard, behind the house were rows of ash trees, and the ash rods made of this kind of tree were the most suitable to be used as gun sticks.

The butler quickly returned to the courtyard just now, turned to go in, and asked the horse-faced old man, "Is this person worthy of our trust?" ”

"Is there any other option now?"

"Then ······, if the little young master is connected with his numerology when the time comes, but the time will be a blessing and a curse."

Seeing that the old man was not speaking, the housekeeper quietly retreated, covered the door and left quickly.

The old man stood in front of the window, secretly sighing that this life may be here, even if he is reluctant to let go, it will be a lifetime, whether others see the scenery or are down, only he knows.

He felt that his body was too weak, and sat silently on the stool, breathing hard, his face became more and more pale, and the divine horse in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He told himself for the last time that this time his choice was the same as before, and luck was still on his side as usual.

The moonlight covered the old man like a quilt, and it was quiet.