It was a young man who spoke, and he looked about the same age as Zhao Jing.

The young man was wearing a name brand, earrings, and his flowing green half-long hair fluttered in the warm breeze.

Zhao Jing glanced at it and ignored it.

He felt that he had a good temper, and he had been ridiculed like this, and he had not yet lifted the brick under his feet and gave him a brick.

Of course, there is also the meaning of pity for his green top cover.

The young man covered his stomach with one hand, patted Zhao Jing's shoulder with the other, and said while laughing: "That, brother, I'm really embarrassed, it's so funny, you actually talk to a black cat, can it understand?" ”

Zhao Jing stayed away from him in disgust, and the young man didn't mind, and continued to laugh: "That, I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed, I can't help it, I'm sorry......"

Zhao Jing had nothing to say about this.

It's like driving someone into the air, and running over and over repeatedly, crying while criing: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry, I can't control myself." ”

In the distance, a group of people are walking by.

An uncle in a Tang costume, a Taoist priest with a compass in his hand, a secretary in a professional suit with an umbrella, and a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses.

Zhao Jing touched his chin, which had a lot of scenes, and took out melon seeds while falling into deep thought.

Big guy standard matching ah,

Awesome, amazing.

But the question is, is it really suitable for fighting in a suit and sunglasses?

This is only in TV dramas.

The uncle's face didn't seem to be very good, and he beckoned to the green-haired youth: "Chu Jiu, you come over to me!" ”

As soon as Yu Chujiu heard his Lao Tzu's voice, he immediately stopped laughing, gestured to Zhao Jing apologetically, and then ran over there.

"Dad, why is that uncle's hair green?" Zhao Yuan pulled his father's clothes and asked curiously.

"Because he has grass on his head, he likes the colors of spring, which symbolize youthful vitality." Zhao Jing explained solemnly.

"And does Daddy like the colors of spring?"

"Daddy doesn't like ......"

"Why?"

“……”

Yu Chujiu came to Yu Tank with a restrained expression, and it could be seen that he was very afraid of this father.

The little secretary took out a sunscreen umbrella from his bag and handed it to the young owner.

Yu Chujiu took the umbrella and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Aunt Hua!" ”

Next to him, Yu Tank's expression became even more impatient: "Don't be a mother-in-law, don't look like a man." Lao Tzu is also a tiger down the mountain, how did he give birth to such a dog as you? ”

"Also, go back and cut this handful of grass for me, I look at it."

Yu Chujiu nodded obediently, his expression depressed.

Then Yu Jar turned his head and looked at the Taoist priest who was holding a compass beside him.

The Taoist priest was wearing a gray Taoist robe and a Tai Chi crown on his head, which was quite a taste of a Taoist master.

"Chief Jiang, are you optimistic?"

When Jiang Daochang heard this, he suddenly shouted, took a big stride, and walked a crooked seven-star step.

At the same time, he held the compass in his hand and stared at the pointer of the compass to change direction.

Jiang Daochang's ability to pretend with his hands is very good, and he can't deceive experts, but he can fool a layman like a fish tank.

And the so-called connoisseurs will not expose it, although their peers are enemies, but everyone relies on this craft to eat, and exposing others also means exposing themselves.

No one is stupid enough to throw their own jobs.

After a while, Jiang Dao finished dancing a circle, and then he walked towards Yu Tank Road without hurrying.

"Boss Yu, the feng shui here is very good, especially suitable for Master Yu."

"When can we start burying you?" Yu Wan tapped his cane and asked.

"Don't worry, you have to choose a good location first."

Jiang Daochang did not rush to take the opportunity to knock on the remaining cylinder, but looked cautious and put on a posture of seeking progress while maintaining stability.

Then holding the compass, he continued to pinch his fingers and stride, repeating the same action without hesitation.

Zhao Jing and the three of them sat in the shade of the tree, watching Jiang Daochang's performance while clicking melon seeds.

Putting aside the clumsy footwork and the level of contemplation, Zhao Jing believes that this Jiang Dao Chang is a very qualified god stick.

The acting skills are online, the old man is serious, and he is not in a hurry for quick success, so that Yu Tank, who looks very unusual, can't see any flaws.

In other words, Yu Xuan didn't care whether the Taoist priest had real skills, he only cared about whether the surface work of Jiang Daochang was good or not, so that he could form a kind of comfort in his heart.

The big people love to believe in themselves, and they don't like to believe in the gods above three feet.

The reason why some people seem to be deeply interested in this kind of thing is because in fact, what people are looking for is only psychological stability, and they do not expect gods and demons to bring wealth and power to them.

Before, Long Xiaoxuan was too confident, but he provoked the divorced master who was in a hurry to recuperate.

Jiang Daochang continued to fiddle and slowly left Zhao Realm's field of vision, going to the side where someone was having a funeral just now.

Zhao Jing shook his head, he felt that if he gave this Jiang Dao Chang a real spell, he could really quickly become a qualified master.

"Let's go, let's go out for dinner first, rest for a while, and come back in the evening."

Zhao Jing looked up at the enthusiasm above his head, expecting a bunch of demons and monsters to emerge in such an environment, it was better to wait at home.

He picked up Zhao Yuan and walked out with the little monk.

When they came, they entered through the main gate, and when they came out, through the side door.

Here, Zhao Jing saw a few wreaths.

There is also a large black and white photograph of a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face was very wrinkled, but his smiling expression was completely different from the ordinary posthumous photos, which made people feel a little scared and weird.

On the contrary, there is also a sense of affinity.

Looking up slightly, there was a white banner, hanging high.

"Honest migrant workers bravely fight against black-hearted shops and expose the face of counterfeit skin care products."

This title, in the eyes of the three of Zhao Jing, is shining with golden light.

The affirmation of the existence of the underworld is enough to prove the authenticity of this subtitle.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk looked sad, closed his eyes, sat down on the spot, turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and began to chant the scriptures.

Zhao Yuan hugged his father's neck, was depressed, and stopped looking at the black and white photo.

Because of that photo, she felt very uncomfortable when she saw it, and she wanted to cry.

Zhao Jing was silent, patted his daughter's back, and forcibly endured the sourness that welled up on the tip of his nose.

Anyone who sees this sad will will have the same reaction as they do at this moment.

Life and death have fate, and life and death are common.

But the life and death of some people can really be shared by heaven and earth.