"Okay, just listen to Mr. Yang. ”

Deng Tingjian turned back to his son and commanded.

"Tongpeng, all the masters are working hard for the affairs of our Deng family, and our Deng family can't turn a blind eye and pretend that there is no such thing. When you go back, you will set up a banquet for me to thank the masters, and the promised honorarium must not be less, and all must be paid in full. You know what?"

Young Master Deng Tongpeng nodded hurriedly, agreed in a low voice, and turned around to greet those feng shui masters.

The feng shui masters felt flattered.

Feng Shui masters help people look at Feng Shui, distinguish good fortune and evil, and set a future, which is naturally very popular and respected.

But this respect, put in the family of the powerful, will be greatly discounted.

If it really helps a lot, the other party will naturally reward him heavily, treat each other with courtesy, and treat him as a guest.

But if you can't do it, or if you don't do it beautifully, it's not surprising that the host will turn his face and sweep the floor out, plus a mockery and reprimand.

It's like what everyone happened to in the Deng family manor before.

And these not very good memories are all thanks to the young master Deng in front of him.

Now that Young Master Deng is respectful and polite, he beckoned a group of feng shui masters to move to the side hall and arrange a meal, compared with the previous treatment, all the masters have to wonder if this Young Master Deng is a different person, or whether Young Master Deng has a twin brother who looks exactly the same.

Everyone understands that all the changes in treatment are brought about by Master Yang.

They looked at Yang Yonghui in front of them, their eyes burning.

The real powerful family, the attitude towards the feng shui master is like a tool, when you use it, you are polite, and you don't bother to pay attention to it when you don't use it.

They don't know they're qualified.

Like this Master Yang, who can make the Deng family have to give face and can still intersect with Young Master Deng on an equal footing, he has obviously broken away from the category of feng shui masters and has been promoted to a level that they have been looking forward to but cannot touch.

Master Yang It seems that they don't have a chance to hug their thighs, but Lou Guohai and Lou Jia, who are familiar with Master Yang and are commensurate with each other, seem to be an object worth befriending.

For a while, Lou Guohai and Lou Anmin received the eager eyes and smiles of many feng shui masters, and even the head of the Zhao family, who had never dealt with them, also put on a warm attitude - even if the smile was very reluctant, he looked very awkward without smiling.

Yang Yonghui waved his hand towards Lou Guohai, followed behind Deng Tingjian, and turned out of the living room.

At this time, Lou Guohai's trouble has been solved, and Yang Yonghui has also taken the Deng family's problems on himself.

As for whether their problems can be solved by themselves, Yang Yonghui has no psychological pressure at all.

If you want to talk about feng shui problems, with the help of Tianyan, Yang Yonghui really doesn't believe that there is a feng shui pattern that he can't figure out.

If it weren't for the feng shui problem, Lou Guohai's previous words were very reasonable, he just came to help, and he would definitely solve all the problems of the Deng family without a packing ticket.

Lou Guohai was scolded when he said this, because he did not have the corresponding strength and confidence.

Replaced by Yang Yonghui, if the Deng family is not interesting and unreasonable, he will also just verify his cultivation results during this time.

Yang Yonghui followed Deng Tingjian with a relaxed mind, admiring the landscape and architecture of the Deng family manor all the way, while silently observing the feng shui layout in it.

When he arrived at a small but elegantly furnished room, and the people served fragrant tea, Yang Yonghui had a rough grasp of the Feng Shui of the Deng family.

However, when Deng Tingjian opened his mouth, the first thing he asked was not a feng shui issue.

"Listening to Xiao'er's description, Mr. Yang has a unique skill, I don't know which school Mr. Yang belongs to?"

Yang Yonghui smiled slightly: "The small skills of carving insects are not enough to worry about." If you want to talk about sects, I have no sects, no sects, I am alone, and I don't even belong to you in the martial arts world. ”

After a pause, he felt that he had the benefits of the Yiyuan Sect, and he also held the title of honorary elder, so he was a little unkind to the Yiyuan Sect, and he added.

"I have a little friendship with the elders and heads of the One Yuan Sect, and I can barely say it, I can be regarded as a member of the One Yuan Sect. ”

One Yuan Sect!

Deng Tingjian's eyes froze, and his face became a little solemn.

The three giants of the martial arts world, the Qiluo Sect, the Taiyi Sect and the Yiyuan Sect, are the three mountains that press on the heads of all the sects in the martial arts world.

Among the three major sects, although the strength of the One Yuan Sect ranks last, for the other sects, it is still an insurmountable and irresistible behemoth.

Not to mention, this year, it happened to be the turn of the Yiyuan Sect to sit in the village and take charge of the Martial Arts Alliance, a joint organization that manages the entire martial arts world, and its voice has reached its peak.

Although the Deng family is not weak, it also has a great reputation in the martial arts world. But compared with the Yiyuan Sect, it is still superior and inferior, and the gap is obvious.

This young man is only in his twenties, not much older than his son, and he actually has a relationship with the head and elders?

It can't be fake, right?

Deng Tingjian had suspicions in his heart, and Yang Yonghui could naturally think of it.

But he didn't want to explain.

The purpose of throwing out the name of the Yiyuan Sect is not to pull the tiger skin as a banner, but to explain to the Yiyuan Sect to show that it has not forgotten its roots.

What does it matter if others believe or not?

Even Deng Tingjian didn't believe it at all, and Yang Yonghui was even happier in his heart.

"Let's get back to business, the feng shui pattern of the Deng family's manor, I have seen it outside. When I followed Mr. Deng over just now, I also had some understanding of the layout of the house. In general, it should be fine. ”

"Oh, is it?" Deng Tingjian looked quite interested, but he didn't really care.

This kind of rhetoric has been said many times by a large group of nationally renowned feng shui masters outside, and now that Yang Yonghui has mentioned it again, he is not the slightest surprised.

In other words, Deng Tingjian didn't have much hope for using feng shui to solve the problems of the Deng family, but just gave it a try.

"I've heard from friends that many people in the Deng family are unwell and have strange symptoms. I thought that Mr. Deng should have seen a doctor, but the effect was not ideal, so he pinned his hopes on the way of feng shui. In addition to Feng Shui, my other profession is a Chinese medicine practitioner. Mr. Deng can take me to see the patient if it is convenient. Perhaps, I can see a clue, but not necessarily. ”

Yang Yonghui felt that what he said was polite and modest enough, but Deng Tingjian frowned slightly.

is a feng shui master and a Chinese medicine practitioner, how can this routine be the same as a liar?

The key is that these two professions, generally the older you are, the stronger your skills, you are young, how much accumulation can you have, how much ability?

"I don't know which big hospital Mr. Yang works in?"

"The First People's Hospital of Maoqin City. Yang Yonghui replied calmly.

"Maoqin City?" Deng Tingjian didn't react for a while.

(End of chapter)