"You're... Grab live? ”

"No, no, the old body is a metaphysical prophet."

At the corner of Qingcheng Park in Qinghai City, Feng Zhi Bai Mao was talking to the uncle wearing an old man's shirt in front of him.

And the reason why she appeared here has to start from three days ago.

Three days ago, she was still sleeping in the wooden house at Qingshantou, who would have thought that with a bang, her nest would be blown up by a group of future generations! also blew up her, the ancestor of metaphysical prophets.

I wanted to take advantage of this to make some money and go down the mountain, but before I could stand firmly, I found that the group of future generations had a bloody and fierce face!

As the only prophetic spirit between heaven and earth, Feng Zhibai adheres to the concept of heaven and earth to reincarnate and forgive anyone, and is forced to choose to slip away as soon as possible!

Fortunately, the last wishing bird in the mountain helped her make up some knowledge of the present world, otherwise she would really have to choose to beg on the side of the road after coming down the mountain.

The former Jiantian Lord of the dignified Xingyue Hall begged on the roadside for a living, what kind of system did he become!

"Are you sure the Prophet wasn't a fortune teller?"

Lao Mitou took out the yellow cloth of fortune-telling from his bag and spread it on the ground, and when he heard the girl in front of him say that he was a metaphysical prophet, the movements in his hands stopped.

Look up at her.

Suddenly appeared, dressed strangely, dirty, and spoke very strangely, I don't know which poor girl wandered to this Qinghai City and cheated money to make ends meet.

Feeling the gaze of the old rice head, Feng Zhibai showed a mouthful of big white teeth very friendly, and at the same time carefully examined his face.

The little old man had a simple and stocky face, a smile in his eyes, and a golden light in his eyebrows, he was a cultivator of the Xuanmen, but it was a pity that the golden light in his eyebrows only lasted for a few seconds before dissipating.

The golden light condensed in the center of the eyebrows but did not disperse, indicating that this person's cultivation and cultivation were all born good embryos.

If the golden light is condensed and dispersed, it means that there is a source of Tao but it is not deep.

In other words, a half-ass.

You can't solve the hexagram if you can divinate it, and you can't break it if you can see feng shui!

Even if you can solve the hexagram and break the evil, it is less than four, four, five or five.

And the peer uncle in front of her is a standard half-ass!

"The world is one, and there are similarities and differences. This fortune-telling can calculate the big and small things in the world, but it can't be counted as the destiny of heaven and earth, it can't be prophetic, and it has to pay attention to the five disadvantages and three lack of heavenly opportunities that cannot be revealed! And the old body, the prophet, knows the heavens and the earth, knows the people, knows the things, and knows the past life, the future and the present life! The most important thing is! The old body has no five disadvantages and three deficiencies and the heavenly opportunity cannot be revealed! What do you think? Isn't the old body powerful? ”

Feng Zhibai held his hands like an old lady, looking unfathomable.

Lao Mitou laughed, put the copper coin used for divination on the yellow cloth with the hexagram and the word measurement, and pondered for more than ten seconds before he asked: "Girl, which courtyard are you from?" Did you sneak out with anything that could prove which hospital you lived in? ”

"Huh? What hospital? ”

Feng Zhibai's expression was puzzled, she didn't understand, which courtyard was it?

"It's pitiful, I'm young, my brain can't work, and my ears are not good."

Seeing her like this, Lao Mitou looked sympathetic and shook his head with great regret.

Feeling that what he said was not a good thing, Feng Zhibai moved to the ground: "No, the old body is..."

"Who is Mi Banxian?"

Just as he was about to explain to him, a cold inquiry interrupted what Feng Zhibai was about to say.

Both of them looked up at the same time, following the direction of the sound.

The woman in front of her was wearing a suit and a short skirt, and her twenties exuded a mature and capable taste.

"Who is Mi Banxian?"

Seeing that no one answered, the woman asked again, with obvious impatience in her tone.

In the park, the uncles and aunts watching the drama around were shaking their fans by themselves, and no one dared to reply.

Feng Zhibai sat on the side of Lao Mitou, looking at Yuan Haonan back and forth, and his eyes also fell on her long, straight and white legs!

Involuntarily widened her eyes, she raised her hand slightly shyly and smashed the old rice head who didn't dare to make a sound on her side: "Xiaomi, are you calling you?" ”

"It's not! Don't talk! ”

Lao Mitou suppressed his throat and shouted, silently reaching out to pull back the yellow cloth in front of him.

Yuan Haonan stroked his hair, his eyes under the sunglasses glanced around with disgust, and soon landed not far in front of him.

Under the shade of the trees was a strangely dressed little girl and an old man in short sleeves.

In the old man's hand, he still held a piece of yellow cloth, and the folds of the yellow cloth still revealed the word hexagram.

"Hmph." She snorted, crossed her hands around her chest and walked to the shade of the tree, and before she arrived, she accurately said to the old rice head: "The chairman of my family wants to ask Mi Banxian to calculate a hexagram at the expense." ”

Lao Mitou didn't plan to pay attention to it, but it could be seen that she had already arrived in front of her, so she could only stand up with the yellow cloth in tow, looking embarrassed and sorry: "Girl, I'm really embarrassed, I don't count the hexagram today." ”

There is no such thing as counting several hexagrams a day, and the more prosperous hexagram masters can make dozens of hexagrams a day.

However, divination is time-consuming, and luck is not very good, especially if you have the ability or don't want to count too much, the hexagram master will set a rule for yourself to count a few hexagrams a day.

Hearing that Lao Mitou said that the hexagram was full, Yuan Haonan continued tepidly: "The chairman of my family has explained, money is not a problem, as long as you are willing to count half an immortal." ”

"It's not about money." Lao Mitou sneered: "I take the liberty to ask, who is the chairman of your family, and what do you want to count?" ”

"Chairman Jin Feng of the Miracle Tourism Development Group, I would like to ask you to calculate the matter of Qingshantou."

As soon as Yuan Haonan said this, the pu fan in Lao Mitou's hand stopped, and the eyes of Fengzhi Baixing, who was sitting on the side, darkened, and the brain that was seduced by beauty instantly returned.

Qingshantou is where she was bombed before!

When she went down the mountain, she also saw the group of descendants who blew up her nest with a fierce and bloody face, could it be that the group of descendants were under the command of this powerful organization?

If so, it was really fate that made them meet.

"Girl, did Chairman Jin Feng invite the wrong person?"

Old Mitou asked lately.

Dali Group is a leading enterprise in Qinghai City.

As the saying goes: the richer you are, the more superstitious you are.

Jin Feng's family is entangled, there is no reason to say that there is no credible feng shui master or capable person around him, how can he come to ask him to be a trigram on the street for some reason?

And he had heard some things about Qingshantou, and it was not something that he, a hexagram master who only had three-legged cat kung fu, could solve.

"That's right, the rice half-fairy in Qingcheng Park, please come with us."

Yuan Haonan was completely impatient, his brows furrowed unhappily under his sunglasses, and he turned around to signal the direction of the car, not taking the matter of Lao Mitou's hexagram to heart at all.

Lao Mitou raised his hand and waved at Yuan Haonan and said reluctantly: "The old man just said, today's hexagram is not counted, and I still have a girl to be sent to the hospital, so I really don't have time." ”

He looked down at Feng Zhibai beside him.

Feng Zhibai was also very cooperative with Lao Mitou to raise his chin, and when he was about to smile at Yuan Haonan, he found that people were not looking at her at all.

She bothered her face and moved her hand to the side.

Hot face doesn't stick to cold ass! She doesn't look at other people's eyes!

Yuan Haonan didn't look at it, but after glancing at Feng Zhibai, he retracted his gaze with great disdain.

"If Mi Banxian doesn't give face, then we can only be sorry."

Pushing her sunglasses, her voice was much deeper, she raised her hands and slapped her slap three times, and soon two bodyguards in black suits hurriedly ran down from the black car behind her.

When the people around saw this posture, they pointed out the park with crutches, for fear of getting into some big trouble.

Lao Mitou was still holding a yellow cloth in his hand, and when he saw the bodyguard rushing over, his legs were unstable, and his whole body went straight back!

Feng Zhibai sat behind him, and quickly stretched out his hand to resist him!

Fortunately, I almost hit her thin little body!

Lao Mitou only felt that the sky was dark, and when he thought he was about to fall to the ground, he caught him steadily with both hands.

When he wanted to look down, Yuan Haonan pressed step by step: "Mi Banxian, please." ”

Lao Mitou's face was ugly, he stood up with the flower bed, and was thinking about how to get out, but his eyes involuntarily fell on Feng Zhibai's body.

"What do you think the old man is doing?"

Seeing that Lao Mitou was suddenly staring at him, Feng Zhibai quickly stretched out his hands to protect his upper body and shouted anxiously: "You are still young, we are not suitable!" ”

"Phew! You dream! He hurriedly lowered his head and his voice was a little nervous: "You're not mentally ill?" Are you really the same door as me? Didn't lie to me? ”