"Dead?" Jiang Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, "It shouldn't be...... Do you have his four pillars? ”

Yi Jiaoyan was about to answer, but Qingyang Hou suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"What kind of life, what four pillars and eight characters, where did the charlatans come from, Jingzhou does not allow Taoist priests who are not from the Dao Palace to use magic at will, don't you know!"

He glared at Jiang Fukite viciously: "As soon as the day dawns, I will go to the Dao Palace to report ......."

"Smack-"

A crisp and loud slap landed on Qingyang Hou's face, and the clear white mark on the five fingers faded away extremely quickly, turning into crimson.

The burning pain crept up his face, making him barely able to open his eyes.

Yi Jiaoyan shook off his numb palm, twisted his eyebrows and scolded him louder: "You shut up for me!" ”

Ignoring the embarrassment and disbelief on Qingyang Hou's face, she turned her head and eagerly and skillfully reported a string of birthdays.

I'm afraid that only four pillars and eight characters are not enough, Yi Jiaoyan added: "His name is Wen Jinliang, the word is good, and he is from Jingzhou, if he is still alive, he should be six out of thirty." ”

Hearing this, Ding Zhaoliu frowned, and he was good at ...... Familiar......

Jiang Fuyuan nodded and took off the calculation on his waist.

Since Bozhou learned in her dream that she could change her life, she has been pondering how to use it, and she has already learned a little bit about it before, but she has never really used it, and this time she just used it to practice.

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Fukite held the tortoise shell in one hand and chanted the mantra with the other, and after a while, a golden light burst out from the tortoise shell, and then countless golden lights chased around the room, bringing a gust of wind for no reason, rolling the cuffs of everyone's robes fluttering.

Jiang Fuyuan suddenly felt something, looked up and looked ahead, only to see Jinhua turning into golden birds, holding long tail feathers in front of her.

Everyone was stunned by this vision, and Zhong Jifeng couldn't help but mutter: "Little Phoenix......"

I don't know if it's calling Jiang Fu Kite or these golden birds.

The little golden phoenix spun faster and faster until it formed a huge golden disc. The disc rotates slowly, and various black and white horizontal lines of varying lengths gradually appear on it.

When the disc stopped rotating, everyone recognized that it was a gossip disc floating in the air.

"Wen Jinliang, the year of the Emperor, the tenth ...... of the first month of June" Jiang Fuyuan read the message given by Yi Jiaoyan in his mouth, raised his fingers, and tapped a place on the gossip plate.

Then the Bagua Disk suddenly burst out with countless points of light, dissipated and gathered, and finally formed a slightly smaller new disk, which hung above the original Bagua Disk and made a buzzing sound.

"Yin and evil will shine, the life of the dead, seven killings, breaking the army, and the sheep...... It's all passive......" Jiang Fuyuan stared at the two gossip plates and muttered, "Wealth, Guanlu...... Into the seven kills, tsk, insidious. ”

She turned her head to look at Qingyang Hou, turned around and asked Yi Jiaoyan, "The three of you have known each other since childhood?" ”

Yi Jiaoyan shook her head: "I and Shansheng are childhood sweethearts, and I only met him later." ”

She didn't even want to say his name at the moment, feeling that if his name came out of her lips and teeth, she would feel sick to her stomach.

Jiang Fuyuan sighed, and asked again: "When you married Qingyang Hou, Wen Jinliang had been dead for half a year, right?" At that time, the situation of Qingyang Hou was not very good. ”

"Yes." Yi Jiaoyan squinted and recalled, "At that time, it happened to be the disaster of the Qu family, as a student of Qu Lao, he was somewhat implicated, and his future was not bright, and even the title was only equalized after I got married......

Speaking of this, she seemed to suddenly understand something, and then looked at Qingyang Hou in addition to disgust, there was also resentment and pain.

Although Ding Zhaoliu was well protected by his mother, his mind was extremely transparent, and he also wanted to understand in an instant that his father had asked to marry his mother, and it was impossible for him to just like it, but to ...... Don't have a purpose!

The family was in distress and the backer was in trouble, Ding Shuoming at that time urgently needed to find a new backer, and Yi Jiaoyan, who was young and easy to deceive, was the best candidate.

The Yi family is rich and powerful, but far away in the northwest, she is alone in Jingzhou and has lost her love, her heart is fragile and sad, Ding Shuoming only needs to create a few casual meetings, pretend to be affectionate, and send some danqing to show courtesy, and the tender face of Yi Jiaoyan was easily taken down by him.

As for whether Yi Jiaoyan was really moved by his disguised true feelings at that time, or whether Ding Shuoming secretly did something else, no one can tell.

After so much time, even if Yi Jiaoyan wanted to understand the crux of the middle at the moment, she didn't bother to talk to Qingyang Hou, she was more concerned about another thing now.

"Mu Xiangu, can you see the true cause of Shansheng's death from the horoscope?"

Yi Jiaoyan anxiously raised the question that had plagued her for eighteen years.

"There was no rain for a long time in the winter, and it didn't snow until Chinese New Year's Eve, Gu Qing said that this was an auspicious fortune from the sky, and it was God's reward to His Majesty, and he was good at giving birth to a young man's heart, so he made a poem to satirize Gu Qing, and then the next day he was found drowning in the moat......

"They all say that good life is drunk and slippery, but I don't believe it! Shansheng obviously doesn't drink, I suspect it's Gu Qing......"

She felt a pain in her heart, and almost said all the doubts that had been buried in her heart for many years, but fortunately, Ding Zhaoliu pulled her arm, and Yi Jiaoyan realized her gaffe and swallowed the rest of the words.

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head regretfully: "The fate of the dead has been decided, the past is all in the past, and I can't see through what the fate chart doesn't show, and I can't change it." ”

An extremely subtle exhalation was keenly captured by her, Jiang Fuyuan looked at Qingyang Hou, who was inexplicably relieved, and sneered after a moment of silence: "The dead can't change, but the living can move." ”

As she spoke, she tapped her fingers and recited the eight characters of Qingyang Hou's birthday.

"Ding Shuoming, the year of the first month, the eighth ...... of the first month"

In Qingyang Hou's eyes, which grew bigger and bigger, the original gossip disk dispersed back into countless golden phoenixes, and formed a new life chart in a moment.

This time, Jiang Fukite did not hesitate, used both hands together, and kept changing the positions of the glowing bytes on the life chart.

"Seven kills return to their positions, break the army into the sky......" she muttered, with each change of the life chart, several people had heard a faint thunder in their ears.

Changing one's life and changing one's life has always been a matter of reincarnation in heaven, and anyone who changes one's life will be punished by heaven.

Zhong Yongfeng couldn't help but look out worriedly, the sky rumbled, and the clay kettle thundered among the dark clouds.

His sword eyebrows furrowed: "Little Phoenix, stop quickly, it's not worth punishing such a person!" ”

Jiang Fuyuan was not afraid at all, and his subordinates kept moving.

Afraid of what? It's one thing for this thunder to come down without splitting, and it's another thing to dare to hit her when it comes down.

She didn't believe that the little old man dared to really use thunder to slash her.

The white fingers pinched the most fatal star, and selected the life palace to press it in.

Outside the door, there was another midnight dry thunder, and what appeared with the thunder was the original destiny of Qingyang Hou.

The destiny has been completed, the things are returned to their original owners, the thunder outside is gone, and the night sky is silent again.

At the same time, everyone saw a ray of red light suddenly floating above the head of Qingyang Hou, which was the good luck that he had taken away for eighteen years, and originally belonged to Wen Jinliang's beautiful life.

"No—"

Ding Shuoming reached out in a panic to grab the red light, but only caught a void.

The red light avoided him precisely, and went straight towards Yi Jiaoyan, burrowing into the spirit platform and merging into her body the moment it touched her.

"This ......" Yi Jiaoyan touched her forehead incredulously, feeling the continuous warm current in her body, "This is Shansheng?" ”

Jiang Fukite didn't make a sound, only blinked.

People are dead, Wen Jinliang should have already dissipated, and the wisp of red luck left behind is purely Qingyang Hou's rebellion, but he didn't expect that even if there was only the last trace of red luck left, he would have to go to his childhood Qingmei.

Affectionate.

In reverse contrast to this affectionate relationship, it is Dashun's first soft rice and hard eating man Ding Shuoming.

Jiang Fuyuan turned his head to look at Qingyang Hou, and the corners of his lips hooked: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, Qingyang Hou, do you really think you can escape the whip on the belly of a horse?" ”

"Get less sleep, and see if you believe in your dreams."

God: Just listen to the meaning, save yourself from saying that I'm biased.

(End of chapter)