The Yan family has Chen Kuan's inheritance in hand, measuring the sky and the earth, and measuring people and fortunes.

The Yan family has a rule, when they become adults, they calculate the life grid for their descendants, and arrange their future work and even future according to their life grid.

And Yan Tao, as the son of the head of the family, has never been arranged.

A sorcerer counts heaven and earth, but not himself.

This is true of all those who practice occultism.

Yan Tao moved his eyes slightly.

Xiao Qi found a throne to sit on his own, and said with a smile: "Master, what are you going to do?" You see how good it is that you directly told the future young lady. If you don't agree, you will be taken back, what a simple thing. ”

Tut.

This style doesn't look like his master anymore.

Grinding, procrastinating.

Xiao Qi simulated the tone of a seventy-year-old man, and sighed heavily.

Yan Tao ......

The boy's fingers hanging at his side moved slightly.

Qin indulged him, and there was still a catastrophe before he passed.

If you act rashly, the slightest mistake can lead to disaster.

Just like she used to be.

Yan Tao gently collected the emotions surging in her eyes, she leaned down slightly, held the turtle shell and shook it gently, her palm was tilted, and the copper coin slid down the turtle's mouth to the table.

Grunt rolled around and then poured onto the table.

"Qingyang Taoist, this is my hexagram."

Qingyang nodded, and slowly gathered all the copper coins in order.

There are words in the mouth, divination and hexagrams.

The more he calculated, Qingyang's ruddy and healthy face slowly turned pale.

He slowly retracted the smile in his eyes, and beads of sweat began to slowly bead on his forehead.

The life of this young man......

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly!

He has seen in his life that among the diviners, Qin Zong's life is extremely expensive, but it is extremely sinister.

This young man's life is far more strange than Qin Zong.

Not only did her hit seven kills, but she also faintly revealed the light that belonged to Zi Weixing.

The light was extremely weak, completely obscured by the Seven Murderous Qi, if it weren't for the fact that he was very high, and he had a half-judge seal on his body, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to measure even a little.

The speed of Qingyang Daoist's lips squirmed faster and slower, and in the end, his fingers trembled slightly, but his thumb never fell.

Qin Zong's gaze stayed on Qingyang's sweaty face, and his eyes tightened.

In the imperial capital, Qingyang can already be regarded as the highest Taoist.

When he rarely entered the WTO, he only lived on the Qingyang Temple on weekdays.

The Metaphysical Association had invited him many times, but Qingyang refused.

Qin Zong's eyebrows furrowed, many years ago, Gu Xi, who had not yet become the president, asked Qingyang for divination.

Qingyang only took three minutes to end this hexagram.

Now, ten minutes have passed.

The sandalwood in the room was burning quietly, and Young Master Yan's peach blossom eyes had a look that seemed to be smiling, and his slender fingers pinched the teacup, and he lowered his eyes to look at the smoke rising from the cup.

Xiao Qi clasped the small chair under his buttocks: Master, master, can this old man succeed?!

It's in a hurry.

It was Qingyang who let out a long sigh that answered it.

The breeze blew, and Qingyang only felt a heart-deep coolness coming up.

After the hexagram was calculated, the clothes behind him were all soaked, and the aura in his body was wiped clean by this hexagram.

I'm afraid that from today onwards, I won't be able to use Dao Techniques for half a year.

He smiled wryly.

I'm afraid that I'll have to ask him for leave tonight.

Qingyang sat upright on the futon, his back straight, and the light in his eyes on the young man's face changed completely at this time.