The young man's voice was soft and faint, as if the ice and snow were melting on the high mountain, and the sound of the ice fountain was flowing past his ears.

Young Master Yan turned his head slightly, his handsome face was like ice and snow.

A smile appeared on Yin Ruomei's thin lips.

The smile is shallow and faint, it seems to be mocking but not mocking, and it seems to be ironic but not sarcastic.

As far as the eye falls, it is as if ice gas enters the body in an instant, making people swish, as if they have been frozen to the ice cubes.

The girls were stunned and dragged away by the laymen.

But the people in the fasting room, looking at the young man, couldn't retract their gaze for a while.

This young man, when he spoke, invisibly revealed the ultimate noble aura.

It seems that just now, it may be a little funny to say that to someone else.

It came out of her mouth as if it were a matter of course.

This teenager is far more charming and connotative than those on the Internet.

The aura is extremely strong, and it is not comparable to those so-called stars in the entertainment industry.

Yan Tao: Photo.

Xiao Qi: I do things, master, you are still not at ease.

I also secretly gave her a small gift.

I won't tell you about it.

Hee-hee-hee-hee......

The clock came to half-past eight.

Qin Zong and Yan Tao walked to a secluded courtyard, and the courtyard walls were full of creepers.

Qin Zong pushed open the door, took the young man's hand into the courtyard, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Tuk-"

"Tuk-tuk—"

As soon as I stepped into the room, I saw the sandalwood burning in front of the window, and the wisps turned into clouds and smoke, quiet and peaceful.

There was a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting next to the tea table, looking like he was in his early fifties, with clear eyebrows and slender hair.

Between the crooks of his arms is a white whisk of dust, his eyes slightly closed.

Full of Taoist masters.

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: Hmm, this forced pretending is good.

"Qingyang Dao Chief."

Qin Zong lowered his eyes and shouted at him, leading Yan Tao to sit across the table with Qingyang.

Qingyang opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes were long and narrow, and his left and right pupils showed completely different colors.

The left eye is light gray, and the right eye is jet black.

Born with heteropupils.

Yan Tao raised his eyes slightly.

There was a slight surprise in his eyes.

Double pupil color, yin on the left and yang on the right.

The eight-character fit can be judged by the yang.

I can't complain, the old abbot of Tanga Temple will consult this Taoist priest.

Yang Jian has always been a legendary character.

Even she was seeing her for the first time.

Qingyang Daoist looked at the handsome young man opposite, and his eyes moved slightly.

Qin Zong raised his eyes to look at Qingyang: "Dao Chief, can you see it?" ”

"Well, you still need to have a birthday."

Qin Zong's thin lips opened slightly, and he reported Yan Tao's birthday.

Hearing this, Qingyang glanced at Yan Tao again, chuckled and shook his head, "Xiao Zong, I told you a long time ago that the person you asked me to count is dead." This birthday is the appearance of early death. A person should only live to be eight years old, and then he will be a dead soul in the path of reincarnation. ”

"Presumably, this kid is not who you say he is."

Xiao Qi clenched his fists nervously:!

Master, this old Taoist priest is so high!

You can actually calculate that a person is dead just by eight characters!

Yan Tao slowly narrowed his eyes, and his peach blossom eyes shone with a sharp and cold light.

She also measured the life of the body, three times in a row, but the hexagram was chaotic, and she could not calculate the true life of the person at all.

It's as if the fate has been hidden.

Yan Tao originally thought that it was because he occupied this body that he couldn't measure it.

Unexpectedly, there are still people on this planet who have reached such a high level of divination cultivation.

"You say, she died when she was eight years old?"