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The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches.

The sun is like fire, the heat is steaming, the streets are hot, and the alleys are empty.

Yang Qifeng sat cross-legged, and two powerful guards stood beside him.

There were dense crowds of onlookers all around, one layer inside and one layer outside, surrounding Yang Qifeng layer by layer.

The onlookers consciously vacated a wide open space five meters in front of Yang Qifeng.

A young man, with a skewarm in his hand, began to wander in front of the crowd, and said, "Get the number, get the number,"

"Don't rob, everyone has a share," the rich man kept sending the sticks in his hand, and the hands of different shapes kept stretching out and grabbing the sticks.

The sign was quickly distributed, and the rich man came to Yang Qifeng and said in a low voice, "The immortal master has issued the number,"

"Okay,"

After hearing this, the rich man nodded, with a solemn expression, took a skewer from Yang Qifeng's body, and then began to shake it in front of everyone.

"Immortal Master, please?" The rich man did not directly shake out the number, but put the signature in front of Yang Qifeng, and motioned for Yang Qifeng to draw out three signatures.

Yang Qifeng's eyelids drooped, revealing a detached state, looking like a master outside the world.

With a flick of the finger, a skewer floats and floats.

The rich man grabbed the skewer and shouted loudly, "The first thirty-six,"

"It's me. It's me, I'm number thirty-six," an excited word. It kept coming out of the mouth of a middle-aged man.

He looked excited, as if he had won five million in the lottery ticket.

Excited, excited, constantly shouting.

No, that's exactly what hit five million.

One person is happy, and everyone sighs.

The man holding the No. 36 stick strode over. The others consciously got out of the way, in good order, and no one was making trouble.

came to Yang Qifeng. Bowed down directly, and shouted excitedly, "Immortal Master!"

Yang Qifeng is in Pingyao Town, and in a short period of time, he has changed several titles.

Governor. Immortal Chief. Immortal Master.

Every change in title means that Yang Qifeng's status has reached a higher level in Pingyao Town.

The man was extremely excited, he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Yang Qifeng, who was this person in front of him?

Now as long as it is a person in Pingyao Town, it can be said.

This is an immortal master with great skills, don't you see that even the noble Donghou wants to worship the immortal master as an apprentice. The immortal master was unwilling, if it weren't for the fact that Donghou had been kneeling for a long time. For the sake of sincerity, Donghou will not be accepted at all.

"Immortal Master wants to calculate what the future of my son is?" The man was dressed ordinarily, his big hands were rough, and he was cracked in many places, and he was only thirty years old, but he looked like he was forty, and he looked quite old, which was caused by years of fatigue.

Holding a five or six-year-old boy in his arms, the little boy has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he swept away at a glance.

The luck is mediocre, there is nothing surprising, and the future is also a son who will follow his father's business and continue to work hard.

"This son has an official spirit,"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Qifeng could clearly perceive that the little boy's originally mediocre luck was tumbling violently.

In the dark, a wave of luck is shrouded.

This is from his luck, a trace of favor, favored the little boy.

With the addition of luck, the little boy's aura condensed out, and his roots stood upright, far beyond ordinary people.

In the future, I dare not say that it is an official worship product, but being a nine-grade official is more than enough.

He can be regarded as following his words, Yang Qifeng mocked in his heart.

The change of the little boy, Yang Qifeng has an understanding.

He knew that this was the result of his change in the fate of the little boy, and with Yang Qifeng's current status, the luck he had divided, even a trace of it, was unspeakably precious to ordinary mortals.

He said that the little boy was official, and this was not plain talking.

With his status in Donghou's mind, waiting for the little boy to become an adult and rewarding a petty official is not a matter of being caught.

From here, it can be seen that the change of luck also has a lot to do with the favor of the superior.

Yang Qifeng thought that his luck had increased tenfold or more, was this because the old official favored him, so he had a trace of luck.

It's like what I did to a little boy.

You must know that compared with the old official, the gap between him and the old official is bigger than that of the little boy and himself.

Countless thoughts flashed in my mind, but in reality, it was a momentary thing.

"Official, this kid is going to be an official in the future,"

"Is it accurate?"

"Boy, you see that you are seeing the immortal master for the first time, the immortal master has been in Pingyao Town for so many days, three trigrams a day, and the hexagram must be accurate,"

"Even Donghou admired the immortal master and worshiped under the immortal master,"

Envy, jealousy, and all kinds of complicated eyes focused on the little boy's body.

When the middle-aged man heard Yang Qifeng's words, he knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Qifeng again and again;

"Quickly kneel down and thank the immortal master," looking at his son beside him, indifferent.

The man was furious, pulled the little boy by the hand, and the two knelt down together.

"This brother accepts this token,"

"What is this?"

The middle-aged man looked at the delicate token in his hand, the beautiful patterns on it, and he was a little stunned, instinctively resisting it, and wanted to push the token out.

The rich man also pushed, pushed the token into the arms of the middle-aged man, and he greeted him cordially and said, "The eldest nephew has an official spirit, and he will definitely be an official in the future, but there are also big and small officials,"

"If you let the eldest nephew and brother go on like this, the eldest nephew will be delayed, and his future success will be limited,"

"With it, it's different, my brother can go to the Anjia School in the east of the city for free with this token, and I'll be able to eat and live in peace. ”

"What's so embarrassing?" the middle-aged man wanted to refuse, but glanced at his son, and one hand was gripping the token tightly. 、

"This is nothing? This is a good relationship between my Anfu and my eldest nephew. ”

"Good man," the rich man affectionately sent the middle-aged man away, and the middle-aged man kept shouting.

Yang Qifeng saw this qiē in his eyes, especially after Anfu opened his mouth and gave away the token.

The little boy had some illusory aura, but it was immediately steady.

Even if Yang Qifeng has now withdrawn his favored luck, the little boy has also made some achievements. It won't be beaten back all at once.

Life has changed a person's luck, such a phenomenon makes Yang Qifeng the way of luck. The comprehension is one step further.

"Who is the fifty-two?" An Fu took a white handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stretched his neck, and shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

"I'm number fifty-two. "What came out was a tall man. Five big and three thick strong men.

As soon as the strong man stood there, he gave people a fierce spirit.

Yang Qifeng could clearly see the evil aura that appeared on the strong man's body,

This is not an ordinary person, but a general with a lot of souls on his hands.

And this one is not from Pingyao Town, but from outside.

The strong man is very polite. No rudeness,

In the world of mythology. Strange people are everywhere, with an arrogant attitude, and I don't know when I offended a strange person.

When the time comes, I don't know how to die.

The methods of curses are endless.

After sending the strong man away, Yang Qifeng's gaze kept scanning the crowd.

But he was looking for his goal, and suddenly, his eyes shrank.

It was a sedan chair, a beautiful and dignified woman, sitting quietly.

The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, the apricot eyes are Mingren, the lips reflect the sun, Juanjuan is twenty-eight, and the abdomen is slightly raised.

finally looked forward to her, and Yang Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

After so many days of leaving the hook, I have caught all the sharks, and now I am looking forward to her.

The man next to him was directly ignored by Yang Qifeng, and his divine sense scanned it, and he quickly checked the sign in the hand of the servant.

Eighteenth.

Yang Qifeng didn't squint, and when the rich man took the signature in front of him, he personally stretched out his palm this time, touched it gently, accurately grabbed a bamboo stick, and pulled it out.

"Who's Eighteen?" Anfu shouted again.

"Is it my wife?" a servant shouted in a louder voice, pulling his neck and shouting, directly suppressing An Fu's voice.

The crowd began to avoid it, and the woman stepped down from the palanquin with the help of the man beside her.

Lianbu moved, took small square steps, and walked in front of Yang Qifeng step by step.

The two, like everyone else, bowed down to Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng's body shook and brushed, his body had been displaced, and the whole person had stood up.

With their hands raised from the bottom up, the two people who were supposed to pay homage immediately bent down.

The body subconsciously stood up straight, and Yang Qifeng said with sincere fear in his mouth, "I can't help it, how dare I let the sage bow down?"

"What do you mean by that?" the woman did not speak, but the man could not bear it anymore and blurted out.

"Don't dare to speak, dare not speak, dare not speak," Yang Qifeng waved his hand again and again, and said in refusal.

"Please tell the immortal master?" a pleasant voice sounded.

"Don't dare to speak, dare not speak, dare not speak,"

"Please also tell the immortal master?" After speaking, the man and the woman bowed down together, and the panicked Yang Qifeng hurriedly dodged.

One insisted, one dodged, back and forth three times.

Yang Qifeng looked up to the sky and sighed, his silver-white hair fluttered with the breeze, and he said lonely, "That's it, the poor road will leak the heavenly opportunity this time,"

"Madame is the mother of sages and sages, and she has great merits, which are recorded in his daily history and admired by the human race,"

"The rest of the poor people don't dare to say much," Yang Qifeng bowed to the woman,

Then he spoke loudly to the others, "The poor path is exhausted, don't come tomorrow,"

After speaking, he didn't wait for others to react, and in one step, he stepped out of the crowd, and in two steps, he had disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

A breeze blew, leaving only the woman and the man with a surprised look on their faces. (To be continued......)