"Mr. Zheng, please tell me that whether it's studies, career, or marriage, our Yantian Sect can count."

"My master specializes in this way, and relieves many people's worries and sorrows. There will be no mistakes, just leave it to me."

Seeing that Zhengzhou hadn't spoken, Zhao Ju'er tentatively asked: "My lord, do you want to calculate your career?"

Zhengzhou shook his head.

Zhao Juer guessed again: "Could it be your studies? Young Master, you are already past the age to take the imperial examination, and with your talent, even if you don't take the imperial examination, you will still be the number one scholar in Song Dynasty."

Zhengzhou shook his head again.

"Ah." Zhao Ju'er suddenly exclaimed, blushing in embarrassment, clasping her hem tightly with her hands: "Young master, do you think it's marriage?"

Zhengzhou continued to shake his head.

Zhao Ju'er heaved a sigh of relief, for some reason, she still had some regrets in her heart.

"Can you ask your master to calculate when I will die?" Zheng Zhou finally asked.

Zhao Ju'er hurriedly said: "Mr. Zheng lived a hundred years, how could he die? From my point of view, Mr. Zheng is born with a long life personality, so everything will be safe."

Zhengzhou asked seriously: "Can this fate be changed?"

Zhao Ju'er was in trouble: "Isn't this destiny good enough?"

"I just said it casually, I don't know the horoscope of the young master yet."

Zheng Zhou waved his hand: "Forget it, let's clean up the mess."

At this time, the storefront was in a mess.

All Li You Dao Sect practitioners including Lin Jun were beheaded by the golden dragon.

Its power is surprisingly terrifying.

Only the three Li You Dao Sect practitioners who were there were hiding in the corner, trembling with their heads in their hands.

The golden dragon has returned to its nest, the chessboard has returned to its original appearance, and all the chess pieces have disappeared.

Zhengzhou kicked his feet, came to the three practitioners and asked, "Do you still dare to kill me?"

The three of them hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, Mr. Zheng is a Wenqu star who came down to earth, and we were also deceived by lard, so we dared to kill Mr. Zheng. Please forgive us this time." !"

The three of them were about to cry, the golden dragon left a deep impression on them.

Completely broke through the psychological defense of these three people.

Zhengzhou hates iron but not steel: "Trash!"

"Yes, yes, we are indeed trash. Mr. Zheng is a Wenqu star descending to earth. Compared with you, we are the biggest trash in the Central and Wide Area. Your lord has a lot of them. Just treat us as farts and let them go."

Wen shit!

Zheng Zhou rubbed the center of his brows, feeling surprisingly bored.

Trouble is trouble, but there is nothing to do.

"What did you all see just now?" Zheng Zhou squatted in front of them and asked in a low voice.

"We didn't see anything. We don't know how Lin Jun died." The three of them were most afraid of Zhengzhou's words: Dead people are the safest.

However, Zheng Zhou stepped forward and said: "Lin Jun died because of me, and more than [-] practitioners of Li You Dao Sect were also killed by my own hands. Didn't you all see it?"

The leading young practitioner among the three asked tentatively, "Should we see it?"

Zhengzhou's nasal voice draws out: "Huh?"

The man immediately understood, knelt down and kowtowed and said, "I see, we all saw it, Mr. Zheng is a Wenqu star who came down to earth, and killed them with a chessboard and a nine-dragon opera array."

Zhengzhou nodded in satisfaction, stood up and said, "I also said the same thing when I returned to Liyou Daozong, do you understand?"

"Understood, I understand, don't worry, we will definitely do it."

Zheng Zhou glanced away indifferently: "Go away."

The dignified Li You Dao Sect practitioners walked away as if they had received an imperial decree.

At the moment, apart from the corpses all over the floor and Mo Jie and Zhao Ju'er, only Yan Tianzong's traitors remained.

Zhengzhou didn't know how to undo his immobilization spell and didn't bother to study it.

He asked Zhao Ju'er to light the smoke, summoned Tiance's flying general, and prepared to leave.

Before Tiance Fei arrived after hearing the news, Zhengzhou suddenly discovered that Mo Jie, who had been silent all this time, was repacking the strange stationery items scattered all over the floor into his back basket.

Before coming to Hualiu Lane together, Mo Jie had to let him bring these things no matter what he said.

It seems that the problem lies with Mo Jie.

Mo Jie was still cleaning up, Zheng Zhou squatted in front of him, smiling warmly: "Aren't you going to explain?"

Mo Jie froze immediately, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart: "Young master is really a star of Wenqu, and these ordinary stationery utensils are all contaminated with immortality because of you."

Zhengzhou yelled angrily: "Be honest, or I will drive you out of the prime minister's mansion, and don't plan to use the master to suppress me. If I insist on doing something, he can't stop me."

Mo Jie stroked the Confucian weapon in his palm, thinking about why Zhengzhou was so furious, and at the same time evaluating whether Zhengzhou's fury was enough for him to tell the truth.

After a while, Mo Jie regained his clarity, and said in a low voice: "Returning to the young master, these things are actually Confucian utensils used by the great Confucians of the day, and they were given to me by the master. And I know."

Zheng Linyuan!It really is you!

Zhengzhou has risen from the ground, and I can't wait to go to the Jinluan Palace of the Song Dynasty to ask him why he always ruins his own good things!

Still not a real dad?

But thinking of that scene, Zheng Zhou shook his head and smiled wryly, it was too embarrassing, and it was easy to not explain clearly.

Zhengzhou knelt down again: "Mo Jie, based on what you have known the master for so many years, what does he value most?"

Mo Jie did not hesitate: "That must be you, young master."

Zhengzhou suppressed his anger: "Except for me?"

Mo Jie thought for a while, then whispered: "That may be Confucianism and Taoism. You may not know that the master attaches great importance to Confucianism and Taoism. Compared with the master, Wang Wengong of the Imperial College is worse than that child."

Mo Jie found that after he finished speaking, the corners of Zheng Zhou's mouth curled into a weird smile.

That smile made his skin crawl.

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