The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

When Shang Jing walked out of the Bai family gate with Yanjiu in his arms.

Just in time to meet the disciples from Zhaoyao Mountain, the two disciples stood far away and watched as Shang Jing took his junior uncle away.

Immediately, the two disciples inquired about what had just happened and immediately relayed the whole story to Gu Qizhou.

Gu Qizhou was silent for a moment, and then with the heart of a Bodhisattva, he said warmly:

"It's your fault, you two don't come back now.

Stay in Yanyang for now. If your junior uncle is in need, I can help you.

But your little uncle is not as kind-hearted as the master.

He may strike harder. After all, it is your junior uncle who has been wronged this time. Even if his methods are cruel, don't take it too seriously. "

The two disciples followed Shan Ruliu: "Master, I understand."

……

Shangjia, under the big peach tree, is still as warm as spring in the middle of winter.

The little flower on A Tao's head swayed: "Ah, what happened to Yanjiu? Is he about to die again?"

Shang Jing looked at Yanjiu sleeping silently.

A Tao was so sensible that he didn't ask any more questions, but stretched out his branches, and peach blossoms grew from the branches.

The peach petals slowly dissipated in Yanjiu's wound.

Alas, Ah Tao thought, ever since he met Yanjiu, his peach petals have grown faster than they have fallen off, and he is about to go bald.

After being injured this time, Yanjiu slept for three days in a row and woke up in the evening of the third day. At that time, Shang Jing was sitting next to him reading a book.

Yanjiu opened his eyes for a full ten minutes before his eyes slowly focused and his consciousness slowly returned.

Shang Jing slowly put down the book in his hand and picked up the tea beside him. He pretended not to care and asked:

"Why are you so angry at the Penitence Pavilion?"

Yanjiu raised his arm, put his hand on the ruby ​​​​on his chest, and said softly:

"The flower that Bai Xinglu trampled was the fragment of my mother's soul."

Shang Jing's hand holding the tea paused, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Yanjiu looked at the ceiling and continued:

"This is the first time in my life that I am so angry. It doesn't feel very good to be angry."

It was a feeling of complete loss of control. Yanjiu's mood had always been calm. It was really ridiculous to be "angry" for the first time.

Yanjiu turned his head and looked at Shang Jing, and he suddenly realized: "It seems that you are the one who saves me every time."

Shang Jing looked away and muttered to himself: "Who makes you so stupid? You get hurt inexplicably every time."

Suddenly, Shang Jing realized that it wasn't that Yanjiu was always injured inexplicably, but that the world seemed to be a little malicious to him.

Therefore, Shang Jing took a sip of tea, but he still felt that his words were dry:

"Actually, it's not your fault. It's the fault of others. You've already done a good job."

It can be clearly seen that Yanjiu's body on the bed stiffened for a moment.

This sentence was completely unlike what came out of Shang Jing's mouth, and the atmosphere in the air began to become weird.

The world was quiet, and Monk Yanjiu and Kyoto stopped talking.

Some ambiguous atmosphere slowly transpired in the air, but both of them were extremely unfamiliar with ambiguity, so they couldn't tell that this weird atmosphere was called ambiguity.

All he could do was let the weirdness continue to spread. Shang Jing's mouth was dry and he drank two glasses of cold water in a row.

But the birds were still chirping outside the window.

After a long time, Yanjiu continued to mutter:

"Don't save me next time."

Shang Jing looked at Yanjiu with confusion. He grasped the key point of Yanjiu's words: "Next time? What else are you going to do?"

Yanjiu turned over, his back to Shang Jing, and his body curled up:

"I'm going to touch the children of the Bai family, and I don't know if something will go wrong."

Shang Jing understood: "You want to seek revenge from Bai Xinglu?" After a while, Shang Jing continued to ask as if nothing had happened: "Do you need my help?"

Yanjiu put the quilt over his head and said dullly: "No need."

Shang Jing wondered: "I didn't mess with you, why are you covered with the quilt?"

Yanjiu felt that he had been behaving strangely and unreasonably recently.

Therefore, he lifted the quilt again and expressed his knowledge of the Bai family in the calmest tone:

"As long as Bai Xiucheng doesn't interfere, the Bai family will be just like that. It's just an older family, nothing special..."

Yes, Bai Xiucheng, when Feng Yang was here, Feng Yang was the most powerful being in the warlock world.

Now that Feng Yang is dead, Bai Xiucheng is probably the next one.

……

Half a month later, the New Year is approaching, and everything is full of joy.

Yanjiu's injuries healed a lot, and everyone gradually forgot about that day at the Pavilion of Repentance. Yanjiu was covered in blood and looked as gorgeous as a fairy.

Bai Xinglu only whispered about Yanjiu ten days ago.

He complained: "Is life worse than death? Who does Yanjiu think he is? What kind of trouble can he cause? A waste with no spiritual power at all."

The second aunt of the Bai family said sarcastically:

"Lu Lu, what do you care about that loser? Whatever ability he has, he will just have a good time.

The top priority now is to take your position as a hexagram master.

It would be best to squeeze Bai Xingjian out of the decision-making center of the Bai family. Their team has been arrogant for too long. "

Bai Xinglu was a little proud: "Mom, don't worry, I'm different from those ordinary people."

Mrs. Bai's face looked proud: "My son is amazing."

In Xiangzhao Bookstore, Yanjiu is writing a letter, while Qing'an is reading a book on hexagrams.

As if remembering something, Yanjiu raised his head and said to Qing'an: "Qing'an, you recently went back to the mountain to stay for a few days."

Qing'an was puzzled: "Uncle Junior?"

Yanjiu rubbed Qing'an's hair: "You are a good boy, and it is not suitable for you to see your junior uncle look bad."

Qing'an: "..." His junior uncle seemed to be stroking the dog's hair.

Yanjiu always felt that Qing'an's integrity was a rare thing.

After all, Qing'an was brought up by Gu Qizhou, and it was already difficult not to grow crooked, so he shouldn't lead him to the wrong side.

However, Qing'an here disagrees:

"It doesn't matter, the master told me when we went down the mountain, he said that you have a very bad temper and bad conduct, little master.

Master wants me to learn to get used to this and not to cause trouble to you, little uncle. "

Yan Jiupi smiled but said: "Haha, your master is really considerate."

Qing'an looked full of admiration: "Master is the best person in the world."

Yanjiu: "..." The worst hypocrite.

……

These days, the new year is approaching and everything is renewed.

Rich families often like to calculate their fortunes for the next year at this time.

Yuan De is dead, and Bai Xinglu is highly sought after as a rising star. Recently, he has been invited by many families to tell fortunes, and his fortune telling is extremely accurate.

Bai Xinglu was a little carried away for a while, but now when he goes out, others will call him master, even if they are decades older than him.

Bai Xinglu's desire for profit reached its peak, and he felt that he was omnipotent.

But when he was most proud, everything changed - because of Mr. Xiangzhao.