[Comprehensive] Master is as beautiful as a picture

After the fight, Qin Jing sat on the stool, sipping tea leisurely with his legs crossed, very leisurely.Suddenly, there was a fortune teller passing by outside, on a huge piece of cloth was written "All the marriages in the world", her eyes flashed, and she wanted to rush out of the teahouse, but was stopped by Xiao Er.

"Girl, don't leave. If you offend that bully, she will definitely bring someone back. My teahouse will continue to do business. Who will protect us when you leave."

Qin Jing scratched his head in embarrassment, took a step back, and sat on the stool: "I'm waiting for someone, I won't leave. Please help the fortune teller come in."

The old Taoist was invited in by Xiao Er, and Qin Jing looked at the old Taoist with great interest: "Sir, can you really count all the marriages in the world?"

"If the calculation is inaccurate, no money will be charged." The old man stroked his beard, looking like he was calculating.

He is as immortal as he is, but he is not like an ordinary charlatan. Just believe it once, Qin Jing did not bring any money when he went out today, and Ye Mingzhu was also given to Xiao Er. The only valuable thing on his body was the thin hairpin on his head. The thin hairpin was placed on the table, made of sterling silver, with a red agate inlaid on it, which was enough to pay for fortune-telling.

The old Taoist handed over a blank piece of paper and asked her to write a word. Qin Jing smiled slightly, picked up a pen and wrote the word "sword", and then asked: "Then do you think I am destined to be destined to my master? If it's right, this is yours."

The old Taoist frowned slightly, and counted with his fingers: "Girl...Your fortune is difficult to tell. And this hexagram can't be counted by poor Taoists."

Numerology hard to say?Qin Jing raised his eyes and asked, "Why?"

The old Taoist's tone was slightly slow: "One day is a teacher and a lifelong father. How can I count my marriage with my master? If we talk about fate, there is naturally a relationship between master and apprentice."

Qin Jing snorted coldly, shook his head, saw a figure approaching in the distance, felt inexplicably excited in his heart, pointed at that person and said, "Look at that man in blue clothes and white hair, that's Master."

"This man's face is either immortal or noble. Young lady, you have nothing to do with him in this life." The old Taoist raised his brows and got up and wanted to leave. Qin Jing grabbed him and put the thin hairpin in his hand: "If there is a destiny , I want you to return this hairpin yourself, and you will report your Taoist number."

"Mt. Sumeru, the poor Taoist, ask the Immortal Hua." The old Taoist walked out of the teahouse with the cloth sail.

Ziyin and Xunhua passed by, Xunhua smiled warmly, Ziyin nodded slightly, as if they knew each other, but Qin Jing was confused and did not see the expressions of the two of them.

Xumi Mountain is familiar, anyway, it is from a certain sect of cultivating immortals, but I don't know who Master Xunhua is.Qin Jing was holding his breath as he thought about the words of no fate and no role, and he couldn't even notice Ziyin's approach.

"What are you doing?" Ziyin asked.

Qin Jing was startled: "Fortune-telling!"

There was a flash of light in Zi Yin's sleeve, and a piano popped out, and he put it on the table, "Some things are in my own hands, and the theory of fortune-telling is unbelievable."

Seeing that the qin was in good condition, Qin Jing was deeply moved. He stroked the strings of the qin and listened to Zi Yin's words. A thought came to his mind: She wants fate as well as part.

"Mn, this disciple would like to obey your master's order." Her brows and eyes were crooked, and a sweet smile appeared on her face, which was very sweet.He poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Master, drink tea."

Ziyin reached out to take it, looked around, felt something was wrong, and asked, "Why is it so deserted?"

"That's because I booked the entire teahouse." Qin Jing answered smoothly, rolling his dark eyes, and the fight must not be known to Master, it would really damage her ladylike image.

Of course, she must not know that in Zi Yin's heart, she and the word "lady" are completely incompatible.

"Girl, look!" Xiao Er exclaimed.

Qin Jing looked outside, her eyes widened. The scholar brought a dozen people to take revenge. She murmured, "It's over, it's over, so many people come at once, I can't beat them."

Zi Yin looked at Xiao Er and Qin Jing's tense expressions, and saw a group of people outside, pressing on the slightly swollen temples, and said helplessly, "What did you provoke just now?"

Qin Jing bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

At this time, the scholar pointed at Qin Jing and said angrily, "Father! It's the hot tea that this savage spilled on my face. Look at my skin is blistered. I wonder if it will leave scars."

The scholar's father went straight to Qin Jing: "It hurts my son!"

"Yes!" Qin Jing responded like a hero. After finishing speaking, he looked carefully at the scholar's father. He was tall and tall. Judging from the gait he walked just now, he must be a Lianjiazi, and he had deep internal strength. She reckoned that she must be Unable to beat her, she shrank back behind Zi Yin, so her temperament of being soft and afraid of hard was revealed again.Although he was a little scared, he was still unconvinced, poked his head out from behind Zi Yin, and said not to be outdone, "You must also know that your son is a good man, and he has the face to say that he is better than Pan An when he grows up like this Molested me, I pooh!"

The scholar's father stared and bared his teeth, he raised his hand and was about to slap it down.

"Master, help!" Qin Jing closed his eyes and tightened Zi Yin's sleeve.

But the palm didn't fall down for a long time, Qin Jing slightly opened his eyes and looked up, and saw Zi Yin lightly clasped the door of the connection with one hand, and the whole face of the man was distorted in pain, she turned sideways and couldn't help but look at Zi Yin , I saw him glaring angrily, and looking for his eyes, he saw that it was the scholar.

"It's him?" The words were very calm, but there were bursts of coldness in the eyes, and the hand that squeezed the pulse door became stronger and stronger. The man was already sweating in pain, Zi Yin let go of his hand seeing this Throwing him lightly, a group of people behind him caught him.The scholar helped his father, ordered the group of people who brought him, and said viciously: "Catch that woman, I will make her my wife, so that I can torture her, and let her taste the taste of being scalded by tea!"

As soon as they heard the order, everyone rushed forward with their swords in hand.

Seeing a group of people coming towards her with swords, Qin Jing was naturally a little scared. She looked up at Ziyin, as if asking for help: "Master, in fact, I..."

"Let's talk later, let me see how much you have improved your spells this year." Zi Yin stepped sideways and moved to one side, and those people also moved towards Qin Jing one after another.

The scholar said anxiously: "Don't cut your face..."

Qin Jing took out the Jiuxi Mirror and fought back vigorously. After all, one mirror is hard to defeat four hands, and it is not easy to defend a piece of land. There was the sound of crackling swords, and of course the sound of porcelain benches shattering. Xiao Er, the owner of the teahouse, Already ran out of the teahouse, sighing and sighing at what happened in the house, how much money was lost...

And these people didn't seem to have practiced ordinary kung fu, and they all seemed to be full of combat effectiveness.Qin Jing is like a dexterous butterfly hovering over the crowd, and the succession and transition are seamless. She has practiced this set of mirror skills like a fire, but this mirror skill can only be defended but not attacked, although there is no defeat. , but no chance of winning.

"Master, in fact, it's fine for you to come for this kind of fighting, it's really not suitable for me." Qin Jing was already sweating profusely, and glanced at Zi Yin who was drinking tea and watching a play leisurely.

Ziyin put the teacup aside and said calmly: "It's too hard to be a teacher, I'm afraid they will be disabled by accident."

Qin Jing suddenly felt unlucky, and secretly wiped away tears.

Zi Yin took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Calm the breath and restrain the mind, the spirit penetrates into the bones, the virtual is full, the left is empty, the right is full, the right is full, the left is empty, one fades and the other grows, stop with stillness, slow with speed, nine The mirror dance is light, and the air is injected into the mirror..."

Qin Jing listened to the illusory words, and after digesting for a while, as if with the help of God, the world turned around, Jinghua pulled back, and the blue streamer swept towards the crowd. The swords of the group broke instantly, and the people were thrown far away.

"Good guy, I never imagined that you can be so powerful." Carrying Jiuxi mirror in his arms, he kissed and danced at the same time.

Seeing this, Zi Yin frowned, walked to her side, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Be calm."

"Understood, understood..." Qin Jingjing seemed to be in trouble, but he was still holding Jiuxijing with a look of joy and intoxication.