First-class Celestial Master [Rebirth]

Wu Tan's stature was created by Xu Chen, and died by Zhou Xiaoping. The husband and wife changed the beginning and the end when they died. It is a bit of a twist of fate to say it carefully.

After the evil situation was broken, although Zhou Tongdu suppressed the remaining evil spirits under Taomu Gangmao's Zhu Rong's divine power, it was not a long-term solution. He told Yan Qi to place some wild beasts, unicorns, Jin Chan and others exorcised evil spirits, after ten days and half a month, almost completely eliminated the legacy of Wu's greed and self-defense.

The faces that many employees saw that day couldn't remember clearly before they had survived the night. Everyone vaguely remembered what they saw last night, but they didn't have any impression when they said it carefully.The victim in this incident, Zhou Xiaoping, was reported to the police. The death was tragic but very strange. Although the abdomen was fatally wounded, the inner thighs were covered with bruises that were scratched out by something that seemed to be drilled out of the vagina. Scars, and the child in the womb died a few months ago after testing. The personnel involved in solving the case were in panic, and finally they were taken over by a certain department of the country. This is a later story.

Wang Yong, the only one who narrowly escaped from the dead, ran to the prison and surrendered himself, claiming to have seen the soul of the person he killed, and if he did not atone for his crime, he would tear him up. Has become insane, insane.

And Yan Qi's grandson, Yan Hai, was naturally affected by Wu Guanshou's stature because Zhou Tong used his birthday horoscope. It is said that the impact is not too serious, but he will suffer from illness for about a month in a row. It's just a cold, a fever, and weak limbs. It's fine to be honest at home for a few days.

When it comes to the handling of Hai Rui Building, Yan Qi is still stubborn. Even if such a big thing happened, he still insisted on not demolishing it. Zhou Tong stopped talking to Yan Qi.

As a result, that night, Yan Qi dreamed that he was shuttling through the building. First, his head was cut off by a huge scythe that fell from the sky, and then he became a headless male corpse. A puddle of meat paste.

Having had the same dream for three consecutive days, Yan Qi finally couldn't hold it anymore, and asked the government to apply for demolition with a tired expression, and temporarily moved the employees to another building. After asking Zhou Tong to read Feng Shui, he invited several The construction team immediately worked non-stop to build the building.

Yan Qi was busy, and wanted to invite Zhou Tong to dinner, but Zhou Tong politely refused. Yan Qi offered a lot of money to thank Zhou Tong. After Zhou Tong collected the money, he said to Yan Qi with a smile on his face: "Boss Yan, welcome! Come next time."

Yan Qi shivered, and there was a helpless wry smile on his always serious face.

It is enough to experience such a thing once in a lifetime.

***

In "Lvyi", the proprietress Duanmuqiu was lazily lying on the recliner, puffing on the cigarette stick, without even bothering to raise her eyelids.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. It rained a while ago, and it will soon be summer.

The young man with a serious expression frowned and sat beside Duanmuqiu, kneading Duanmuqiu's long legs with a pair of slender hands, and massaged Duanmuqiu again and again reluctantly.

Duanmuqiu let out a comfortable ouch, seeing the young man frowned and his serious expression on his face remained unchanged, he shook his legs unwillingly, took the ashes out of his pipe, and said, "I said my nephew , if you don't like it, just say it, why is it like crying when your aunt asks you to pinch your leg?"

The young man's facial features moved, trying to soften his reserved expression a bit, and he pulled the corner of his lower lip, trying to show a flattering smile from the younger generation.

Duanmuqiu's cigarette stick lightly touched the young man's cheek, and said, "Don't, it's more like mourning. Forget it, I haven't seen you for so many years, and your aunt doesn't make things difficult for you. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Auntie." The young man sat on the wicker chair in a standard posture, with his hands flat on his knees, "my nephew came here this time to ask my auntie. It will be my mother's death day in more than a month." I hope that this year my aunt will be willing to go home with me to visit my mother, my mother has been looking forward to you for more than ten years, if she knows, she will be very happy."

"Look at her?" Duanmuqiu sneered, but there was some loneliness hidden in her obsidian-like beautiful eyes, "She broke up with me as a sister because of a man, why did I go to see her?"

"My mother is sorry for my aunt, but I know that my mother has always missed my aunt. Before she died, she kept saying that she wanted to see her. After so many years, this wish has never been fulfilled."

"...she still misses me?" Duanmuqiu tapped the cigarette stick in his hand on the jade ashtray, again and again, in a rapid rhythm, "What does she miss me? I haven't seen you for so many years, I have long forgotten What is she like now?"

"My mother has never forgotten it." The young man said slowly, "Jade has five virtues. It is moist to warm and benevolent. My mother said that in this world, the person who is most suitable for jade is my aunt."

"She can still talk as before." Duanmuqiu chuckled and didn't say any more. The young man raised his eyes to look at her and asked cautiously, "What does auntie mean?"

"Let's talk again, I'll see if I'm free." Duanmuqiu exhaled a puff of smoke, "Is there anything else?"

The young man bowed his head to think for a while, and finally nodded, "There's nothing else to do." He saw Duanmuqiu's expression darkened, and he couldn't figure out what the capricious aunt was thinking, so he said, "If my aunt bothers me I'll leave first, so as not to hinder my aunt's eyes."

Duanmuqiu grabbed the young man's wrist, his slender willow eyebrows frowned, "You really have nothing else to do?"

The young man was stunned, his dark eyes filled with confusion, Duanmuqiu sighed, and let go of the young man's wrist, "I already know the hexagram that the old godmother calculated for you."

"Oh." The young man let out a sigh of relief, "I thought it was something that offended my aunt, and it turned out to be this matter."

"This matter?" Duanmu Qiuyang raised his voice, "Your grandma can't figure it out, do you think it's a trivial matter? She has been guarding against our meeting, but this time she sent you to find me this time, not just for Let me go to see my sister because of the incomprehensible hexagrams on you, right? Why don't you mention it? I feel that I can't figure out the hexagrams that the old godmother can't figure out? "

"No." The young man explained calmly, "I know my aunt doesn't like our Han family, and I don't want to embarrass my aunt."

Duanmuqiu: "..."

Duanmuqiu looked at the serious and serious young man in front of her, and sighed silently. She stuffed a piece of jade into the young man's hand, stood up, and lazily said: "The hexagram is foggy, so I can count it too." If you don’t come out, you have a disaster of blood and light, but there is no doubt. Take this jade jue carefully. If it meets someone and turns brighter, then that person is a benefactor who can help you cross the catastrophe. Take it carefully and don’t lose it. .”

Han Qiqing took the jade from Duanmuqiu with both hands, and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

"It's okay." Duanmuqiu said with Han Qiqing on his back, "I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap, you can go."

"Yes, Auntie." Han Qiqing just walked to the door, looked at Duanmuqiu worriedly, and asked again, "Mother's death date?"

"Are you annoying? The people of your Han family just hate it. If I promise, I will definitely go. Don't ask any more."

"Okay." Han Qiqing smiled when he heard the words, put Yujue into the kit bag and put it in his pocket, and left the Luyi shop with very light footsteps.

After Han Qiqing left, Duanmu Qiuliu's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, almost kneading together, she looked up at the sky and blinked, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

***

Zhou Tong sat leisurely in the bus. The weather was fine, the sky outside was clear and cloudless. He climbed a mountain early in the morning. He had just come down from the mountain. The fresh air in his stomach had not yet digested, and he was dazzled by the warm sunshine outside the window. According to, feel comfortable all over.

Seeing Zhou Tong lazily leaning on the back of the bus seat, Yingying teased, "You can be so contented with taking a bus, you really don't pursue it."

"Yeah, I didn't pursue it." Zhou Tong said with a smile, "It's just for nostalgia. I used to take this bus when I was in elementary school. At that time, my father was still alive, and my health was not that bad. Later, I couldn’t go to particularly crowded places, and I couldn’t breathe well when the air was turbid.” Zhou Tong took a breath of fresh air, and the fragrance of flowers penetrated his nostrils, Zhou Tong moaned comfortably, and said, “It’s better to be spring.”

A branch of peach blossom suddenly scratched the window glass of the car, and a peach blossom was drawn in. Zhou Tong pinned the peach blossom beside the head of the halberd and said with a smile, "It's so beautiful."

Shadow: "..." After blowing the peach blossoms away with air, Shadow cursed: "Be careful that a bunch of people will come up in a while."

Zhou Tong was still smiling. Following the bus stop sign, there was a crowd of people on the side of the road, all of them were heads. Zhou Tong suddenly remembered that the upcoming stops were peak stops, a bunch of students and office workers.

Seeing the crowd rushing into the car like crazy, Zhou Tong immediately squeezed the loose car like a can of sardines, and said helplessly, "Crow's Mouth."

The shadow smiled viciously and sneaked into the beard, disappearing without a trace.

The bus drove forward for another two or three stops, and a familiar figure came up. Zhou Tong sat at the back and looked at the people coming.

"It's that Han Qi." Zhou Tong thought to himself, "What is he doing here?"

Although the bus driver had the heart to drive F1 and drove the old bus out of the speed and shaking range of a professional racing car, Han Qi remained unmoved and was nailed to the ground like a driven wooden stake.But he seemed to be a little distracted, holding on to the armrest and staring blankly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Zhou Tong looked at it for a while, hesitating whether to say hello to Han Qi, at this moment, Zhou Tong keenly noticed that a person squeezed beside Han Qi, and that hand was skillfully moving through the crowded crowd, towards Han Qi. fumbled in the pocket of his trousers.