Xuanmen Little Ancestor

Luo Qinglian smiled, and said, "You're kidding, we're here to do a social practice project, and it just so happens that we're still a little daft, so we might as well practice this."

The uncle looked at the young man with peach blossom eyes who seemed to have an imposing aura in front of him, and he couldn't help but have the desire to confide in him.

"Then do the math for me, whether my son can get into a good school." The uncle squatted down in front of the stall.

Luo Qinglian pinched her fingers in a dignified manner, then took out a bunch of lottery sticks and asked the uncle to shake out one.

The uncle shook it, and a bamboo stick fell out.

Rong Xinglan picked it up and looked at it, and it read: "A thousand pieces of gold can't buy Canglang water, and a tiger and a rabbit meet and return home in a big dream."

Rong Xinglan: "..."

What kind of sign language is this?The first half of the sentence is probably made up of two lines of poems, and the second half of the line is directly a line of character poems in the famous Red Chamber.

The uncle said curiously: "Little God, please explain, what does this mean?"

Luo Qinglian took the lottery, frowned slightly, and said, "My old man, your family is not harmonious."

The uncle was taken aback, scratched his head and said with a little shame: "Hey, my wife recently got divorced, and my son's academic performance has also dropped a lot, so it's a bit stumbling."

"It's not a bit of stumbling." Luo Qinglian shook her head, and said, "Once the sea was too difficult for water, except that Wushan is not a cloud, your wife and you have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and I don't think your family is poor, so I will marry you if I don't want anything. , you two definitely have nothing to say about your relationship."

"Oh, the little fairy is amazing." The uncle showed a look of surprise.

Although he still doesn't believe in fortune-telling, but if this little fairy can calculate these things without knowing him, then he must be quite capable.

"However, since you have developed in the past few years, your temper has also improved." Luo Qinglian said lazily: "In the past two years, you have often quarreled with your wife, right?"

"..." The uncle coughed and said, "Noisy, it's not because my son's puppy love affects his study. My wife actually helped him hide it after she found out. I can't see wasting time. Tell me, knowledge Changing my destiny, if I didn't study hard back then, where would I be today?"

"So, you blame your wife for your son's decline in grades. After all, your wife is a full-time wife." Luo Qinglian narrowed her eyes and said, "Because of this, your family is in a state of chaos. Your son is going to die next year." Did you pass the college entrance examination?"

"Yes, yes." The uncle nodded quickly, and said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be so anxious to get angry. Look at this, it's time for the college entrance examination soon, what kind of moth is this little brat doing all day long?"

"Next year is the Year of the Rabbit, and this year is the Year of the Tiger. Your son is likely to commit suicide by jumping off a building because of too much pressure from studying." Luo Qinglian's eyes turned cold, and she slapped the bamboo stick on the hexagram cloth, scaring the uncle into a panic: "The rotation of star officials in October, according to the Xuan calendar, is already the time when the tiger and the rabbit meet. These few days, you remember to be nice to your son. Even if his grades are poor, you can't stimulate his heart. Otherwise, you There will be no more sons!"

The uncle was stunned, as if panicked, and stammered, "What the hell? Why... Why is the excitement gone? My son's grades are indeed tomorrow, but this kid's mental quality has always been good. Impossible to commit suicide."

Luo Qinglian stretched out her slap and said, "I'll leave it here, just for these three days, you can keep an eye on it, but if you can't, there's nothing I can do."

The uncle was stunned and said, "You don't know how to coax me, do you?"

Luo Qinglian rolled her eyes and said, "If you hadn't become famous, went back to your hometown to build roads, led a group of villagers out of poverty and accumulated great merit, and were regarded as living gods by the locals, I wouldn't bother to talk to you so much Well. In our line of work, we generally don’t save people who want to die. If you really don’t believe me, I don’t have anything to say.”

The uncle gave Luo Qinglian 500 yuan suspiciously and anxiously, and left with a heavy heart.

Rong Xinglan looked at Luo Qinglian and said, "If you say that, you won't be afraid that someone will beat you up in anger?"

Some people can't listen to fortune tellers telling him bad things. If they say that their family members are about to die, they have to do it directly if they are not sure.

Therefore, fortune-telling is risky, and you need to be cautious when entering the industry.

Luo Qinglian clenched her fists, rolled up her sleeves, showed off her biceps, and said, "Look what this is."

Rong Xinglan glanced at it, and said, "Chicken leg meat."

Luo Qinglian twitched the corner of her mouth, and said, "Nonsense, look at this muscle, it's smooth and delicate, with a perfect curve, you only need to swing your fist over it, and those idiots who are desperate and want to find fault will rise to heaven in place."

Rong Xinglan: "..."

Luo Qinglian put down her sleeves, and said: "In our line of work, we must not only be able to pinch and count, but also be able to fight and kill. Otherwise, in case of emergencies, we can only sit and wait to be beaten. In the early years, Xuan A warlock knows a peerless martial art, do you know what it's called?"

"What's your name?" Rong Xinglan asked.

"It's called Taxue Wuhen!" Luo Qinglian babbled nonsense, "The peerless lightness kung fu secret in the world is the kind specially used for escaping."

Rong Xinglan: "..."

Simply put.

After setting up a stall with Luo Qinglian all afternoon, Rong Xinglan got to know Luo Qinglian a lot better.

"This little white-eyed wolf seems to be really powerful." Rong Xinglan called Rong Jiuxiao when he arrived at the school, and said in surprise: "He can still see that he has twins, which is really interesting."

Rong Jiuxiao laughed and said, "Why, San Shao has learned a lot today?"

"It's really knowledgeable." Rong Xinglan smacked his tongue and said, "This little brat, I am willing to bow down to my tricks, and even the dead can be said to be alive."

Rong Jiuxiao said, "He's very talkative."

Rong Xing asked anxiously: "Second brother, does Luo Luo have a deep love for you, and is he still chasing you madly?"

Rong Jiuxiao paused for a moment, and said, "Since when did you become such a gossip?"

Rong Xinglan said: "I'm concerned about you and the little white-eyed wolf. But I think the little white-eyed wolf is quite funny, why don't you think about him?"

"You think he's pretty good, and he still eats a little white-eyed wolf?" Rong Jiuxiao said lightly: "Change this name, and look at people less with colored glasses."

"..." Rong Xinglan made a sharp cut, and said, "He's not even in a relationship yet, and he's already protecting him. It seems that my own brother will step aside from now on."

Rong Jiuxiao said calmly, "It's good that you know."

Rong Xinglan: "..."

Rong Xinglan hung up the phone cursing.

Luo Qinglian is simply poisonous, she must have bewitched Rong Jiuxiao.

………………

Song family.

Recently, the Song family has been in trouble. Ever since Song Peng woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and had a finger print on his neck, he has encountered strange things for a week in a row.

First, when he was walking on the road, something fell down for no reason, which almost killed him. Then, the car continued to blow out tires and almost had a car accident.

The most terrible thing is that when Song Peng fell asleep every day for a week, he could dream of a male ghost dressed in white and whose face could not be seen clearly, asking him to go down and be his wife.

Song Peng's face was as pale as a ghost, with dark circles around his eyes, just like Song Xiaoyan's previous state.

However, the attitude of the Song family is completely different.

"It's all about you, the bereaved star. You should have a marriage contract with that dead ghost, but in the end, it ended up on my son." Mrs. Song angrily picked up the cup and threw it at Song Xiaoyan, furiously said: "You Say, is it the ghost of that shitty celestial master you mentioned last time?"

Song Xiaoyan looked at her indifferently, and said, "Maybe, that dead ghost has taken a fancy to your son."

"Fart!" Mrs. Song scolded: "My son, it is impossible to be someone's daughter-in-law in a yin marriage. You should call quickly and let that damned stinky Taoist priest come over. I will let him give me an explanation!"

Song Xiaoyan said: "Didn't you think this marriage was good before? Why is it a different person now, and it changes?"

Mrs. Song gave Song Xiaoyan a blank look, and said, "I only have this son, and I want to marry a wife to inherit the family business. How could I agree to this marriage?"

Song Xiaoyan smiled wryly, and said, "Could it be that I'm not your daughter?"

Mrs. Song glanced at Song Xiaoyan, took a deep breath and said: "Girl, after all, you are going to marry out. In the future, the son will be the one who will carry on the family line. It's not that mother doesn't love you, but you have to think about the entire Song family, right?"

Song Xiaoyan was completely disappointed in Mrs. Song, so she called the phone number Luo Qinglian had left for her.

………………

"Business is here." Luo Qinglian raised her eyebrows, ended the game, and said to Rong Jiuxiao next to her: "Brother Jiu, can you take me out for a while?"

Although it took more than a month to seize the house, Luo Qinglian still hadn't passed the driver's license test.

On the phone, the Song family was already in dire straits, and the male ghost of the Ye family was about to take away Song Peng's soul. Song Xiaoyan begged Luo Qinglian to solve it as soon as possible.

Rong Jiuxiao put down his laptop, looked at Luo Qinglian and said, "Are you here for business?"

Luo Qinglian hooked her lips, and said: "A wonderful family of parents, ten years ago arranged a shady marriage for the youngest daughter, to transfer luck to the family. But recently, for some reason, that ghost bridegroom just fell in love with that family again. The son of the son, the family is quitting again."

Rong Jiuxiao: "..."

He had reason to suspect that Luo Qinglian, the big ghost, was the one behind the scenes that the ghost groom suddenly became gay.

Rong Jiuxiao was also a little interested, so he got up and said, "Let's go and have a look together."

The Song family's house is located in a mid-to-high-end villa area. It looks completely different from the house Song Xiaoyan rented last time, full of money.

Before Luo Qinglian entered, she heard the sound of arguing inside.

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't insisted on getting engaged to some Ye family, my son wouldn't be what he is now!"

"It's obviously Xiaoyan who is engaged, someone must have tampered with it!"

Luo Qinglian raised her eyebrows, rang the doorbell, and slapped the door open.

When Rong Jiuxiao saw Luo Qinglian was knocking on the door, he sent a burst of true energy towards the lock. Unexpectedly, Luo Qinglian actually had the unique skill of unlocking.

Luo Qinglian walked in swaggeringly, and saw Song Xiaoyan, Song's parents, and Song Peng standing in the room.

"I heard that someone invited me to see Feng Shui?" Luo Qinglian scanned around and asked.

"Master Luo, you're here." Song Xiaoyan forced herself up, and said, "This is the Master Luo I mentioned, and he also told me the method to dissolve the engagement."

Mrs. Song thought that the liar was a bad old man, but she didn't expect it to be a young child. She frowned and said, "Young people nowadays, why don't they learn well, but come to do some crooked jobs?"

Song Peng's eyes were dull, looking at Luo Qinglian, he suddenly saw the golden light on his head.