Retirement Tiandao Online Poverty Alleviation

The overpass was filled with half-immortals carrying small benches and propping up small tables, with large yellow and black banners hanging beside them.These half-immortals have yellow-haired hair dyed in keeping with the trend, and there are also traditional old men who wear sunglasses and melon skin hats and have moustache.

It just rained last night, and there was a lot of water on the uneven road under the bridge, and the small table was set up in such a way that it blocked all the roads that could be passed. : "Fortune telling?"

Qian Duoduo, who was wearing a white shirt and black shorts, was stuck in the middle, like a good student who was tricked into visiting the stall.

The business of Qianduoduo is not very lively today. After the rain, the weather turns cold, and there are many "magic fortune tellers" who come out to set up stalls, and the competition is particularly fierce.The old in this line of work are always more popular than the young, not to mention ordinary people, even He Yan saw Qian Duoduo and wanted to arrest him and go back to school to study honestly, instead of listening to him talking about luck and fate here.

He Qiyi looked at the bustling overpass, and heard a group of mortals with empty dantians talking about their birthdays, he couldn't help frowning: "This is... the place you found for me?"

"Don't worry, I won't make you squat on the flyover." He Yan patted He Qiyi's shoulder confidently, and walked to Qian Duoduo's booth.

He Qiyi looked at He Yan's back, turned his head and stared at his shoulder for a few seconds before following.

"Fortune-telling? You have a good eye! I'm the only one with real skills in this area. A bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates are here today. Let me tell you the guests..." Qian Duoduo raised his head and met He Yan's friendly smile, "He Yan Yan."

From Qian Duoduo's darkened pupils, He Yan seemed to see the banknotes flying away in front of his eyes.

"Business is not good?" He Yan asked.

"It's not bad. It's not at all! No! Do you understand!? Six hours, 32 minutes and [-] seconds..." Qian Duoduo glanced at his watch and roared, "It's been [-] seconds! Not a penny has been credited!"

Qian Duoduo hugged his head: "I haven't paid the water and electricity bills at home, and the master is not at home, so the rent is all on my head..."

"Don't you live in the house left by grandma, what rent do you pay?"

Qian Duoduo raised his head, looked up at He Yan, and said calmly: "It's not my rent, it's that bastard Xue Mao's!! Other masters give magic weapons and pills, but my master only sends bills! God! My money What evil did Duoduo do in his previous life! How could he meet such a person!"

"Xue Mao?" He Qiyi looked at Qian Duoduo and asked.

He Yan turned his head: "Do you know each other?"

He Qiyi shook his head: "In the old acquaintance, there was a Taoist priest surnamed Xue who created his own sect and mental method, but later died. According to his family rules and genealogy, the 1362nd generation of his own disciple should be called Xue Mao."

He Yan opened his mouth and asked, "...do you remember this too?"

"I didn't remember it deliberately. It's just that he asked me to make a calculation, saying that I was destined to be his disciple, and the word "Mao" was a single word. He joked with me that he might be his future disciple." He Qiyi said and looked at Qian Duoduo , "He told me that it was not a good fate. Now it seems that his account is quite accurate."

"My master is the 1362nd generation leader... Wait, what do you mean!?" Qian Duoduo jumped up, and the copper coins on the table turned twice, "You are the evil fate! I don't know how many years old I have lived!" Goblin! I warn you to stay away from us, He Yan!"

He Yan pulled Qian Duoduo and He Qiyi away, raised his head and asked He Qiyi seriously: "Why don't you do a calculation for the two of you first, I think your horoscope is backlash."

"Accordingly speaking, no one would rebel against the Dao of Heaven. Unless he was born rebellious and must be destroyed by heaven and earth." He Qi replied blankly, as if he was very objective and fair, but He Yan still noticed it from the way he looked at Qian Duoduo. There was a trace of contempt.

He Yan glanced at Qian Duoduo. Fortunately, He Qiyi's voice was relatively soft, especially the last half of the sentence, so Qian Duoduo didn't hear it all.

Qian Duoduo didn't bother to argue with ghosts, after all he couldn't beat He Qiyi, so he simply turned his head and asked He Yan Wanzun: "What's the matter? Did this ghost cause trouble for you?"

"No." He Yan replied immediately, to save the Taoist priest and god from fighting again.To be honest, He Yan sometimes felt like he brought back a fighting cock, and when he met, he was about to fight with the one at home.

"Isn't your master short of manpower? Can you see if He Qiyi is suitable?" He Yan said, patted He Qiyi on the shoulder, and said, "It can tell fortunes and solve puzzles. It's a living sign."

Qian Duoduo was immediately dissatisfied when he heard it: "What do you mean? I'm not a living sign with my master, why do you want a ghost with unknown origin? Do you think I look like a Taoist priest without him!"

He Yan turned his head to look at He Qiyi, who still looked like a fairy even though he was wearing a loose T-shirt and loose sweatpants, and then looked at Qian Duoduo, who was also in the same T-shirt and shorts, but looked like a rebellious young man playing truant. Ask with eyes: "What do you think?"

Qian Duoduo, who understood He Yan's eyes, grabbed a handful of charms and stuffed them into the box in grief and indignation: "Interview, interview!"

He Yan, who has two fighting cocks at home, said: Life is so difficult.