The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1020 I am Yan Tao, not Yan Tao 15
The Yan family has Chen Tuan's inheritance in hand, who can measure the sky, calculate the earth, measure people and fate.

The Yan family has rules. When they are adults, they will measure the fortunes of their descendants, and arrange their future work and even their future according to their fortunes.

But Yan Tao, as the son of the head of the family, has never been arranged.

A practitioner can count the heavens and the earth, but not himself.

This is true for all those who practice profound arts.

Yan Tao slightly moved her eyes.

Xiao Qi found a throne to sit on by herself, and said with a smile: "Master, what is your plan? You see how good it is for you to tell the future young lady directly. If you don't agree, you will be taken back. It's such a simple thing."

Gee.

This style is not like his master.

Dally, procrastinate.

Xiaoqi imitated the tone of an old man in his 70s, and sighed heavily.

Yantao...

The boy's fingers hanging by his side moved slightly.

Qin Zong him, there is still a catastrophe to come.

A life-threatening catastrophe, if you act rashly, any small mistake may lead to disaster.

Just like she used to be.

Yan Tao gently suppressed the surging emotions in her eyes, she leaned down slightly, held the tortoise shell and shook it lightly, with her palm tilted, the copper coins slid along the tortoise's mouth onto the table.

Gululu rolled around, then dumped on the table.

"Taoist Qingyang, this is my hexagram face."

Qingyang nodded, and slowly collected all the copper coins in order.

There are words in the mouth, divination and divination.

The more counted, Qingyang's rosy and healthy face slowly turned pale.

He slowly suppressed the smile in his eyes, and beads of sweat began to slowly form on his forehead.

The fate of this young man...

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly!
Among the people he has seen in his life, among the fortune-tellers, Qin Zong's fate is extremely precious, but extremely sinister.

This young man's fate is amazing, far surpassing Qin Zong.

Not only was her hit seven kills heavy, but she also faintly revealed the light that belonged to Ziweixing.

The light was extremely weak and was completely blocked by the seven murderous auras. If it wasn't for his high morals and the seal of the judge, he might not be able to measure even a little bit.

Qingyang Taoist's lips squirmed faster and slower, and at the end, his fingers trembled slightly, but his thumb never fell down.

Qin Zong's gaze stayed on Qingyang's sweaty face, his eyes tightened.

In the imperial capital, Qingyang can already be regarded as having the highest morality.

He seldom joined the world, and he only lived in Qingyang Temple on weekdays.

The Metaphysics Association had invited him many times, but Qingyang refused.

Qin Zong frowned. Many years ago, Gu He, who had not yet become the president, asked Qingyang for divination.

It only took Qingyang 3 minutes to end this hexagram.

Now, 10 minutes have passed.

The sandalwood was burning quietly in the room, Young Master Yan's peach blossom eyes contained a smile that was not a smile, and he pinched the teacup with his slender fingers, looking down at the smoke curling up from the cup.

Xiao Qi buttoned the small chair under her buttocks: Master, master, will this old man succeed? !

It is in a hurry.

It was Qingyang who answered it with a long sigh.

As the breeze blew past, Qingyang only felt a chill coming from his heart.

After a hexagram, the clothes on his back were completely soaked, and the spiritual energy in his body was completely drained by this hexagram.

I'm afraid that from today onwards, Taoism will not be used within half a year.

He smiled wryly.

I'm afraid I have to ask Black and White Wuchang to ask for leave tonight.

Qingyang was sitting upright on the futon, with a straight back, the gaze on the young man's face completely changed at this moment.

(End of this chapter)