Super Great Fortune Teller

Wang Qian did not deny master Zhao's words. He said with a faint smile, "you can think so."

"You! How dare you kill... " Master Zhao is about to get up.

But Wang Qian kicked him on the shoulder. "Go away. From now on, let me know that if you show Fengshui to others, I can't spare you. "

Master Zhao patted the dust on his body and looked at Wang Qian in horror. After he was sure that Wang Qian would not kill him, he turned and left.

Wang Qian is full of disdain, for this mole ant he did not care.

The village head invited the monk and Wang Qian to his home. Ten plates of delicious food were already on the table, all of which were chickens or ducks raised by the village head himself, as well as pigs.

After the monk and Wang Qian sat down, they were warmly entertained by the village head.

It's different from the kind of cold words when they first entered the village. Now the villagers in Chenjia village regard monks as heroes, and even Chen Lu's father is on the table.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Chen Sitong, the village head of Chenjia village, said respectfully, "please forgive me for neglecting Master Wang before."

Wang Qian said with a smile, "it's nothing. In fact, if you go to the geomantic omen Association, it won't cost you a lot of money, and the geomantic omen Association will also help monks."

Chen Sitong didn't know the relationship between Wang Qian and Fengshui Association. He shook his head and said with a smile, "you don't know, sir. I went to Fengshui Association before, but it seems that Fengshui association has encountered some trouble recently. Only a few young Feng Shui apprentices were left on duty. The feng shui masters didn't know where they had gone. "

"We all know that the geomancy association is a genuine geomancy master, but we can't invite them." Chen Sitong said here with a sincere smile on his face.

Wang Qian shook his head.

Half an hour later, Wang Qian drinks everyone on the table. Wang Qian just spits out his turbid breath, and the alcohol in his body is completely refined.

Wang Qian and the monk went out of the village head's house. Wang Qian said, "the monk is not easy."

The monk is carrying Chen Lu's father behind his back. Hearing Wang Qian's words, the monk said, "isn't it simple? Brother Qian, it's not easy. "

"It's obviously more than seven grades. Seven grades is enough to destroy a town. Besides, it's estimated that we will be in trouble tonight." Wang shengqian is deep.

When the monk heard this, he laughed: "what's the trouble? Tomorrow morning I'll pay 1 million yuan from the company's account to compensate for the losses in the village, and then I'm studying the matter of marrying Chen Lu..."

When Wang Qian heard the monk's words, he looked at Heshang mysteriously and said, "monk, you are really fast. I didn't expect that you have been a father since I left for only a few months."

"What's a father?" When the monk heard Wang Qian's words, he quickly looked around and said in a hurry, "don't talk nonsense!"

On the monk's back, father Chen said, "hmm? Being a father? Who became a father? "

The monk's face was covered with white sweat.

Fortunately, Chen Fu was so drunk that he just said something.

Wang Qian said with a smile, "you guy, you know what you've done."

The monk was afraid that Wang Qian was talking nonsense, so he ran to Chen Lu's house and put Chen Lu's father on the earthen Kang. Chen Lu finally let go.

"Master Wang, you can stay here tonight." Chen Lu has made up the bed for Wang Qian.

Wang Qian nodded and lay down.

At the same time, Bazhou city.

Royal entertainment KTV.

Master Zhao is sitting in a wheelchair, looking at several attendants in the KTV with a gloomy face.

When he thought of his experience during the day, master Zhao was very angry.

It is clear that Wang Qian is also an ordinary man. He still has talismans on him, but he just doesn't dare to do it. Even when Wang Qian says that he killed Zhao Ji, there is a kind of fear in master Zhao's heart.

This kind of anger and fear made master Zhao's heart feel as if he had pressed several stones.

Five minutes later, the door of master Zhao's private room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a long black shirt and yellow face came in.

The middle-aged man looks about 45 years old. He has deep lines on his face, and his eyes are as terrible as a dead fish.

After the man came in, master Zhao rushed out the waiters. He bowed to the man and said, "third uncle."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly to master Zhao. "Come to me in a hurry. What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man's voice is as ugly as an iron leaf rubbing in his throat.

Master Zhao had goose bumps all over his body, but he didn't dare to neglect him. He quickly said, "third uncle, I found the man who killed second uncle Zhao."

"What?" The middle-aged man immediately got up and grabbed master Zhao's collar. "Found it? Where is he? "

The middle-aged man's eye ground gradually floats red.Master Zhao coughed desperately.

The old master Zhao who let go of his clothes was called master Zhao sanchen.

Master Zhao coughed and said, "in chenjiacun, it's a boy named Wang Qian. That's all I know. "

"How can you be sure it's him?" The middle-aged man asked calmly.

"When I went there to see Fengshui today, he recognized the talisman I used!" Master Zhao did not dare to hide: "this boy can infer from the talisman that uncle Zhao Ji is here. He must have fought with Uncle Zhao!"

"Take me to have a look. I'd like to see what the boy is from!" The middle-aged man said, directly waved his sleeves and rolled up master Zhao, and the two appeared in the outer part of the nightclub.

In the night, two people's bodies are like two strange birds.

Chenjiacun is still in deep sleep.

"Third uncle, I'd better not go in. That boy is too evil. Although he looks like an ordinary man, I don't know why. Every time I see him, I feel a chill in my heart." Master Zhao could not help shivering when he thought of Wang Qian.

"Useless things!" The man, who was called the third uncle, looked at master Zhao with disdain and said, "you are an ordinary person who has no grade, so you will be afraid. For the practitioners, grade is an insurmountable gap. The boy seems to be less than 30 years old. At best, it's just a five grade guy. "

Master Zhao showed a flattering look on his face and said, "Uncle San is right. I don't think that boy can make any trouble in front of you."

When they arrived at the small bridge at the entrance of chenjiacun village.

Uncle Zhao specially looked at the Dragon chopping sword hanging under the bridge.

After Wang Qian finished the ritual in the daytime, he hung the Dragon chopping sword back. When he saw the Dragon chopping sword, uncle Zhao laughed and then just flicked his finger.

Hum!

A sharp sound wave appeared, and the Dragon chopping sword was directly shocked into powder by the sound wave between his fingers.