Super Great Fortune Teller

Wang Qian was cooking these pots of herbs in the basement at this time. Because Wang Qian's formula was authentic, the herbs he needed were extremely precious. Now, with the development of modern society, the materials of those herbs are less and less.

Even with Wang Qian's current financial resources, there is no place to collect those medicinal materials.

Today's Wang Qian specially changed several herbs in Jinyang Danye, removed those precious herbs and replaced them with some common herbs.

These traditional Chinese medicines are all planted artificially. It has to be said that their medicinal power is much worse than that of wild traditional Chinese medicines. Fortunately, Wang Qian and the velvet antler sent by President Qi have very strong medicinal properties.

"I don't know what the effect will be after changing these main medicines." Wang Qian looked at the medicine juice in the induction cooker and said to himself.

The medicine juice in the induction cooker is emitting small bubbles.

"Right now!" Wang Qian's eyes were fixed.

The velvet antler in hand is put into the induction cooker.

The original fragrance of the medicine juice is very good. After adding deer antler, the whole basement is filled with a kind of fragrant medicine fragrance.

Wang Qian came forward to pick up the juice and run the pure Yang Wuji skill. Under the operation of the skill, he saw that the juice in the pot cooled down at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Qian picked up the juice and sipped it lightly. His eyes brightened: "it's 80% effective

Because the raw materials of Jinyang elixir are too difficult to find, Wang Qian's practice progress in recent days is slow. Now Wang Qian has been promoted to the level of five grade prime minister, and he needs twice as much elixir as before. With Wang Qian's current practice method, I'm afraid he needs to drink 10 bottles of elixir a day.

Ten bottles is tens of millions. If you drink tens of millions a day, even Wang Qian can't bear it.

If the prescription of Jinyang Danye could be improved, for Wang Qian, the benefits would be unimaginable.

Just at this time, Han Feilin called, and Wang Qian answered the phone somewhat puzzled. According to his estimation, the geomantic omen of that school will take at least one day to solve.

Han Feilin came over the phone with a slightly hoarse voice: "Master Wang, are you at home now?"

Wang Qian heard Han Feilin's words, some strange said: "in, what's the matter? Do you have any problems with Fengshui? "

Han Feilin sighed at the end of the phone and said, "Master Wang, things have become a little complicated."

"Oh?" Hearing Han Feilin say so, Wang Qian frowned and said, "come to me first."

Han Feilin said: "Master Wang, not only myself, but also those Feng Shui Masters in Pengcheng have come to see you. They all want to talk about the past with Master Wang."

Wang Qian thought about it and said, "yes, come along."

Wang Qian told Han Feilin his villa address.

Han Feilin and those feng shui masters came to Wang Qian's villa in Xinghu Bay not long after.

With a few business cars parked at the door of the villa, Han Feilin led seven or eight gray haired and retro feng shui masters out of the car. These feng shui masters are not ordinary people. As soon as they got out of the car, they felt the difference of Wang Qian's villa.

Master Songqing said to Han Feilin: "Lao Han, do you see that? The villa in which Master Wang lives is full of dragon spirit. "

Han Feilin nodded and said: "yes, I've come here to show Fengshui to people, but I didn't pay attention to this villa. I didn't expect that the dragon spirit of this villa was so obvious in the daytime!"

Several other masters also nodded in succession.

Han Feilin went to the door of Wang Qian's villa and knocked on it.

Wang Qian had just drunk the improved Jinyang elixir in the basement. Before Chunyang Wuji was finished, he ordered Mo Cuicui: "Cuicui, open the door."

Mo Cuicui is already a housekeeper. She floats to the door and opens it.

Mo Cuicui found that there were about ten old men and a young man standing outside the door. She called to Wang Qian, "master, there are a group of old men looking for you."

Wang Qian just finished running the pure Yang Wuji for a few weeks, got up from where he was and rushed to the first floor.

And Song Qing and Han Feilin are already stupid. These people can see Mo Cuicui's identity.

Raising a female ghost as a servant at home? Few people dare to do it!

Even when Mo Cuicui opened the door, Han Feilin's hair stood up. The evil smell of Mo Cuicui made Han Feilin and others shudder.

A few people all Leng in there.

"You Is it a ghost Han Ping looks at Mo Cuicui pale.

"What else?" Mo Cuicui looks at Han Ping with an idiotic look.

Han Ping

Han Feilin

Song Qing

The rest of the people are:

Until Wang Qian appeared on the first floor, Mo Cuicui quietly retreated, these individuals just a little bit stable.

Songqing said: "Master Wang, that was..."Wang Qian nodded and said, "yes, it's a second-class spiritual cultivation."

Hiss

There was a sound of pumping air backward.

This life is too tough.

Songqing, in particular, is in the field of Feng Shui. He hears a lot of news and hearsay. Songqing also knows a little about the level of cultivation. He says to Wang Qian, "Master Wang, you are a servant of spiritual cultivation. Are you really not afraid that it will bite you?"

"Eat me back?" Wang Qian shook his head.

With the strength of his current five grade prime minister, it doesn't take much effort to deal with these four grade or less spiritual cultivation. If a few palm thunder hits them, they can't stand it.

To the surprise of Song Qing and others, Mo Cuicui, under Wang Qian's command, pours tea and delivers water, and takes out many fruits for personal use, all of which have been washed clean.

But Songqing did not dare to eat.

I'm kidding. Who dares to move the things sent by female ghosts?

Only Han Feilin and Han Ping drank the tea on the table.

Wang Qian saw the scar on Han Ping's face and asked strangely, "master Han, is this Han Ping?"

Han Feilin heard that Wang Qian asked, and immediately sighed: "Master Wang blames us for not being good at learning."

So will be in the school of all kinds of experience out.

Wang Qian's eyes suddenly narrowed when he heard that the people of taiyimen appeared in the school again, emitting a kind of dangerous light.

"Taiyimen, hum, it's taiyimen again." Wang Qian gave a sneer.

Master Song Qing and others all bowed their heads. After all, they didn't get any useful information and clues in the morning. Although they found that there was something wrong with the construction site, the geomantic omen of the school was also not good.

Just at this time, Han Feilin's phone rang, looked at the phone number, Han Feilin's brow wrinkled, turned out to be Han Qingping.

Han Feilin asked Wang Qian, "Master Wang, is Han Qingping of city college, President Han."

"Take it." Wang Qian took a light look at Han Feilin.

Hanfeilin just picked up the phone, after a few words, hanfeilin face appeared strange expression.