The Best Physiognomist

In Tongda Pawnshop!

Walking to Ding Hui's side, the middle-aged man shouted at Jiang Fengye in an unhappy tone when he saw her pretty cheeks swollen like a red apple.

"Jiang Fengye, why do you bully my disciple?"

"Hu Zikun, do you have the qualifications to call me by my name? Or have you forgotten your identity?" Facing the middle-aged man's disrespectful question, Jiang Fengye asked sternly with a gloomy face.

"Haha...!"

Hearing the qualifications and identity mentioned in Jiang Fengye's question, Hu Zikun couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

After laughing for thirty seconds, Hu Zikun suddenly stopped laughing and retorted with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Ten years ago, I knelt in front of your Jiang family for a day and a night, begging your great grandfather to accept me as a disciple, but your great grandfather finally ruthlessly rejected me."

"Now, you are questioning me with your identity and qualifications. Don't you think it's ridiculous!"

"Hu Zikun, my great grandfather has vowed not to accept any closed disciples since the day he chose to retire to the mountains. You know this."

Facing Hu Zikun's indignant rebuttal, Jiang Fengye couldn't help but frown and remind him.

"Moreover, my great grandfather finally agreed to accept you as a registered disciple for the sake of your parents."

"Tsk!"

Facing Jiang Fengye's reminder, Hu Zikun sneered with disdain and continued to refute.

"Jiang Fengye, you still have the nerve to mention the titled disciple in front of me now."

"To put it nicely, the titled disciple is a probationary staff. Not only does the dirtiest, hardest and most tiring work belong to you, but you also don't get any benefits."

"To put it bluntly, the titled disciple is a temporary worker without any guarantee. Not only do you have to take the blame at the critical moment, but you are also facing the end of being kicked out at any time."

"So, I didn't agree to the titled disciple you gave me at the beginning, and I didn't want to do it at all."

Faced with Hu Zikun's nonsense reasons, Jiang Fengye said sarcastically in anger.

"Hu Zikun, although there are many shameless people in this world, it is rare to see someone as shameless as you!"

"Mr. Jiang, be careful with your words, otherwise I will report you to the police for defamation, and then pay you to spend the rest of your life in prison." Hu Zikun, with a cold light in his eyes, warned in an unkind tone.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Fengye continued to question with a cold expression after forcibly suppressing the anger and murderous intent that kept boiling in his heart.

"Hu Zikun, if you don't want to be my great grandfather's registered disciple, then why do you enter my Jiang family's manor at will in the name of a registered disciple, and why do you enter my third grandfather's Taoist temple to study various classics?"

"If there were no precious classics collected in the Taoist temple, and my great grandfather's annotations on the secrets of the past and present, how could you be so successful?"

Hu Zikun, with a flash of panic in his eyes, also took a deep breath and retorted in an extremely tough tone.

"Jiang Fengye, Shushan Taoist Temple is a national asset. As an upright Chinese man, I have the qualifications to browse the Taoist temple classics at will, and your Jiang family has no power to stop it at all."

"Good, very good, very good!"

Hu Zikun's rogue and shameless rebuttal made Jiang Fengye laugh in anger and said three times in a row, and directly mobilized the gray energy in his dantian to condense a sharp sword.

Looking at the sharp sword that appeared out of thin air, Ren Runhua had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

After throwing the condensed sharp sword into the air, he quickly condensed the sword spell with his ten fingers and shouted.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, Qiankun sword technique, cause and effect return to the source, cut!"

Accompanied by Jiang Fengye's shouting, the sharp sword controlled by the sword spell directly cut through the void above Hu Zikun's head, and then fell back into his hands.

At the same time, Ren Runhua, whose look of fear was instantly replaced by determination, gave a wink to several companions around him and began to quietly move away from Hu Zikun and Ding Hui.

After dispersing the sharp sword condensed by gray energy, Jiang Fengye reminded with a cold expression.

"Hu Zikun, you originally had little luck. Even if you were proficient in the appraisal of antique calligraphy and paintings, it would be difficult to change your fate of poverty. However, the relationship between you and my great grandfather as a master and disciple has allowed you to obtain a blessing from my Jiang family."

"The blessing of the Jiang family can not only allow you to have a prosperous life, but also eliminate the disasters brought by bad luck."

"But now, I have used the Qiankun sword technique to cut off the causal connection between you and the Jiang family's blessing. Next, I will start to appreciate and witness in the car how you, who have suffered the backlash of bad luck, are heading towards destruction step by step."

"Haha!"

Faced with Jiang Fengye's warning, Hu Zikun couldn't help but laugh up to the sky, and at the moment when the laughter ended, he said sarcastically with a look of contempt in his eyes without concealing it.

"Jiang Fengye, those ignorant villagers in Jiangzhuang call you a little god, so you really think you are a god."

"What blessing of the Jiang family, what swordsmanship of Qiankun, what backlash of bad luck, bah!"

For Hu Zikun's ridicule and contempt, Jiang Fengye was neither angry nor continued to refute and warn. He just greeted Su Lixue with a smile on his face, turned around and left the pawnshop and returned to the pickup truck.

"Brother-in-law, why don't you teach him a lesson?"

Su Lixue, unable to suppress her anger, complained to Jiang Fengye angrily.

"Xiaoxue, do you know what the cruelest means of revenge is?" Jiang Fengye asked with a smile while gently patting Su Lixue's back to help her calm down.

"Brother-in-law, I don't know." After thinking carefully for a while, Su Lixue shook her head and said that she couldn't think of the cruelest means of revenge.

Looking up at Hu Zikun and Ding Hui in the pawnshop hall, and seeing the smug smiles on their faces, Jiang Fengye explained in a gloomy tone.

"Xiaoxue, the cruelest revenge is to let Hu Zikun see with his own eyes the mistakes in his appraisal method that he is so proud of, see with his own eyes the rapid decline of the pawnshop he runs, and see with his own eyes the family business he has worked hard to accumulate disappear in a short period of time."

"In the end, he will kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy because he cannot bear the blow of psychological collapse, and then after losing all hope, he will self-destruct and die."

"And this cruel revenge is the punishment and price for his betrayal of his master."

After closing her eyes and swapping roles, Su Lixue imagined the whole process of Hu Zikun's self-destruction. A chill and fear from the heart made her shiver, and then she opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Fengye, and gradually revealed a look of horror.