Mo Xian has always been very confident in his granddaughter. He feels that his granddaughter is an absolute genius of the Qi Sect and will definitely have the opportunity to join the Jiu Xuan Sect in the future.
But tonight, all Mo Xian's self-confidence was destroyed by one person.
Being such a young Jiuxuanmen disciple and also a Nine Meridians disciple, this important status made Mo Xian want to kneel down.
Chu Chen helped Mo Xian up again. At this time, Mo Wuyou walked in. She had packed all the things on the list that Chu Chen had listed.
"The price is written on it."
Mo Wuyou turned on the light and glanced at Chu Chen.
This guy has a record of evading bills.
"Worry-free, don't be rude."
Mo Xian said, "This thing that little brother Chu brought is regarded as a meeting gift from grandpa to little brother Chu."
Mo Wuyou looked at Mo Xian in surprise.
In my impression, grandpa has never been so generous.
Chu Chen raised his head and took a look at Mo Xian. He had white hair and cloudy eyes. As he said, his eyes were almost useless at night.
Chu Chen was used to it and wasn't surprised.
The fortune-tellers of Qimen are meant to steal heavenly secrets, and will more or less suffer divine punishment.
In the Jiuxuan Sect, there are a lot of blind, deaf and hunchbacked masters.
Mo Wuyou reluctantly handed the bag to Chu Chen.
"Mo Lao is very thoughtful."
Chu Chen smiled and said, "Fifth girl, I'm going back. Goodbye."
Mo Wuyou's face twitched slightly and he stared at the direction Chu Chen walked out. After a while, he turned back and said, "Grandpa, look, this guy is so rude because of his ability. Grandpa, you gave him a meeting gift."
Mo Xian chuckled and stroked his white beard, "It's normal for young people to like to joke."
Wuyou was stunned.
She is grandpa's treasure, and he doesn't know how much he loves her on weekdays.
In her opinion, if Chu Chen dared to call her "Fifth Girl" in front of her grandfather, she would definitely be scolded by him.
But the result... was beyond her expectation.
Chu Chen had just come in for a while, so what kind of mysterious soup did he pour into his grandfather?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.
"Could it be that my conscience found out and I came back to give the money?"
Mo Wuyou walked out.
It was not Chu Chen and others who walked in.
"Grandpa Huang."
Mo Wuyou called out to take care of him.
The visitor was clearly Huang Jianghong.
No one would have thought that after the Huang family’s birthday party, Mr. Huang would appear in the Xingluo shop deep in this old street.
Accompanying the old man were his driver, a middle-aged man who looked full of strength, and Huang Yuxi, the eldest son and grandson of the Huang family.
"Xiao Wuyou, don't come over to sit and have dinner with Grandpa Huang tonight."
Huang Jianghong spoke with a smile, his eyes filled with kindness.
"Wuyou doesn't like excitement very much."
Mo Wuyou said, "Grandpa is inside. Grandpa Huang, please come in."
"Wuyou, I'm here."
Huang Yuxi felt that he had no sense of existence, and finally couldn't help but speak.
Mo Wuyou said, "Oh."
Huang Jianghong walked in alone.
Huang Yushe stood next to Mo Wuyou, with thousands of words in his mouth as if they were blocked. He felt uncomfortable all over when he responded to Mo Wuyou's "oh" word.
inside the room.
Mo Xian was diagnosing Huang Jianghong's pulse.
After a while, Mo Xian let go and asked, "How have you been feeling these days?"
"It's still the same problem, I can't exert any strength."
Huang Jianghong sighed, "It's really like being possessed by an evil spirit."
Mo Xian began to think deeply.
Huang Jianghong poured himself a cup of tea, "Lao Xian, I didn't expect that this time, even you can't do anything."
"I'll give you a fortune tonight."
Mo Xian said, "Although your eighty-year calamity is dangerous, you will meet noble people."
"Noble?"
Huang Jianghong was startled.
He didn't ask any more questions.
There are some words that Qimen Xiangshi will only touch upon.
Mo Xian leaned on crutches and personally sent Huang Jianghong out of the door. After hesitating for a moment, he then said, "There will be a turn for the better in seven days."
Huang Jianghong's body couldn't help but trembled.
He thought about what Chu Chen said to him at tonight's banquet.
Seven days, seven taels of wine per day.
The same is seven days.
Are the two related?
After a while, Huang Jianghong nodded, looked at Mo Xian, and walked out of the hall outside. Under the light, he could see Mo Xian's eyes more clearly, "Old Xian, I have told you many times, your eyes are...
Go and have a look and I will find the best specialist for you."
Mo Xian smiled and shook his head.
Huang Jianghong looked to the other side. Mo Wuyou was reading a book, and Huang Yuxi was standing beside him, "Wouyou, I'm going back first. I'll ask you out for tea another day."
Mo Wuyou said, "Yeah."
Huang Yuxi, "..." Huang Jianghong smiled, "Worry-free, come and write with Grandpa Huang when you have time."
Mo Wuyou smiled and said in a sweet voice, "Okay, Grandpa Huang."
After Mo Wuyou watched a few people walk out, he walked over and helped Mo Xian back, "Why did you forget it again?
Your health is not good to begin with, especially at night."
Mo Xian laughed out loud, "Wouyou, grandpa didn't think about it tonight."
"Then what do you say, Grandpa Huang's illness will improve within seven days?"
Mo Wuyou said, "Didn't you say that Grandpa Huang's illness this time is very difficult?"
"Do you think Brother Chu will let your Grandpa Huang drink for seven days for no reason?"
Mo Xian smiled mysteriously.
Mo Wuyou didn't believe it, "Even grandpa can't do anything, so I don't believe that that rude guy can cure grandpa Huang's disease."
Late at night at Song's house.
Song Yan didn't ask about the large package of things Chu Chen bought.
Anyway, Chu Chen today is shocking enough. No matter what he does, Song Yan won't find it too strange.
What could be more shocking than a fool's son-in-law suddenly becoming the number one among the young generation in Chancheng.
The name "Chu Chen" is spreading wildly in the circle today.
After Song Yan took a shower, she was wearing soft pajamas, her hair was still wet, and her whole body exuded a faint fragrance. She glanced at Chu Chen's closed door and turned around to go back to the room.
In Chu Chen's room.
He was making a seven-star talisman. There was a jar of wine in front of him. Chu Chen held the brush in his hand, tapped the cinnabar, and drew a seven-star pattern on the bottom of the wine jar.
Chu Chen did not simply use yellow paper to draw the talisman, but punched the seven-star talisman into the wine jar.
Use the altar as a symbol.
For Chu Chen, the seven-star talisman was not too complicated, and all the materials were ready. Within half an hour, Chu Chen completed the seven-star talisman.
"If this seven-star talisman cannot break the poison, I will write the word Chu Chen backwards."
Chu Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light of confidence.
One night passed.
Early the next morning, Chu Chen carried the jar of wine and walked downstairs, "Sister-in-law Xiang, good morning."
Sister-in-law Xiang was full of intelligence and hurriedly smiled and said, "Good morning, Third Aunt."
Yesterday, the third uncle became famous in a battle, which shocked Chancheng. The news spread throughout the Song family. No one dared to look down on this idiot uncle anymore.
Chu Chen originally planned to knock on Song Qiu's door, but he didn't expect that Song Qiu was already practicing on the plum blossom pile early in the morning.
"The Green Picking Ceremony is over, why are you still practicing so hard?"
Chu Chen looked at Song Qiu on the plum blossom pile with a smile.
Song Qiu jumped down, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Chu Chen, and said nothing.
The meaning is obvious. Through Chu Chen's comparison, Song Qiu felt that he was too weak and pitiful.
He was already obsessed with boxing and kicking, and now he is even more motivated to practice hard.
"Your steps are indeed not good. Please help me go to Huang's house to drink wine. When you come back, my brother-in-law will teach you a set of steps."
Chu Chen handed the wine jar to Song Qiu.
"real?"
Song Qiu's eyes lit up and he immediately took the wine neatly, "Brother-in-law, I'll be right back."
Song Qiu rushed to the garage in a flash.
He suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart.
The strength Chu Chen showed in the ring yesterday was superior to the others.
Song Qiu had long wanted to learn a few tricks from Chu Chen, but he didn't expect that Chu Chen would speak directly.
The car drives out.
"Remember, this jar of wine must be delivered to Mr. Huang personally."
Chu Chen warned.
"Don't worry, brother-in-law."
Song Qiu was confident, "I will hand it over to Mr. Huang personally."
The car rushed out like an arrow from the string.
Chu Chen smiled and shook his head. When he looked up at the plum blossom pile, he felt a little itchy and jumped up.
This chapter has been completed!