After coming out of the community and returning to the store, before Fang Ming could sit on his butt, another person appeared in the store.

"Mr. Fang is here?"

The person who came was Qian Jiali. After Fang Ming changed his cognitive view last time, he didn't come for a while because he went abroad to attend a design conference some time ago.

"Here, upstairs." Dazhu also had some impression of Qian Jiali and answered directly.

"Mr. Fang, can I come up?"

After Qian Jiali thanked her, she did not go upstairs directly, but shouted under the stairs.

"Old Qian, come up."

Fang Ming's voice came from the upper floor, and Qian Jiali walked up to the second floor with steps.

Some time ago, Qian Jiali came to the store almost every day, and Fang Ming almost knew this person. He was a scholar who devoted himself to academic research. He had no scheming, so he directly called him Lao Qian.

"Mr. Fang, is this practicing calligraphy?"

Qian Jiali saw Fang Ming writing something on the yellow paper on the desk with a brush, but after looking at it, the corners of his mouth twitched because the yellow paper was completely lined with ghost talismans, and he couldn't understand it at all.

"No, just draw."

Fang Ming put down the brush, but he did not tell Qian Jiali that these lines were actually a kind of talisman, but they were failed talismans.

Many people should be familiar with talismans, and even many rural families have pasted talismans at home, such as the peace talismans posted on the door, and some talismans invited back from the Taoist temple to cure diseases and eliminate disasters.

In fact, there are many talismans, and even talismans with the same effect have different drawing methods. However, for talismans who draw talismans, if the realm is not enough, they cannot draw talismans, even if they are just a very simple pattern.

If a talisman is to be effective, then you must pour your magic power into it when drawing the talisman. As for Fang Ming, what he pours into the talisman is the power of a wizard.

But if the strength does not reach this level and you want to draw the talisman corresponding to this level, a situation will occur. Obviously, this stroke is drawn vertically, and the person who draws the talisman does the same, but there is a force blocking it in the dark, and even after drawing it, it becomes horizontal and oblique.

This is the case with the lines on the yellow paper in front of Fang Ming. He originally planned to draw a talisman, but it turned into a mess.

"Old Qian, is there anything you have to do?"

"Since Mr. Fang opened another door for me, I have been specializing in Fang Ming's knowledge recently, and even found many like-minded friends online. Among these people, there are many masters in this field. We agreed that everyone will gather in the Demon City, so I want to invite Mr. Fang to participate."

When Qian Jiali said this, his old eyes were filled with light. Fang Ming opened a completely strange but magical door for him. During this period, he looked up many books and finally realized that what the ancestors left behind were treasures.

Although the original Qian Jiali was still pursuing the design road, there was actually not much fun. Designing some buildings was just to leave a name in the history of architecture in the future. People could think of him as a designer when they were in advance.

However, the intrusion of Feng Shui made Qian Jiali become interested in exploration again, just like when he was young, he just entered the field of architectural design, full of infinite passion.

It is perfect to use Lao Shu Fengchun to describe Qian Jiali's current state.

"A party of Feng Shui masters?"

Fang Ming was a little surprised. He didn't know what Qian Jiali had been doing during this period, but it was still very good to be able to enter the Feng Shui master's circle in such a short time.

"Okay, I'm fine in the afternoon, so let's go and have a look."

"It's best to have Mr. Fang go with him. This time, there are many masters with many cases in the party. It's hard to invite them on weekdays."

Qian Jiali showed joy on her face, "Well, Mr. Fang, let's go now?"

"Okay."

Fang Ming nodded, and he also wanted to see how the overall level of Feng Shui masters in the Magic City was.

He greeted Fang Ming and Luo Jincheng, and Fang Ming followed Qian Jiali away from the store. At Qian Jiali's age, it was naturally impossible for him to drive by himself. The driver was a young man in his thirties.

"Teacher, Mr. Fang."

The young man looked humble. He was a student of Qian Jiali. After the last incident, Zhou Qi was transferred by Qian Jiali. The person in front of him successfully became the student that Qian Jiali admires the most.

"Mr. Fang, this is my student Wang Xiulin."

Qian Jiali briefly introduced it, and Wang Xiulin quickly nodded at Fang Minghan. He had learned some information from his previous senior brother that Zhou Qi would be transferred by the teacher because of this Mr. Fang.

In short, this Mr. Fang is not something he can afford to offend unless he doesn't want to get a doctorate degree from his teacher.

"Xu Lin, Mr. Fang is a person with a college knowledge, especially in Feng Shui, who is far better than me. You should have enough respect to Mr. Fang."

When Wang Xiulin heard his teacher's words, he showed a respectful look on his face, but he felt a little disagreeable. He didn't know what happened to his teacher recently, but he actually believed in superstitious things like Feng Shui, and he spent so much energy to study them.

Fang Ming glanced at Wang Xiulin and said nothing, but just sat in the back row and looked at him.

...

An hour later, the car stopped in front of an ancient teahouse in the city center.

“This place is good.”

When Fang Ming saw this teahouse, his eyes lit up. The Magic City and the Capital City are both super first-tier cities in China, but the two have obvious different styles. The buildings in the Capital City maintain a lot of classical sense, while the Capital City is completely modern.

In the capital, it is easy to find a teahouse with ancient style and charm, but it is really not an easy task in the Magic City. In addition to the high-rise buildings, Magic City has more Western buildings and Western garden villas.

What attracted Fang Ming's attention was that the couplet in the teahouse only wrote on one side, while the other side was blank.

The love between plants and trees is sympathetic to the world.

This is the first couplet, but the second couplet is blank.

"Mr. Fang, this first couplet was written by the teahouse owner. It is said to be a couplet from ancient times, but the second couplet has been lost, so the teahouse owner hangs the first couplet here. If the person who comes in to drink tea has a match, the boss will not only give you valuable tea, but also get a reward of 100,000 yuan."

Seeing Fang Ming staring at the couplet, Qian Jiali explained, but he didn't know how to use couplets. His mind was full of various design drawings, Chinese, and to be honest, it just stayed at the level of ordinary people.

"This couplet looks very ordinary, is it so difficult, right?" Wang Xiulin looked at the couplet and asked in confusion.

"This couplet looks ordinary, but it is a hidden poem. The combination of the three words "grass and trees" and "people" is a word "tea". Then the second couplet must also have to hide the characters, and it must also have to do with tea."

Fang Ming saw the meaning hidden in the first couplet. It is actually not difficult to hide the characters. The difficult thing is that the meaning of the characters must also have such an artistic conception. If it is just a simple word split, then dozens or hundreds of lower couplets will be very thoughtful.

The most wonderful thing about this couplet is not only the characters, but also the charm. The ancients were not as particular about plants, flowers and plants as modern people. Tea can also be regarded as a type of grass. Tea needs to be soaked in boiling water, boiling water needs to be burned with wood, and the tea brewed in the last boiling water is for people to drink.

While drinking tea, taste the various aspects of life.

This is the artistic conception conveyed by this first couplet. It not only cleverly disassembles the word tea, but also expresses the true meaning of drinking tea.

After listening to Fang Ming's explanation, Wang Xiulin's face showed a sudden enlightenment. There are so many tricks in the first couplet in love. No wonder the boss offered a reward of 100,000 yuan and no one has published the second couplet yet.

"Mr. Fang is really knowledgeable and talented. In just a moment, I could see the secret of the first couplet. I only saw that there is a word tea hidden in the first couplet."

Qian Jiali, who was standing by, gave a flattery very appropriately. Fang Ming smiled and didn't respond. Who said that people like Lao Qian who specialize in scientific research have low emotional intelligence? At least Lao Qian is not like this.

"Let's stop praising us here, go in."

Fang Mingdang first walked into the teahouse and entered the gate. A cool breeze blew away the sultry air of the hot summer and made people feel refreshed.

It turned out that there were two walls paved with bluestone on both sides of the entrance, with water waves flowing slowly down, and finally landing in the rockery pond on the ground, where turtles and swimming fish are present.

In the teahouse lobby, the sound of the guqin sound came from the sound of a young woman wearing a blue and white cheongsam was lowering her eyebrows and playing the piano, her slender hands lifting the strings, playing a relaxing tune.

Ancient style, ancient charm, ancient songs...

All this seems to bring people back to ancient times, instantly leaving people away from the hustle and bustle of the modern world.

"Mr. Fang, they haven't arrived yet. Should we go into the private room or wait..."

"Just wait in this hall, just in time to appreciate this teacher's piano skills."

Fang Ming smiled and found a seat to sit down. The cheongsam woman looked up at Fang Ming, smiled slightly, behaved politely and elegantly, and then lowered her eyebrows and played again.

"Okay, then wait in the hall."

Qian Jiali was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Fang Ming's gaze looking at the woman playing the piano, an expression I understood appeared on his old face.

Fang Ming was stunned when Qian Jiali looked at this expression. He suddenly realized that no matter what people look like and how big the age difference is, his vulgar expression will always be the same.

Across ages, careers...

However, Fang Ming did not explain, but just enjoyed the sound of the piano on his own, and from time to time he shook his head slightly, looking at the state of appreciation of listening carefully.

ps; Come on, all the great gods, whether Fang Ming can show off depends on whether you can come up with the second couplet. Please leave your ink treasures below in this chapter, and once it is adopted, you will give the old immortal a hair
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