Shi Yue looked curious: "Why am I embarrassing you? You are a god. What difficulties are there in such a trivial matter as fortune telling?"
The old Taoist stared at him and said feebly: "From a man's point of view, the word "po" means 'peeling off the skin of a stone'. If I am right, the benefactor's real surname is Shi. From the meaning of the word, he is the benefactor."
Peeling off your own skin means that you have committed suicide before, and the donor is obviously dead, so how come you are still alive? How strange! How strange!"
The old Taoist said to himself, his wrinkles seeming to get deeper: "Could it be that I sometimes make miscalculations? Fate cannot be fully predicted."
Master, master!
There were ripples of surprise in Shi Yue's heart: This arrogant and clever man could actually figure out that I had committed suicide? I jumped out of a hundred floors, wasn't it a feat of suicide?
It was only by some mistake that he traveled through time and space and saved a life.
Shi Yue admired the old Taoist very much. For a moment, he felt embarrassed to care about why he pretended to be a man and pretended to be a man. Then he asked: "Can the old god predict my future destiny?"
The old Taoist looked at Shi Yue's eyes carefully, as if he could peer into the depths of his soul: "The old Taoist can't guess the benefactor's destiny!"
Shi Yue was startled in his heart: This extraterrestrial thing like himself is indeed a superfluous thing!
The old Taoist said again: "However, the old Taoist can see that many things have changed the direction of travel because of the donor's adulteration!" He paused and then said: "Being able to be close to the donor is considered a destiny. I will give the donor a gift.
It’s a pile of items, I hope you don’t dislike it!” After saying that, he ordered the little Taoist boy to take out a very exquisite but ancient brocade box from the cabinet!
The little Taoist boy held the brocade box, glanced at the old Taoist, and whispered: "Master, this...is this feasible?" The old Taoist glared at him fiercely, and the little Taoist boy reluctantly handed the brocade box to him.
Shiyue.
Shi Yue held the brocade box, feeling it was heavy, and said loudly: "Shi Yue accepted the great gift from the old god!"
A flash of sharpness flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and he asked: "If the donor has some free time, he can study it carefully, and maybe there will be unexpected gains."
Shi Yue remembered everything in his mind.
The old Taoist yawned and seemed very tired: "Two donors, the old Taoist is a little sleepy and needs a rest, so let me give you a ride!"
When Shi Yue saw that the old Taoist had issued an order to expel guests, he walked out of the thatched cottage with Mrs. Ninth. The little Taoist boy wanted to see him off, but Shi Yue was unwilling to go with this ghost and kicked him back.
Seeing that the two of them were far away, the little Taoist boy quickly ran into the house and questioned the old Taoist: "Senior Sister Youlan, let's just cheat some money. How can you give him the secret treasure of that master's sect?"
?Don't even discuss it with me, Sanmao. We'll be at a huge loss on this deal..." This little Taoist boy turned out to be called 'Sanmao'!"
"Sanmao, what do you know?" The old man chuckled and laughed, revealing his white and neat teeth. His voice was crisp and clear, like pearls falling on a jade plate, which was extremely beautiful.
"Why don't I understand?"
The little Taoist boy made a face: "Senior Sister Youlan treats me like a child all day long, but after all, I am also the master of Kongkong Hall - the master of Kongkong Hall!"
"Sanmao is the hall master, and Sanmao is the king of thieves, okay?" The old Taoist known as Youlan used his withered palms to gently tear at his temples, and the old bark face was torn off.
, showing a beautiful and moving smiling face.
She has a delicate appearance, a flowery smile, smooth and crystal-clear skin with a faint blush, and is as graceful as a pink jade!
Youlan stood up, shook her shoulders, and the old Taoist robe fell to the ground, revealing a black warrior uniform, which clung tightly to her body, outlining her delicate curves. She gently danced her hair, and there was a faint sound.
The delicate fragrance of orchids.
"Sister Youlan, you smell so good!" Sanmao took a greedy breath.
"You talkative! How dare you make fun of senior sister?" She rolled her eyes at the little Taoist boy, and laughed again: "Although senior sister's body fragrance smells good, it almost hurt senior sister, bah... I don't know what the villain's nose is like.
Longer? It seems to be smarter than a wolfdog!"
Sanmao took out the banknote and looked at it over and over, with a look of regret on his face: "That guy has really changed a bit, otherwise he would still be able to get some oil out of the beautiful sister tonight, but senior sister, you are also really, why?"
Why did you give him my master's treasure without my consent? This business is really a loss!"
"In addition to money, can you think of anything else?"
A trace of helplessness flashed in Youlan's eyes: "The master has undergone a sudden change, and there are many traitors. We have snatched back the master's secret treasure, but we are being hunted. If the master hadn't been proficient in the art of disguise, I'm afraid we would have fought with the master long ago.
We are together under the Nine Springs!"
Sanmao scratched his scalp, with a confused look on his face: "Senior sister, of course I have known these things for a long time, but what does it have to do with you giving the master's secret treasure to that evil man?"
"You're stupid!" Youlan angrily patted Sanmao's little head: "Senior Sister, I want to ask you, why do the people in the sect chase and kill Senior Sister?"
"Because... because they want to rob the master's secret treasure."
"Then with the abilities of our siblings, although we can hide here and there and defend for a while, can we defend for the rest of our lives?" Youlan was good at tempting.
"cannot!"
"Then can we surrender and hand over the treasure to those traitors?"
"Of course not! I, Sanmao, was the first to refuse!" Although Sanmao was young, he held his chest up and raised his head, showing an unyielding look.
Youlan sighed and said: "Just because we can't defend it and are unwilling to be snatched away by traitors, we have no choice but to find a new owner for the secret treasure..."
"I see, senior sister, you are indeed more cunning than me, Sanmao! This is a typical frame-up."
Sanmao gave a thumbs up and said extremely proudly: "The evil guy thought he got some treasure! Don't you know that he fell into the trap of Senior Sister? Maybe tomorrow morning, the evil guy will become our scapegoat!"
"Crow Mouth, what nonsense are you talking about?" Youlan said angrily: "If he dies, who will protect the master's secret treasure for us?"
Sanmao looked unoffended: "Senior sister, look at his arrogance, can he guarantee that he will survive being chased by the disciples? Hmph... I don't think so!"
"What a shame! The scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain? Have you forgotten how miserable you were when you were knocked away? Youlan glared at Sanmao fiercely: "I told his fortune. This man is extraordinary, although
I can’t tell what will happen in the future, but we can’t judge it with common sense. We, the two siblings, are going to use his power to get through this muddy water."
Sanmao suddenly thought of something, and said in surprise: "Sister Youlan, you said that evil person can't open the brocade box, right? That's the top secret of our school!"
"That brocade box is invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire. If you don't know any tricks, how can you open it? Even us sisters can't open that brocade box, right?" Youlan showed a very confident smile on her charming face: "But sister, I can't.
I hope he can surprise us and open the box intact."
"Why? Sister Youlan, you are talking more and more strangely today." Sanmao shook his head repeatedly.
"You big idiot, why don't you use your brain?" Youlan almost went crazy: "As long as that brocade box can be opened, we can practice the master's secret skills above. By then, are we still afraid of those traitors?"
"That's right! Senior sister, you are so smart!" Sanmao gave a thumbs up and flattered him without hesitation.
"Stop wearing such a high hat on your sister!" Youlan couldn't laugh or cry.
Sanmao raised his little head again and thought: "When I grow up, I must be as smart and as beautiful as my senior sister..."
Youlan waved her hand to interrupt Sanmao's fantasy, and said with a hopeful look on her face: "Junior brother, do you think senior sister is beautiful?"
"Then how is it beautiful?" Sanmao raised his thumbs up and said brightly, "That's quite beautiful!"
Youlan was very happy and asked again: "Compared with me or the beautiful sister who told the fortune just now, which one is more beautiful?"
"This...this..." Sanmao scratched his scalp and smiled: "Each has its own merits, but they are all equally beautiful."
"Stop playing tricks on me!" Youlan twisted Sanmao's ears and threatened: "Tell me the truth, otherwise, you will know how powerful I am..."
"Don't! Can't I say it?" Sanmao coughed lightly: "Now you two are equally beautiful, but if Sister Youlan can get rid of the acne on her forehead, she will definitely be more beautiful and prettier than that sister just now.
charming!"
"Ah? I have acne again! Where is it? Where is it?" Youlan was so anxious that she almost cried. She let go of Sanmao and went to the bronze mirror to check carefully. Sanmao made a face and ran away.
.
Youlan looked in the mirror for a long time and couldn't find any pimples. She knew she had been fooled and ran to the door angrily: "Smelly Sanmao, you won't have anything to eat tonight!"
Sanmao's laughter came from a distance: "Sister Youlan, who loves stinky beauty..."
Seeing the little Taoist boy running further and further away, Youlan asked hurriedly: "It's so late, where are you going?"
Chapter completed!