Dongbi Huazhou, the prosperous age of dragons, has been the imperial family of the Yi family for some time, and it is now the tenth emperor. Each emperor of the ten dynasties has been in charge of the government for ten thousand years, and he is worthy of being called "Long Live" by the people of the world.
"call.
Since the first emperor passed the throne after reigning for 10,000 years, no emperor in the Donghua Dynasty has reigned for more than 10,000 years. Whenever the time approaches, the successor will be passed down, and then the previous one will be appointed.
The emperor died without illness.
This matter was finally included in the unsolved mysteries of Huazhou by good people 60,000 years ago. Since then, the eight unsolved mysteries of Huazhou have become higher and become the nine major mysteries. And the royal Yi family has 90,000 people in Huazhou.
After many years of operation, it has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Although in the past 90,000 years, there have been some talented people who are no less talented than the emperors of the current dynasty, and they have rebelled, but at critical moments, these talented people who rebelled would inexplicably and their generals and advisers get involved.
Disappeared overnight without a trace.
After this happened several times, even the most ignorant people knew that there was something fishy going on. Gradually, few people with foreign surnames in Huazhou rebelled and rebelled. The occasional rebellion was just a fight within the royal family.
Longyuan County is located in the north of Huazhou. It is the junction between Huazhou and Youzhou in the Arctic. It is an important trade town between the two countries. Although it is a town, its prosperity is not inferior to any big city in Zhongzhou. Directly north of Longyuan County, there is a luxurious
At this moment, angry curses were heard in the solemn mansion. It was the Yang family, one of the four wealthy businessmen in Longyuan Town.
"You beast, you actually colluded with outsiders to occupy our own property. What evil did I, Yang Zongwei, do in my previous life to give birth to such an evil son like you!"
An old man in his sixties, dressed in fine clothes, was pointing at the flamboyant young man with his legs crossed beside him and yelling, but judging from the young man's expression, he didn't listen to the old man's words at all.
The old man is none other than Yang Zongwei, one of the four wealthy businessmen in Longyuan County. He is a unique genius in the business world. In less than ten years after he took over the Yang family, he developed the Yang family from a small businessman with only a few words of fame to one of the four famous merchants in Longyuan.
One of the merchants, whose talents are generally visible.
The young man in brocade clothes sitting next to him is Mr. Yang’s son, Yang Zhenbei, who was only born when he was forty years old! This son has been pampered since he was a child, so he has always been arrogant and vulgar. Since the crowning ceremony two years ago, he has become a member of the family.
He considers himself the Lord and does not take his father into consideration at all.
Yang Zhenbei only wandered around flowers and brothels all day long, not caring about the family business at all, forcing Mr. Yang to stop his money. Unexpectedly, this move aroused Yang Zhenbei's dissatisfaction even more, and he actually collaborated with Long Yuan
Another family in the county sold off 20% of their farm property and squandered hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in just three days, which made Mr. Yang seriously ill.
Today, Yang Zhenbei brought a bunch of friends to the house to ask for money from Mr. Yang.
"Old man Yang, are you going to give it or not? You are just a son like me, how can you bring that billions of family wealth into the coffin?"
"Get out of here, get out of here, even if I die, I won't give you a penny!"
Mr. Yang was so angry that he fainted. Seeing this situation, a group of Yang Zhenbei's friends had no choice but to coax him out and go out for a stroll.
"Young Master Yang, I heard someone said that a photo studio just opened in the south of the city. I heard it was opened by a boy. Why don't we go and take a look?"
Just after leaving the Yang Mansion, a minion looked at the unhappy Yang Zhenbei, his eyes suddenly turned, and he stepped forward with a charming smile.
"Photo studio? It's run by young people? It's interesting, so let's go have some fun?"
…
South of Longyuan County.
"Feng Jinghong, my little boy, has established a foothold in precious land today and opened the door to set up a household. I hope that all the elders and neighbors can help me. I am very grateful."
After a crisp sound of firecrackers, a slightly childish voice sounded at the right time. It was Feng Jinghong, who was hunted down by the Nascent Soul monster of the Jinyang Dynasty three days ago.
Unexpectedly, he would come to the only dynasty in Dongbi Huazhou after that day. After waking up, Feng Jinghong felt sad. The revenge of his parents had not been avenged, and his school was massacred again. Feng Jinghong, who had been depressed for two days, did not feel relieved until yesterday.
After thinking about it, I thought about opening a photo studio, accumulating luck, and using it to practice my "Infinite Tribulation Finger", and then seek revenge after it is completed.
And today is the day when Feng Jinghong Photo Gallery opens.
However, the sound of firecrackers in the early morning really attracted many passers-by to stop and watch. As soon as Feng Jinghong finished speaking, he heard a mocking voice: "Hey, it's still a photo studio. Little brother, you're not at home.
Do your homework well and come out to learn what kind of stores others open and what kind of business they do?"
I saw a dozen people holding sticks and dressed as servants squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers. It was a young man playing with a folding fan among these dozen people who spoke. When the onlookers saw this man speaking, they all cheered.
Feng Jinghong sweated. It turned out that this person was Qian Qi, a famous bully in the south of the city.
Before Feng Jinghong could answer, Qian Qi pushed aside the servants and walked directly to Feng Jinghong: "Little brother, you haven't picked up the red yet? Do you want me to help you? I have good luck today."
Maybe he is your noble one."
"Then I'll do you a favor." Feng Jinghong didn't refuse and said smoothly.
"Hehe, my little brother is quite an interesting person, so I'm overstepping my bounds."
After Qian Qi finished speaking, he flew up, but when he landed, he already had a piece of red cloth in his hand.
"Pa bang bang..." A burst of applause burst out from the crowd of spectators.
Qian Qi hadn't turned around yet, thinking that everyone was cheering for him, so he turned around and bowed, smiling and saying: "You're showing off your ugliness, you're showing off your ugliness."
Having said that, the smile on the corner of the mouth and the lust in the eyes are not at all suggestive of embarrassment.
At this time, one of the dozen or so people holding sticks hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to Qian Qi for a while. Qian Qi walked down the steps and raised his head to see the four gold characters on the plaque: "Great Dreams and Awakenings".
Qian Qi saw that everyone was chuckling, but he still didn't understand what was going on. His face suddenly turned green and red. He turned around and glared at Feng Jinghong angrily and said: "Huh, you are opening today, but you haven't opened yet. I have a good heart, and I want to talk to you."
You are so lucky, let me take a fancy to you."
After that, he ignored Feng Jinghong and walked into the photo studio. When the onlookers saw this scene, they were afraid that the little boy would suffer. An old man in his seventies immediately walked out of the crowd and whispered to Feng Jinghong:
"Young man, you can't mess with this guy. It's better to call your family members or elders to deal with it, otherwise..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, he was carried out by a dozen people holding sticks and sticks.
Although Feng Jinghong was confident in what he had learned, it was still the first time for others to read photos, so he felt quite nervous. He hugged everyone and walked into the photo studio.
The crowd gathered around to have fun, but they saw that this young man showed no fear at all. He must have some sense of righteousness. Although some people dispersed indifferently, there were still many people gathered around the entrance of the photo studio.
As soon as Feng Jinghong entered the photo studio, she heard Qian Qi say again: "Little brother, if you spot it correctly for me today, this gold will be yours."
Halfway through the conversation, I saw him taking out a gold ingot weighing twelve pounds from his waist and placing it on the table. He chuckled and continued, "If it's not accurate, your photo studio... I'm afraid it will close just after it opens.
Already."
Feng Jinghong didn't answer, and asked: "I'll tell you clearly first, I don't ask for yellow and white things when looking at faces. If you really want to ask for a face, I'll tell you. I didn't know that you want to ask for a short face.
The appearance is still distant.”
"Oh, this is the first I've heard of not asking for gold and silver. I guess you have some skills. So what do you mean by 'short appearance, long appearance and far appearance'?"
"Short-term friends ask now, long-term friends have known each other for ten years, as for long-distance friends..."
Feng Jinghong glanced at Qian Qi and then said, "You don't need to ask."
"Why is this? Why can't I ask Yuanxiang?"
the man asked in confusion.
Feng Jinghong didn't answer, and said calmly: "If you knew what I wanted in return, you wouldn't ask this question."
"Hahaha... I dare not say anything else. There is nothing in Longyuan County that I cannot give Qian Qi."
The man said with an arrogant look, "I want longevity and luck, can you give it to me?"
Feng Jinghong ignored him and just told him what she wanted.
Yangshou? Luck? The spectators couldn't help but be stunned. The worldly people don't understand this kind of luck, but the word "Yangshou" made the crowd burst out with a cry. "What is Yangshou? It's life. How can one's own life be compared with it?"
Everyone? Everyone looked at Feng Jinghong in confusion. What this little boy wanted was really too shocking.
"Yang life? Qi luck?" Qian Qi was also surprised, calmed down, and said, "Surely the short, long, and far you mentioned are related to the Yang life and Qi luck? If you ask about the short life, how much Yang life is required?"
"Then there must be a specific time, less than ten years is the shortest time, and one day will be rewarded with three days of Yang life."
Feng Jinghong originally thought that the man would leave angrily, but she didn't expect that he would ask and immediately answered.
"If I ask about today's wealth, will it be rewarded with three days of longevity?" The man seemed to want to confirm the matter and asked. As the saying goes, "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in heaven." If you want to be rewarded with life span, no one should ask clearly.
Clearly.
"Yes, three days a day, no more, no less."
"What if you are not accurate?" Qian Qi was still not at ease. "Read the face first, and then get paid. You will know if it is accurate or not." After a full cup of tea, the man looked older.
After exhaling his anger, he finally spoke again: "Okay, then let me ask about your fortune today."
"So, please wait a moment. I'm going to wash my hands, change my clothes, and burn incense to pray to God."
It turns out that Feng Jinghong's burning incense to pray to the gods was what he had been thinking about for the past two days. He knew that the three major immortal sects of the Jinyang Dynasty would not let him go so easily. If he showed the tricks of the immortal family, he would be killed in a few days.
I was knocked on the door by others, so I came up with such a way. I have "God" to support me in everything, and I am not afraid of other people's questioning.
After a while, Feng Jinghong was ready, and walked to the Bagua diagram in the middle of the photo studio and sat down. He was wearing a Tai Chi Xuan pattern clothes, a Yin Yang flat crown on his head, and Big Dipper shoes on his feet. He really looked like a Taoist master.
, Qian Qi became more convinced when he saw this, and stepped forward to sit in front of Feng Jinghong.
But Feng Jinghong's eyes were slightly closed, and he said coldly: "Reach out your hand to me."
Qian Qi quickly stretched out his left hand. Feng Jinghong rubbed his palms together and placed his left hand on Qian Qi's palm. A red light flashed around his body. At this time, the onlookers no longer had any doubts.
As soon as the red light was released and retracted, Feng Jinghong opened her eyes, took back her left hand and joined it with her right hand.
Seeing this, Qian Qi hurriedly asked: "How is it? How is my fortune today?" Feng Jinghong glanced at the ingot of gold on the table and opened his mouth and said: "This gold is not yours. It is located on the hillside ten miles south."
When Qian Qi heard this, he was shocked. Yes, the gold was not originally his. It turned out that not long after he went out in the morning, he heard someone laughing on the south hillside in front of him. The men who had nothing to do left and right came up with a group of servants to ask, but
It was a woodcutter who went up the mountain to chop wood in the morning and picked up an ingot of gold. He couldn't help laughing.
The mountain man who cut firewood was also a simple man. When he heard that the man wanted gold, he didn't doubt it. He took the gold out of his arms and gave it to Qian Qi. Qian Qi held the gold in his hand and said that he had left it here after being drunk last night. He also thanked the mountain man.
The people found gold for it.
The woodcutter, no matter how simple he was, understood now that this man wanted to steal his own gold. How could he agree to get entangled with Qian Qi? But how could a mountain man fight against a dozen evil slaves holding sticks? After a while,
He was knocked to the ground.
Qian Qi walked away under the praise of all the evil slaves. Unexpectedly, he heard the sound of firecrackers shortly after entering the city. Qian Qi suddenly realized that other people's happy events today are his own good things, so he brought a group of servants over.
Unexpectedly, the little boy in the photo studio said it right at this moment, and the southern hillside was just ten miles away, how could he not be surprised?
After being surprised, Qian Qi hurriedly asked: "I wonder, young gentleman, do you know if I still have such wealth today?"
Qian Qiyi heard what Feng Jinghong said was correct and quickly changed his title.
Feng Jinghong's originally worried heart was relieved by Qian Qi's words of "little sir", knowing that the game she had learned, "The Battle of the Sky and the Sun", was really unpredictable.
Hearing the man ask, he added: "You have no luck in making money today, but..."
Feng Jinghong's words came to her lips, but she paused.
"I dare to ask sir, but what?"
When the man heard that there was still a chance of improvement, he immediately asked happily.
"If you are willing to give up ten years of your life to me, I will make you a rich man with a fortune of tens of millions in a short time."
"Sir, do you really mean what you say?"
When the man heard about the tens of millions of dollars in wealth, he didn't even mention the word "small" and asked respectfully.
"really."
When Feng Jinghong saw this man's appearance, he knew that he would definitely give up his ten years of life, so he might as well just eliminate harm for the people, Feng Jinghong thought to himself.
"Okay, but sir, you have to let me get the property first, and then get paid."
When the man heard Feng Jinghong's confirmation, his face couldn't help but be happy.
"Did ### forcefully buy a tenant's land yesterday? There is ten thousand taels of gold and some antiques ten feet below the northeast corner of the field. You can send your confidants to dig it out, but you have to agree with the tenant's one hundred taels of gold.
.”
Feng Jinghong shook his head and said, and then thought that everything in the world is for profit, and everyone in the world is for profit. What do you want in this world? The world is all about fame and profit, so why should I practice Taoism? Revenge? Immortality?
Feng Jinghong thought about it and didn't quite understand, and slowly fell into deep thought.
Three hours later.
"Sir, if there is thousands of taels of gold in that land as Mr. said, there are also many antiques."
Qian Qiyi's servant ran over shouting. When Qian Qiyi heard it, he who was pacing back and forth just now shouted excitedly. Feng Jinghong was also awakened from his meditation by this sound. Looking at Qian Qi's overjoyed expression, he must have thought
He got the gold, so he stepped forward and said, "Can you pay me for it?"
Only then did the man wake up from his ecstasy, cupped his hands and said, "Please help yourself, sir."
Feng Jinghong gently shook her head again and stretched out her left index finger to point at the man's forehead. She saw that Qian Qi was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just ten breaths, he changed from a young man with a crown of height to a young man.
The middle-aged man in his thirties even has a few gray hairs on his temples.
Feng Jinghong retracted her finger and said: "Ten years and three days, one day is not more, and one day is less."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Qi ran away laughing like crazy, and the crowd was even more uproarious. Feng Jinghong glanced at the crowd and was about to turn around when he heard someone in the crowd shout: "Mr.
I also want fortune telling, and I also want tens of millions of dollars."
For a moment, the crowd was like a river bursting its banks, rushing towards Feng Jinghong. Feng Jinghong hurriedly stopped and said: "Everyone, I only look at three signs a day, and they are different. Today I will not look at the fortune of others for others.
It's getting late today, so I'm going to close the door. If you want to see me, please come back tomorrow."
When everyone saw Feng Jinghong's resolute tone, and when they heard that she didn't care about her fortune today, they were stunned and left each other angrily.
Feng Jinghong saw everyone leaving gradually, so she called the handyman and gave her instructions, then thought about going to meditate and rest to digest what she had gained today. As soon as she turned around, she heard a loud shout: "Can the young gentleman kill the life of a cultivator of immortality?" Feng Jinghong said.
Jinghong turned around in surprise, and the crowd that had just dispersed couldn't help but look back.