The square-faced Taoist priest glanced at Wangchen again, with provocation in his eyes. The meaning in his eyes could not be clearer, telling Wangchen not to get involved and not to cross the line to help.
Ruyi didn't even think about it, and immediately responded: "Okay, let's do it like this. I'll stay in the inn for one night."
Boss Song put the house card in Ruyi's hand and said: "The girl's room is in the second room on the right on the second floor. Go and have a rest. Tomorrow morning, I will wait until I come to make the final decision. As for Taoist Wangchen, wait
Come and sit with me at home. I heard that you are good at Feng Shui, so why not help my house with Feng Shui?"
Everyone in the hall silently remembered "the second room on the right hand side of the second floor" in their hearts.
If you wish, you will not see the mountains or the water, and you will be slightly blessed, and you want to go upstairs.
Boss Song's statement about Feng Shui is false, but it is true that he wants to separate Wangchen and Ruyi.
Wangchen is also a real person and doesn't like to do hypocritical things, so he nodded and said: "Okay. But I also want to say a few words to my junior sister, and ask Boss Song to wait for me for half an hour. When the time is up, I will
I'll go with you downstairs."
Wangchen followed him upstairs and called out Ruyi: "Junior sister..."
"Senior brother, don't worry. We are both master's disciples. Junior sister will not embarrass you, so don't worry. See you tomorrow morning." Ruyi looked back and smiled.
Wangchen strode to Ruyi's side and said: "I have never doubted my junior sister's ability. However, none of these people are cheap. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and the enemy will win any battle. At least you have to know what the other party is capable of. Let's go.
, I will talk to you in detail when you enter the house."
Ruyi's heart warmed, and she looked at Wangchen's side face in a trance, as if she saw Wangsheng at that time, and a burst of regret and longing suddenly rose in her heart. Even if they look alike, Wangchen and Wangsheng are two different people after all...
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After entering the room, Wangchen took Ruyi and sat down in front of the case. He studied the ink himself, tapped the brush lightly, and wrote the names of eight people sideways on the paper.
Ruyi looked carefully and found that Wangchen wrote very quickly, with beautiful fonts and correct shapes, and each stroke was very powerful. It seemed that he spent his free time in Yunshan by practicing calligraphy to pass the time.
After writing the name, he also hastily drew a portrait next to it. Despite those few strokes, the person depicted looks very similar.
Ruyi made a sound and said: "Senior brother, I didn't expect you to have such ability!"
Wangchen Heiran: "When I have nothing to do, I like to write and draw. It's a little hobby."
"Without further ado, you have seen all the eight people in the lobby below just now. You should have a rough impression of them by comparing them with my paintings. I don't know the names of some of them, so just call me whatever you want."
Forget the dust.
He pointed at the square-faced Taoist priest on the paper and said, "You must remember this man. His name is Wang Dakui, and he claims to be an iron-clad fortune teller. Among these people, he is the one I hate the most. This is the first time I met him.
At that time, I saw that he was wearing a Taoist robe, and he looked honest and honest, so I got a little closer to him. After getting in touch with him, I found out that this man was too scheming and good at sowing discord. He was just like a smiling fox.
He doesn't want to offend anyone, but he always stabs others behind their backs. Look, today he just proposed to let you stay one night. He looks like he's speaking for you, but he's actually being cruel." When it comes to this person, I forget.