The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Yan Jiu was about to leave.

There was another sound of footsteps at the door, mixed with the sound of a cane hitting the ground.

"Wait." Nan He spoke again.

Yanjiu turned around and asked in surprise: "Call me?"

While Nan He was dusting off his clothes, he ordered Yan Jiu:

"There is tea and tea leaves in the cabinet on the left. Go make a pot of tea. I want to entertain the guests."

Nan He was rude, but Yan Jiu didn't really care.

However, Yan Jiu was lazy. He worked for Shang Jing, and rarely made tea or did any work in the later period, not to mention that Shang Jing paid himself wages.

Therefore, Yanjiu pointed out Nanhe's problem directly:

"Sir, I am not your employee.

I can even be said to be a suspect in this warlock association.

Therefore, it is not my duty to serve tea. "

Nan He sneered: "Are you talking to me?"

Yanjiu sighed: "I'm just discussing the matter, please don't make trouble unreasonably."

The people down here are really ruder than the last.

Nan He took out his cell phone and originally wanted to call someone from the Criminal Trial Department to come over and take Yan Jiu away.

The Criminal Trial Department and the Interrogation Department are two completely different concepts.

It’s just that Nanhe’s phone number hasn’t been dialed yet.

The man at the door had already entered the house, and Nan He was interrupted.

The person who entered was an old man with gray hair and a white buttoned linen suit.

A compass in one hand and a cane in the other.

The wrinkles and lines on the old man's face seem to be written with kindness, and he looks a bit like a fairy.

However, Yanjiu's eyes finally stopped on the old man's compass, and it seemed that he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a moment of pause, Yanjiu changed his previous attitude. According to what Nan He said just now, he found the tea and the teacup.

With just one glance, Yanjiu recognized that the old man was the most authoritative hexagram master in Yan Yang at present - Yuande hexagram master.

As both hexagram masters, Yanjiu is somewhat interested in the so-called "Yan Yang's No. [-]".

After all, the old man was older and had rich experience. Yanjiu felt that he might be able to ask the old man to answer some of his doubts.

The water boiled quickly, and Yanjiu made two cups of tea in a daze, then brought it to Yuan De and Nan He on a tray.

Yan Jiu smiled at Nan He, his peach blossom eyes turning into a very romantic look.

But what he said was extremely respectful and careful:

"This... um... this gentleman, I was ignorant just now and bumped into you. Please don't be the same as me."

As he spoke, Yanjiu placed two cups of tea in front of Nan He and Yuan De:

"You two, please have some tea. I will take care of you. If you have any questions, you two can give me your instructions."

Nan He just asked him to stay, wasn't that what he meant?

But that troublemaker Nanhe started to find trouble again:

"How do you drink this tea? The cup is not washed, and your fingers are touching the rim of the cup. Do you want me to drink the sweat from your hands?"

Yanjiu: "..."

It would be great if he knew how to use poison. If he knew how to use poison, he would definitely find an opportunity to poison Nan He into silence just now so that Nan He would stop talking.

Yuande looked kind-hearted: "Thank you, little friend."

Yuan De spoke up, diverting Nan He's attention. He didn't care about Yan Jiu being nearby, and asked Nan He about Yan Yang's fortune:

"Old man, what do you think about the Bai's Building?"

Yuande turned the compass twice seemingly unintentionally:

"This is not good. Disaster will come from the southwest. Nanhe, you must prepare early."

Hearing this, Yan Jiu also had a thought in his heart. There was indeed a disaster, but the disaster did not show a specific direction.

It seems to have penetrated into Yan Yang's foundation.

What Yan Jiu figured out from the hexagram was more about time. The disaster seemed to have been brewing for many years and was waiting for it to emerge one day.

After pouring some tea into Yuande's teapot, Yanjiu pretended to be ignorant and asked:

"Is the old gentleman a fortune teller? I am also very interested in fortune telling. I wonder if the old gentleman can chat with me for a few words."

At this time, a slightly arrogant voice sounded from the door:

"Are you going to be my teacher and just give me advice?"

Yanjiu looked up when he heard this. He had a cute face, but it looked a little mean.

This face looked familiar, but Yanjiu couldn't remember where he had seen it before, so he naturally asked:

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, Bai Xinglu's face turned livid.

The last time Yanjiu saw him, he was also asking who he was.

Bai Xinglu first thought that Yanjiu did it on purpose to gain everyone's attention.

But every time Yanjiu asked "Who are you?" his attitude was extremely calm and sincere.

This made Bai Xinglu very angry. Could he really be so unrecognizable?

Bai Xinglu is also the only son of the second aunt of the Bai family.

Even Yanjiu's previous plan to marry Zhou Jing was done on behalf of Bai Xinglu.

Turning around, Yan Jiu didn't even know who Bai Xinglu was, which made Bai Xinglu feel frustrated.

Bai Xinglu raised his chin slightly with an arrogant expression:

"I am Bai Xinglu, the 27th generation descendant of the Bai family." He said this, clearly mocking Yanjiu for not being able to enter the family tree.

Immediately, a cute smile appeared on Bai Xinglu's face, but that cute smile couldn't hide the pride beneath the smile.

Bai Xinglu continued to say to Yan Jiu:

"I am also a student of Teacher Yuande. You let my teacher give you nagging advice. This is disrespectful to my teacher.

You know, most people follow my teacher’s instructions and have to line up in advance and take a bath and burn incense before meeting.

You came up and described my teacher's advice as nagging. Not only is it disrespectful to my teacher, but it also offends my teacher. "

Yanjiu: "???"

Why are there so many broken rules at the foot of the mountain? Aren’t the fortune tellers all cultivating their minds?

Why does Yuande care so much about these worldly and pedantic rules?

Also, Yuande actually accepted such a student who was as noisy as a crow. He really had no vision.

In this world, no matter people or things, they are most fascinating when they are half-understood or completely unknown.

Just like now, the shallow filter of Yuande in Yanjiu's heart was too broken to be put together.

Although Yuande is very old, he is known as Yan Yang's best hexagram master.

However, Yanjiu has great doubts about Yuande's strength, and Yanjiu still believes in his own hexagrams.

Moreover, when Feng Yang passed away, he told Yanjiu that even if Yanjiu went down the mountain, even if Yanjiu entered Yan Yang.

In terms of hexagram skills, no one will be as accurate as Yanjiu.

Yanjiu's mind was wandering, and Bai Xinglu was even more dissatisfied.

He had just talked so much with Yanjiu, but Yanjiu had no respectful attitude or admiring behavior.

Instead, he was in a daze, seemingly not taking his words to heart at all.