Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

"Connected, woo woo, Master, are you okay?"

Jiang Ling frowned and slowly put the phone back to her ear.

“Woo woo woo, Master, are you with Mr. Pei?”

Jiang Ling didn't know why Qin Yanran asked this, so she told him the truth: "Yeah, I'm fine, let's be together."

Qin Yanran's heart settled down a little, her crying gradually stopped, and she choked up and said, "Is that so... Is the master going to start a live broadcast?"

He wanted to continue asking Pei Qian, but when the words came to his lips, he gave up.

"More than half an hour." Jiang Ling realized something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something else? Or is there something you don't understand about the talisman?"

There was a two-second pause on the other end of the phone before continuing, "Master, I heard from my father that you knew Meng Po. Do you... have Meng Po soup?"

This was a decision she made after thinking about it for a long time.

She is not the kind of person who is ungrateful and pushes others to do something she doesn't know how to do.

She really liked Pei Qian, but after a few days, not only did Pei Qian not like her, but he hated her even more.

We live under the same roof, but I don’t know what will happen in the future.

Although she likes him, she cares more about herself.

She felt like she wasn't herself anymore.

Yesterday Pei Qian left her to find Mr. Pei, and Mr. Pei was with his master.

Now he hasn't come back yet, which proves something even more clear.

Pei Qian was avoiding her and didn't want to see her, so he didn't come back for a long time.

Jiang Ling didn’t know what had happened to Qin Yanran, and she didn’t have the habit of dwelling on other people’s life trajectories.

After thinking for a moment, he replied, "No, I can get you a pot if you want, but do you know what it does?"

"Well, I read in a novel that Meng Po soup can make people forget some things." Qin Yanran nodded heavily at the phone.

She has made up her mind.

Forget Pei Qian and learn the mysterious arts and drawing talismans from your master.

Become a better version of yourself.

Make contributions to the country.

Jiang Ling explained softly: "Not entirely true. It does have the effect of helping you forget things, but it means forgetting everything, including your parents and the knowledge you have learned."

"Even more outrageous than being disappointed?" Qin Yanran exclaimed in shock.

This was too different from what she knew.

If you accidentally drink Meng Po soup, what's the difference between that and starting over?

No, no, I absolutely cannot drink Meng Po soup. After thinking for a while, I whispered again: "Is there anything that can make me forget someone, or make me stop liking someone? I don't want to like Pei Qian anymore, but I can't control myself."

Stop liking someone?

this......

Something seemed to suddenly flash through Jiang Ling's mind.

When you are ready to catch it, it has already been missed and you are powerless to pursue it.

But the sense of familiarity at this moment was enough to prove that what Qin Yanran said should exist, but she just couldn't remember it for the moment.

"I think there should be. I can ask for you. Is there anything else?"

Jiang Ling had nothing to do, so he just did it. He took out the ghost machine from his Qiankun bag with his other hand and sent a message to the group to ask.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master~ Woohoo, Master is the best. Master, don’t you ever ask me why I do this?" Qin Yanran sniffed and asked weakly.

"Since you have made the decision yourself, why should I ask?"

"Well, Master, there is one last thing. I can draw all the talismans you taught me before, but I can't use them like you. Why is that? What went wrong?"

Qin Yanran patted her little face and felt that her master was right.

You have already made a decision, so why ask others what to do? Life is so long, and love is not the only choice.

She had other things to do.

"All talismans require spiritual power to drive them. You don't have any spiritual power now, so I'll have someone teach you later. As for how much you can understand, it depends on you."

Jiang Ling knew that Qin Yanran was a very talented young man.

But talent is talent. If you don’t work hard and study hard, it’s useless to have this talent.

She cherishes capable people, especially those standing behind her. As long as she is willing to make progress, she is happy to support them.

Qin Yanran was also very content. She did not feel dissatisfied because the master was not teaching her personally. She did not ask any more questions and just nodded happily.

He didn't forget to flatter before hanging up the phone.

"Master Jiang, Master Jiang, who called? It's said on the Internet that the eldest daughter of the Pei family is your apprentice. Is this true?" Lin Feier squatted down, waved the fan in her hand attentively, and looked at Jiang Ling eagerly.

"Ah."

Jiang Ling nodded lightly and looked at the messages in the group on the ghost machine.

Most people can't see the ghost's movements. In the eyes of others, Jiang Ling was staring at his hands in a daze.

What’s interesting is that the little black snake opened its big golden eyes and also looked at Jiang Ling’s palm.

"That Qin Yanran is really Master Jiang's apprentice. Ah~ah~, I'm so envious. Master Jiang, look at me. Can I also be your apprentice? I'm not bad at all!"

Lin Feier gently shook Jiang Ling's legs, acting coquettishly.

Just then, a shrill shout suddenly rang out.

"What do you mean I'm being arrogant? I just asked you to fan me to block out the sun. Isn't Master Jiang lying down and enjoying himself? It's ridiculous, Tang Banxian is still on our team!"

Chen Haoyu was sitting on a chair, complaining at the top of his voice about Feng Yanyoudao.

Feng Yanyoudao is not the kind of person who can keep calm for a while.

With his eyes slightly opened, he shouted sternly, "How can you be like this, an actor? I am a mystic, and here, our level is higher than yours, and you still ask me to fan you and massage your shoulders?"

"Why not? All the movies I've starred in have become hits. With a position as big as mine, you're more than qualified to carry my shoes." Chen Haoyu crossed his legs, looking arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone.

Seeing this, a staff member passing by rushed forward to try to stop the fight.

The live broadcast will begin soon, and it is not a good idea for these two to continue arguing.

"Master Feng Yanyoudao, Teacher Chen, please don't quarrel over such a small matter. There's no need to hurt the harmony. You are still on the same team. How about this, I'll go call a little assistant over, okay?"

Chen Haoyu crossed his arms, glanced at Jiang Ling, and then looked Feng Yanyoudao up and down.

Still insistent, "No need to call an assistant, I'll let this master of something or other massage my shoulders. Well, if you massage me for one minute, I'll give you a thousand dollars."

Before he came, his agent told him that these gurus basically charge one thousand yuan per divination, and after deducting the platform's share, he would only get a few hundred yuan.

He offers a high price of one thousand yuan per minute, and most people don’t even have this opportunity.

Feng Yan's face flushed red and he gritted his teeth.

He loves money like his life, but he won't throw away his dignity for a little money.

Also, due to his image as a well-known mystic, he couldn't break up with him openly at this moment. He could only wait until the moon was dark and the wind was strong to teach him a lesson.

Seeing that Feng Yanyoudao remained indifferent, Chen Haoyu raised his voice without any fear and continued.

"What? You're also going to show your affection to that ugly lady, Master Jiang? Are you blind? How could you have the heart to touch such an ugly woman?"

Jiang Ling, who was watching the show and cutting little paper figures, suddenly stopped.

What the hell?

Is this the result of eating the melon yourself?

Say she is ugly?