The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

"Don't force it, I won't grab it anymore." Zhang Qishan looked helplessly at the little fortune teller who choked and rolled his eyes. "Do you have a pen and paper? I'll write a note, you take it to my mansion and give it to the adjutant."

"Ni￥￥&*￥...&## Ling Duan had too much snacks in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow them and couldn't bear to spit them out. He couldn't even speak clearly for a while.

"Speak humanly..." Zhang Qishan was fierce on the surface, but in his heart he felt that this little fortune teller was cute, with puffed cheeks, he looked a bit like the little hamster he had raised when he was a child.

Ling Duan struggled for a long time, drank several glasses of water, and finally swallowed his snacks, "Why don't you go back by yourself?"

"You want me to go out in this rags?" Zhang Qishan widened his eyes, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

"According to what you said, I go out in rags every day, so I live a pretty good life."

"If I tell you to go, go, just talk nonsense, I'll feed all your peanut crisps to the dogs!" Zhang Qishan gritted his teeth, this little fortune teller would really make him angry.

Ling Duan picked up the peanut crisps and put them in his arms, grabbed the note that Zhang Qishan had just written, and went out, "It's just a face that looks exactly like senior brother, but his personality is far worse, senior brother wouldn't be so fierce Woolen cloth!"

Zhang Qishan watched Ling Duan go out muttering, and then took a moment to look at this little fortune teller's house. Although it is not a barren house, but there is really nothing good to sell, but it is better than ordinary boys. My house is much cleaner and tidier, the yard is not big, except for a path in the middle leading to the door which is fairly clean and flat, there are a lot of crooked weeds growing on both sides, it seems that no one has taken care of it for a while Well, the little fortune teller said that he just came to Changsha, it doesn't seem like he lied to me.

Lingduan inquired several people before he found Zhang Qishan's home. Compared with his dwelling, the high gate compound is like a mansion and a dog's kennel, "I am an enlightened cultivator. It’s just a better house, what is there to envy, compared to Tianyong City, it’s not far behind! The big deal is that I’ll go out more to give fortune-tellers in the future, eat less sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and save for a year or so With enough money, I can buy such a big house to live in!"

Ling Duan's mental activity is extremely active, but on the surface it looks like he is in a daze.

The adjutant looked at the handsome young man who was dressed as a fortune teller, and stared at the gate of Zhang's mansion with a pouted face and a confused face. His intuition was that he was probably a harmless person, but the Buddha was not in the mansion, and his duty was to expel those who should be expelled.

"Sir, this is the residence of the Changsha military officer. If you have nothing important to do, you should not stay here." Adjutant Zhang is a standard appearance association, and the mausoleum is handsome. Be very patient and polite, otherwise he would have drawn his gun and driven people away.

"Oh, this is what I was looking for. Zhang Qishan entrusted me to give it to his adjutant. If it's convenient, you can send it in for me."

The adjutant was a little uneasy. He was a confidant who followed the Buddha to Changsha from the northeast. He knew all the people the Buddha knew, but this fortune teller was not among them. Gestures, the guards got the message, and they all secretly raised their guard.

Ling Duan looked carefree on the surface, but in fact he was very thoughtful. He didn't know why Zhang Qishan was injured, and he didn't know whether Zhang Qishan's injury came from outsiders or "his own people". Zhang Qishan asked him to deliver a letter to the mansion. Although it was just an ordinary entrustment, I can't be sure if it is hiding a mystery that only my own people can understand. Before he peeked at Tianyong City, there were many words such as killing the person who sent the letter. Duan, so since he arrived near Zhang's mansion, he has been on guard with his spiritual consciousness.

"Adjutant, please rest assured that Zhang Qishan is staying well at my house. If Qi has malicious intentions, how can he fall into the trap?" Although Ling Duan didn't know what the other black pipes on their waists were, he instinctively guessed that they should He would pose a threat to himself, so he explained and tried to dispel the adjutant's doubts.

When Ling Duan was explaining, the adjutant had already quickly read the content on the paper, and Buddha just asked him to come over quietly to deliver some clothes. He came out with a suit.

"The chief's name is not something you can call." The adjutant took his clothes, sat in a black box, and waved to Lingduan again.

Ling Duan had seen this strange "black box" on the street before, but it was the first time for him to sit in it. On the surface, he tried to look familiar, but his eyes couldn't stop looking here and there. , I feel very novel.

The adjutant turned his head and curled the corners of his mouth, but he didn't expose someone who thought he was hiding