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

When Lingduan arrived at Xiefu, before he finished his cup of tea, the housekeeper respectfully handed over several national banknotes to Lingduan, and prepared a pen and paper so that Lingduan could write down what he needed to move the Buddha. s material.

"Jiuye, you are such a considerate housekeeper. If my house wasn't too small, I would have poached your corner." Ling Duan slumped on the sofa, looking boneless.

"If Mr. Qi wants to change the house, Mr. Xie has a plan. Mr. Qi can listen to it."

"Oh? It's been spread all over Changsha that Master Jiu is so wise that he's almost a monster. It seems that I came here today at the right time."

"Mr. Qi, do you know that apart from my family, what kind of crafts do the other two get a foothold among the nine schools?" Xie Jiuye smiled and picked up a jade-like chess piece and held it in his hand to play.

"Appreciate further details."

"Nowadays, the eight masters of Jiumen rely on divination and calculation, and they are still walking with Mr. Qi. Jiumen has always had rules, and those who are capable can replace them." Xie Jiuye bowed his head and played chess on the white jade chessboard, as if talking with Lingduan It's just a small problem of cloudy weather.

Ling Duan raised his eyebrows, "Jiumen Baye, it sounds quite majestic, Qi, thank you Jiuye for your reminder."

Ling Duan is not an ordinary mortal. Even though he has lost most of his cultivation base, his ambition is still there. It can even be said that it is precisely because he has experienced so many hardships that he is more eager to improve his cultivation base and control his power.Mortal fame and wealth are not what he wants to pursue with all his heart. His pursuit has always been to comprehend the way of heaven and rise to the sky as soon as possible, but he can't stop him from getting close to Zhang Qishan, the local emperor of Changsha City. If he maintains the status quo, he will not have a chance to meet Zhang Qishan, but the Nine Gates Ba Ye is different, the Nine Gates organization is loose, he won this title, almost no need to get involved The grievances and hatred between mortals, and being able to approach Zhang Qishan justifiably, and secretly investigate the secrets of the people behind the scenes, can kill two birds with one stone, "It seems that I can only wrong this eighth master."

Various thoughts kept flashing through Ling Duan's mind, but he still had a smile on his face. He waved for a rickshaw, told the rickshaw master the address he had found out from Xie Jiuye, and told Baye Tang went.

【Jiefu】

"Jiuye, Baye have no grudges with us in the past, and we have no enmity in the present. Is it appropriate for us to do this?" The housekeeper dared to say things that ordinary people would not dare to say because he had grown up with Xie Jiuye.

"Uncle Jun, you have seen the guy who came back from the tomb yesterday. Mr. Qi looks lazy, but in fact he is top-notch in means and city. We made friends with him when he was not prosperous, but it was nothing to gain. One harm."

"Jiuye, I think this Mr. Qi is still young, even if he has some advantages, he may not be able to compete with the Eighth Master who has been in charge of the hall for decades."

"I'm just telling him an interesting story that everyone in Changsha City knows. If he fails, it's natural to blame him for his inferior skills. If he succeeds, Brother Qishan has already gathered two people before entering the Nine Sects. People of the sect, even if others are dissatisfied, they may not dare to make waves! Besides, Mr. Qi is on good terms with us, and he gains power, which is always good for our family." Xie Jiuye talked about dealing with Uncle Jun, but In my heart, I never doubted that Lingduan would fail.

"Jiuye is far-sighted, this old slave is talking too much." The butler bent down, exited the study, and muttered to himself, "Master, your spirit in heaven can rest in peace. With Jiuye here, my family will surely rise higher and higher. "

Xie Jiuye in the study sighed, he is not fake for the sake of Xie's family, he is not fake for planning for Brother Qishan, he is sincere in wanting to help Mr. Qi realize his wish, but there is no need to let Uncle Jun know about these thoughts . "Solution [-], solution [-], you secretly took care of Mr. Dian Qi, and reported to me in advance. You don't need to let other people know where you are going!"

"Yes, Lord Jiu." The two middle-aged men came out from behind the screen, agreed, and chased in the direction of Lingduan.

【Baye Tangkou】

"Sir, do you want to buy something?" Xiao Man warmly greeted Ling Duan when he saw Ling Duan enter the door.

"I have something to ask about your shopkeeper, please let me know, little brother." Ling Duan bowed his hands politely, thinking that it would be better to resolve it peacefully, he didn't want to use force to bully a mortal, that would be too ugly.

"Sir, please come in, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Some familiar old voices came directly to Ling Duan's ears, and Ling Duan's eyes widened in surprise.

"It turned out to be you? Didn't you come back from the Hui clan? Why did you open a door here?"

It turned out that this Jiumen Baye turned out to be the fortune-telling old man Ling Duan met on the street on the first day of his rebirth.

"Of course it's me. Didn't the old man tell you that if you can't explain your identity, you can call yourself Baba Qi? I also helped you change into a fortune-teller's attire."

Looking at the serious old man, Ling Duan always felt that he was laughing at his IQ, "I didn't come to ask you in a hurry last time, who sent you to find me? What's the relationship between him and Zhang Qishan? When you come into contact with Zhang Qishan, your body will change?"

"My lord can't reveal his identity, so please forgive me for being rude, but you can rest assured, my lord has no ill intentions towards you. If there is a suitable time, your lord will show up to meet you in person."

The fortune-teller's old man shook his head, which was indescribably annoying. "Sir, don't be angry. There is always a law of fate between people. When the fate is reached, the answer to the mystery will be solved naturally. If the fate is not, sir, you can't force it."

Hearing this, Ling Duan silently dissipated the spiritual power condensed in his palm. With his current cultivation, he might not be able to force the old man to stay. "Old man, the identity of the Eighth Master of the Nine Gates is useful to me."

"I am here just to wait for my husband to take the identity of the eighth master of the Nine Gates. The man at the hall and the door can be accepted by the husband. Xiaoman is the most talented child among the younger generation of my Qi family. Well, I'll keep him by my husband's side to handle some trivial matters for him, and I hope you won't dislike him."

"Your cultivation level is much higher than mine. I can't see the source of your cultivation method, but Xiaoman, as a child of your Qi family, who was born as a monster of grass and trees, unexpectedly practiced the basic cultivation method used by disciples of Tianyong City. Master and Master Ziyin hate me to the bone, it is absolutely impossible to send someone to help me, the rest of the juniors are not capable of enlightening you and other grass and trees monsters, is your master Lingyue or Fuqu?"

At the end, Ling Duan's voice was uncontrollably sharp, louder than louder.

"Why is Mr. so aggressive? My lord didn't tell the old man his real name. Forgive me for not being able to answer Mr.'s question." The old man sighed softly. He almost deduced the truth because of his flaws.It seems that he has to go, so as not to make too many mistakes and spoil the business of adults.

"From now on, this will be my husband's home. Xiaoman will inform you of the details, and the old man will leave first." After finishing speaking, the old man respectfully bowed to Ling Duan, and squeezed it into an inch without waiting for Ling Duan to stop him. Fa Jue left.

Tuliu Lingduan stayed where he was alone, blushing angrily and swore inwardly, "next time I see him, I must capture him and question him hard."