Ghost Shelter System

There was an old man lying on the rocking chair on the second floor. The old lady next to him was embroidering flowers, and a young doctor was talking to the old man. The old man's face was a little yellow, but he just nodded casually, didn't say much, and was a little sleepy.

Jiang Boxiu, nicknamed "Nanweng", is 67 years old, has a son and a daughter, and is the honorary chairman of the Linjiang City Calligraphy and Painting Association. Half of Linjiang City's art circles are his students.

When the old man was active, he attended many national exhibitions with his works, and also had countless literary fights with various parties in the mainland. It’s just that times have changed, and the old man is getting old after all, and there is no connection in the circle. Since the old man gradually retired, Linjiang City’s calligraphy and painting circle has gradually lost its reputation.

"teacher!"

Yuan Xinghan looked concerned when he saw that Jiang Boxiu's complexion was a little worse than last time.

"Xinghan is here, sit down. I'm not in good spirits today. I have to take a nap and can't accompany you anymore."

The old man knew that he was not feeling well and did not want the students to worry, so he stood up and left. Yuan Xinghan was about to help him down. The old lady greeted him: "Xinghan, sit down. I will help your teacher back to the room. This is Dr. Zhang. I am here these days." Thank you so much to Xiao Zhang."

The young doctor bowed politely.

After the old man and the old lady left, there were only four people left on the second floor: Qin Kun, Yuan Xinghan, Doctor Zhang, and Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan looked downcast: "Dad usually likes to climb high and look far away, so he often stays on the second floor. In the past half month, his health has deteriorated rapidly, and he has to be supported by his mother when he goes downstairs. Alas..."

Qin Kun lay beside the window and watched the old man being carried back to the bedroom in the backyard.

This yard... is really not small!

After the high-tech zone and university town in the southern suburbs were put into development plans, the value of this land began to appreciate significantly. To be able to afford such a large and uniquely decorated courtyard, the Jiang family must not be short of money.

Mr. Jiang's home is divided into a front yard, an atrium, and a backyard. The backyard is a living room that is completely antique, with bamboo plants and a fish pond. Everywhere is elegance.

But in Qin Kun's eyes, there seemed to be some problems with this house.

Literati have advocated since ancient times that "it is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo." However, even if this elegant thing is used as a companion plant for the home, it must be separated from one's own house by a certain distance. Bamboo belongs to yin, and fish ponds are also yin. Although elegant, it can also hurt people if it becomes evil.

Moreover, Mr. Jiang is old and lives in a bamboo forest, so he can't stand the humidity.

"There is also a well. Well, the well, bamboos, and fish take up the whole place. I guess if the fish pond is bigger, the old man will plant a few willow trees. If this house doesn't gather shade, where can it gather it?"

Qin Kun heard from Chu Qianxun about the feng shui of the house. Feng shui can easily cause evil and hurt people. The evil evil in this house has become large-scale. In fact, the problem is not big. If you want to break the evil, you can just raise a few chickens or a dog. But look It seems that the old man likes peace and quiet.

Qin Kun looked at the backyard, his nose suddenly moved, and his eyes locked on a house in the west of the backyard.

Huh? what is that?

Qin Kun opened his eyes and found that there was a green energy in this room, which seemed to be there but not at all. The green energy was not ghost energy, but more like a pillar formed by Yin energy!

This... is there a wild ghost preparing to advance here?

Qin Kun was startled by his own thoughts. According to the layout of the courtyard, according to the 'Zhenzi Volume', there was already the prototype of the 'Little Sanyin Spirit Gathering Array'. It is not impossible for Gui Mei to break through and advance here!

After the two elders left, Yuan Xinghan walked to the window and asked in a low voice: "Director Qin, what are you thinking about?"

Qin Kun came back to his senses and closed his eyes silently: "Haha, it's nothing. The scenery is nice and it's an eye-opener."

The doctor Zhang said with a proud look on his face: "Mr. Jiang's house was decorated by Taoist Priest Wen of Yulongshan, so it's certainly good!"

Yulong Mountain?

Qin Kun remembered that this was one of the three mountains of the Tao of Life and Death. Didn't Taoist Wen think there was something wrong with his arrangement?

Qin Kun was a little puzzled: "I heard that Mr. Jiang doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, so why would he ask Taoist priests to decorate his house?"

Jiang Lan didn't expect that Yuan Xinghan would tell Qin Kun such a thing. He glanced at Yuan Xinghan with his beautiful eyes and Doctor Zhang said: "Mr. Jiang really doesn't believe it, but this Taoist Wen is a well-known expert. He is proficient in Taoism and has considerable experience in the art of gardening. I specially invited Mr. Jiang to come here before he was ready to decorate his new house."

After Dr. Zhang finished speaking, he leaned close to Jiang Lan.

Qin Kun squinted his eyes, looked at Dr. Zhang and glanced at Jiang Lan from time to time, and finally understood.

It seems that this person also likes Jiang Lan!

Holy shit, after working on it for a long time, it turned out to be a love triangle drama between older people.

Jiang Lan saw Yuan Xinghan lighting a cigarette and standing aside silently, so he changed the subject: "By the way, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my brother's friend and the private doctor specially invited, Zhang Ke .”

"Zhang Ke, this is my father's former student, Yuan Xinghan from the Painting and Calligraphy Association. This is the youngest professor of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine invited by Brother Yuan, Qin Kun."

Doctor Zhang stretched out his hand: "Hello! Yuanta Painter! I am Zhang Ke, a native of Linjiang. I graduated from California Medical College and have an AAA professional qualification certificate. I just returned to China last year to settle down. My private clinic is on Jinzhu Road in the High-tech Zone."

Golden Bamboo Road!

Qin Kun remembered that he had seen a psychiatrist once, also on Jinzhu Road. That area was a wealthy area.

No wonder the doctor is so arrogant.

After the introduction, Dr. Zhang turned to look at Qin Kun and suddenly smiled contemptuously: "Although I studied Western medicine, I also know something about Chinese medicine. Among all the Chinese medicine colleges in the mainland, none of them got the professor qualification certificate before the age of 25. people."

Zhang Ke's face turned dark, he pointed at Qin Kun and said: "Youareacheater (you are a liar)."

There was sudden silence upstairs.

Yuan Xinghan was startled, his face looked a little ugly, and Jiang Lan's expression was also unnatural. Even if this matter was a bit embarrassing, you couldn't point it out directly like this. China is not a foreign country, and what matters is the word "humanity".

Qin Kun didn't speak, his face was expressionless, and he looked at Zhang Ke quietly.

The old lady who had sent Mr. Jiang back was standing at the top of the stairs. She saw that the atmosphere was a bit stiff and heard their conversation. She smoothed things over and said, "Xiao Zhang, don't say that. This kid has been observing the old man's face since he went upstairs. Chinese medicine is very particular about it." After hearing about it, I think he is capable."

Zhang Ke chuckled: "Auntie, I'm rude. However, there are many scammers in the medical industry these days, and this Painter Yuan is too naive. How come he brings everyone here. Fortunately, I am here today. What if Uncle Jiang is cheated by this quack? I got it wrong and took the wrong medicine. Hum... Professor Qin, why don't you say anything?" Zhang Ke emphasized the word 'professor'.

Zhang Ke's words sounded a bit heartbreaking to Yuan Xinghan. These words were obviously directed at Qin Kun, but in fact they were aimed directly at himself.

Why did you bring a quack doctor back? What would others think if they heard it?

"That's nonsense. I know what Qin Kun is capable of. Do you have the guts to say it again?"

Yuan Xinghan was usually slovenly and silent. Zhang Ke's words directly ignited Yuan Xinghan's anger. He grabbed Zhang Ke's clothes and asked loudly.

Zhang Ke pushed Yuan Xinghan's hand away in disgust: "You're a painter, what do you know? The medical theory is profound and profound. Do you think you are a miracle doctor just by showing off to others? You really have never seen the world."

"You!" Yuan Xinghan was furious and pushed Zhang Ke to the ground.

"Brother Yuan! What are you doing! Brother Zhang, are you okay?" Jiang Lan hurried over.

Zhang Ke fell to the ground and smiled coldly. He adjusted his glasses and his eyes became even more playful.

"Sister Jiang, I have a few words to tell you about Uncle Jiang's condition. Come with me. In the future, I advise you to avoid associating with such rude people. There are also such wild people who dare not even say anything. doctor."

Zhang Ke was helped up by Jiang Lan and patted the dust. Jiang Lan wanted to explain to Yuan Xinghan, but suddenly his little hand was held by Zhang Ke. Jiang Lan screamed "Ah", but couldn't break free, leaving Zhang Ke alone. Ke dragged him downstairs.

Yuan Xinghan's eyes were filled with jealousy, and when Zhang Ke came downstairs, he gave him an extremely provocative look.

"Xinghan!" the old lady who had been silent shouted.

Yuan Xinghan looked away and took a deep drag on his cigarette: "I'm sorry, Master, I, I was just too impulsive..."

Yuan Xinghan rubbed his face, his throat was hoarse and his tone was dry. He looked at the backs of Jiang Lan and Zhang Ke with an angry look on his face, and then let out a long sigh, which turned into a hint of disappointment.

The old lady looked disappointed: "Xinghan, Lanlan is older, and you are almost the same age. I can understand what you mean to Laner these years. But why are you still the same temper as before? You know what you did to you back then? When the teacher suggested marrying Lan'er, why didn't your teacher agree?"

"I know that I have no fixed abode and a bad temper. Lanlan will be wronged if she follows me."

Yuan Xinghan covered his face in pain. His character and temper have been much restrained. Who would have thought that he would lose his composure today.

"Master's wife...I actually..."

The old lady interrupted: "Okay, your teacher and I appreciate your kindness. Let's go back. Doctor Zhang said that your teacher's illness is not harmful, as long as he is well taken care of. Lan Lan still has you in her heart. Come see her next time and say nice things to her. But from now on, it’s enough to come alone." After the old lady finished speaking, she casually looked in the direction of Qin Kun and snorted lightly.

From the beginning to now, Qin Kun didn't say a word. When he heard that the old lady began to squeeze him in order to maintain their relationship, Qin Kun sighed.

"What a bunch of idiots."

(To be continued)

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