I am a serious scholar

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed greatly!

What the world knows is nothing more than the three schools of Confucianism and Taoism!

At this stage, Confucianism has deteriorated, leaving only the Xuanmen Authentic Sect and the Three Treasures of Buddhism!

But....

There are three thousand avenues in this world, and there are three thousand middle roads, and three thousand small roads!

Naturally, it is impossible to only say that there are two treasures of Xuanmen Zhengzong and Buddhism!

And this witchcraft, if it is subdivided, can also be divided into witchcraft and witchcraft!

Just....

Due to historical reasons, such as the witchcraft rebellion of a certain dynasty, so that witchcraft and witchcraft were directly driven out of the Central Plains, and they could only survive in the horns.

Even in modern times, it can only survive on the southwestern border and spread in Southeast Asia.

In the Central Plains such as the Shang capital, witchcraft are almost extinct.

"So that's the case, no wonder everyone can't find the reason!"

Third Master Chen interjected.

The main thing is that the subjects I studied are different, and if I want to intervene, I can't find a doorway.

"Ms. Feng, has Ling Qianjin ever been to the southwestern frontier?"

Feng Qianyao frowned and said, "It's just that I've traveled, can't this work?" "

Other people, you look at me, I look at you, if the heart is just a simple tourist, it will not be a trick, otherwise, who dares to run around."

And....

Witches are also like the Central Plains Daomen, they have restrictions, and they will never strike at ordinary people.

But if it's not a tourist trick, then...

"It seems that our Central Plains are slack!"

Third Master Chen touched his beard with a solemn expression.

What he meant was obviously that someone had entered the Central Plains, but others did not.

Feng Qianyao was not interested in these so-called Xuanmen grudges, so he interrupted the conversation of several people and asked, "I just want to know if my daughter can recover as before!" Hearing

this, everyone looked at the great monk.

After all, it was he who discovered the witchcraft, and even if the others knew the reason, there was nothing they could do.

The big monk shook his head: "The reason why I can recognize it is also because I have read the Codex of my uncle, but I basically don't know anything about witchcraft and evil arts!" "

It's like a gynecologist, when you meet a pediatric patient, even if you are a gynecological holy hand, in the face of children, you dare not interfere casually."

Seeing that everyone had nothing to do, Feng Qianyao was also a little desperate.

Fortunately, the great monk said that it could delay the symptoms.

"Okay, then thank you Master!"

Although it cannot be solved, it can be delayed, which means that there is still time.

At this moment, Zhao Yang's mobile phone rang again.

But it was Xie Wanqing and a few people who arrived at the Deep Water Mansion, but because they were not the owners, they couldn't enter.

"I'll do it!"

Feng Qianyao took the phone and did not chat with Xie Wanqing, but asked Xie Wanqing to hand over the mobile phone to the security guard.

"You can go in!"

The phone hung up, and the security guard returned the phone to Xie Wanqing, then opened the door and saluted Xie Wanqing and several others.

After a while, there were security guards driving in front of them to guide the way.

Xu Jing, on the other hand, drove her Land Rover and followed behind.

"Gee, Wanqing, your aunt's house, it's not simple!"

Xu Jing and Qin Dong's family background is not simple, but if you want to say that compared with the people in the Deep Water Mansion, it is a bit worse.

Qin Dong said lightly: "I have a friend who lives in the Deep Water Mansion, and I will have the opportunity to meet him in the future!"

"Xie Wanqing is not interested in knowing how much a house in Shenshui Mansion is at the moment, nor is he interested in knowing what identity is needed to live here.

She was just a little excited, and a little bit looking forward to it.

After all, I want to see my aunt, although it is the first time, but it is also a relative!

Finally, the security guard in front stopped, pointed to the lighted villa in front of him, and left.

"How so many cars!"

"Have guests?"

Xu Jing stopped the car and glanced at the car at the door a few more times.

And at this time, the aunt at the door was already waiting, saw the three, and quickly opened the door, after all, Feng Qianyao had already ordered.

"Hey, this is really your aunt's house? Zhao Yang is not wrong! Seeing

such a large courtyard, Xu Jing asked in a low voice.

At first, she had a general idea of Xie Wanqing's aunt.

Although I don't want to be unable to eat, I live in a tube building.

But....

This kind of single-family villa covering an area of several thousand square meters is indeed not in her idea.

Xie Wanqing shook her head, although she was also shocked by the richness of her aunt's family, but these things had nothing to do with her, in addition, after all, she was just an aunt!

The three were taken into the living room, and the aunt said, "Madam, people are coming!"

"Okay, you go first!"

Until this moment, Xie Wanqing noticed that the atmosphere in the living room was not right, there were Taoist priests and monks!

This....

What's the situation?

However, her gaze also fell on Feng Qianyao's body.

Of course, Feng Qianyao was also looking at Xie Wanqing and Xu Jing, seemingly observing which one was his niece.

Instead, Xu Jing suddenly exclaimed: "Feng Peonyi!"

She looked surprised, and after crying out, she realized something was wrong, and quickly covered her mouth.

It's just that the shock in my heart has not dissipated for a long time.

Yes!

As a local girl in Shangdu, she knows quite well about the behemoth of the Fengshi Group, and naturally she also has a deep understanding of Feng Peiyao, a local female entrepreneur in Shangdu.

The main thing is that this one is a legend in his own right.

Therefore!

She had also heard the nickname of Feng Qianyao's child bride-in-law, and naturally she had also heard that Feng Qianyao was the adopted daughter of the Feng family.

I could have heard it before, but now it seems that the rumors are true!

"You're Wanqing, aren't you!"

Feng Qianyao looked at Xie Wanqing, although he had not yet confirmed, but...

At the first glance when she saw Xie Wanqing, she had an inexplicable good feeling.

Xie Wanqing nodded excitedly, but if you really have any feelings all of a sudden, it is not enough, after all, it is just an aunt, the first time to meet.

"Okay, you sit first, wait until I finish dealing with this side, and then ... Have a good chat! "

Feng Qianyao is very complicated in her heart, both happy and sad.

Happy because my niece has found it, and I have a goodbye day with my brother, as for sadness, naturally I haven't been able to find a way to save my biological daughter until now.

The three were arranged to Zhao Yang's side, and Xie Wanqing didn't ask in a low voice until this time: "What's going on?"

Zhao Yang briefly explained what he had learned.

Xie Wanqing's head was dizzy when he heard it!

Cousin?

Witchcraft?

She was completely Xiaobai about this, and she didn't even have any concept of this, came back to her senses, and blurted out: "Zhao Yang, can you calculate that my aunt is still alive, and directly find the door, do you have any way!" "

It's a knee-jerk opening.

After all....

Zhao Yang found her aunt, for her, it was tantamount to a fairy means, since it was a fairy means, maybe she could save her cousin!

And Xie Wanqing's voice attracted the attention of others.

Especially Feng Peony!

Her eyes flashed with a twinkle.

Oh, yes!

How to forget this Zhao Yang, who was not in the invitation letter and appeared out of thin air.

He can find it, obviously not using scientific means, then....

It must also be from Xuanmen.

Just....

After all, he was too young, so young that people obviously sat here, but everyone forgot about him.