Madam is a Superstar

The fiery red Ferrari drove into the underground parking garage of the Antique City at a steady speed. Six minutes later,

Song Qing pushed the door open and walked into the antique store with her small bag. The cold air that hit her face dispelled the heat outside.

"Hello, welcome……"

Qingfeng heard the door open and put his cell phone in his trouser pocket. When he saw that the person who came in was Song Qing, his words changed.

"Mrs. Huo, you are here. Master Miaoshui is waiting for you on the second floor. If you want something to drink, I will bring it to you later."

The visitor is a customer. Mrs. Huo was a regular customer of the store and a big customer of his. Qingfeng was still very polite.

Song Qing still vividly remembered the time when Qingfeng took his old lady to the bar. She smiled and declined politely.

"No need, you are busy with your business, I will have a word with Master."

Qingfeng didn't insist anymore, watching Song Qing's tall and slender figure disappear around the corner, he looked back and continued browsing articles about antique maintenance.

second floor,

Behind a small square table, the old woman sat cross-legged and flipped through a thick book.

He was not surprised to see Song Qing coming. He raised his eyelids and stared at his disciple's belly.

He looked back in disappointment because he didn't see what he wanted to see. He was thinking about Dabu Wan in his mind and spoke,

"Here, kid, there is a soft cushion. You can pick one and bring it over to sit on."

Song Qing opened her bag, took out a bracelet wrapped three times inside and three outside with paper towels, and placed it in front of Miaoshui. Then she went to get a soft cushion and sat down opposite.

The old woman had already opened the ball of paper, and the strands of hair left by the black brother were especially visible. Miaoshui's kind and shrewd face was wrinkled and turned into a bitter melon with disgust.

"Hey, which unlucky kid's hair is this? It's so frizzy."

"Master, hair is not the point."

Song Qing reminded her at the right time to divert the old woman's attention, and she was sorry for not doing anything like cleaning her hair, but the worry was unnecessary.

Sailor Miao put his hand into the coat pocket where the candies were kept, took out a hard candy and put it into his mouth, making a crunching sound.

The sweet taste filled his mouth, and his appetite was satisfied. Fang found the yellow talisman paper he had drawn in advance among the candies in his pocket.

He pressed the stale bracelet on the talisman paper, muttered for a while, and the blue flame burned.

Until the bracelet and the hair wrapped around it were burned away, and the yellow talisman paper was not even damaged at all.

On the surface of a series of talismans that seemed like ghostly drawings to ordinary people, the bracelet appeared lifelike, as if it had been completely copied.

"It's done."

"He is also a pitiful and pathetic child."

Miaoshui finally picked up the yellow talisman paper and carefully folded it into a square rectangle while shaking his head and sighing.

"The host of the turbid air?"

Song Qing calmed down and found it difficult to ask more questions, because there was very little turbid air everywhere, so she didn't learn much about this aspect from the old lady.

Needless to say, she couldn't understand the cause and effect story that just happened in front of her.

Miaoshui nodded, seeing the curiosity and thirst for knowledge on his disciple's face, he swallowed back the words he wanted to explain about the origin of the bracelet and the host with bad intentions.

Picking up the thermos cup placed on the low table, he slowly took a sip of the health tea he bought at the drugstore. After drinking, he waved his hands incomprehensibly.

"Children, don't be curious about what is available and what is not."

Hey, now I know I'm curious. When she wanted to teach this damn child, she still found all kinds of excuses to avoid learning. Just hold it in, it's time!

"..."

Knowing that his master is nothing more than his disciple, how could Song Qing not understand that the little old lady was doing this on purpose? She was helpless and was speechless for a while.

Miao Shui finished his third sip of the steaming health tea, put the lid on the cup and spoke slowly,

"Disciple, don't dislike this turbid air. It came at the right time."

Song Qing frowned and cast her eyes towards the old woman's coat pocket where the turbid yellow talisman paper was placed. A bad premonition arose in her heart.

"How to say?"

The priest's intuition was always accurate. Miaoshui smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on the colorful beggar's shirt, one by one,

"Master, seeing that you and the emperor have finally achieved success, I didn't intend to trouble you at first. I wanted you to get pregnant with a little prince and princess as soon as possible.

I am also worthy of the friendship between the Queen Mother and me for so many years, but I didn't know that the child Nangong was so unsatisfactory. "

The old woman curled her lips when she said this, as if she was very dissatisfied with it. However, under the faint gaze of her disciple, she quickly got back to the topic.

"To tell you the truth, this time when I go back to set up a formation and cast a spell, I need to use two streams of turbid air.

I was originally worried about where to look, but I never expected you to find it by chance. Since the emperor can't do it, then don't be too busy.

Let’s put aside the matter of having a child for a while and help Master find the remaining turbid energy that is needed. "

It wouldn't be too late for her to get busy with the big tonic pills after she made them and gave them to Nangong, the kid.

These undoubtedly touched Song Qing's academic blind spots again, so he could only ask for advice humbly.

"But Master, I didn't use the turbid energy when I set up the formation to cast spells to come to this other world. Can you tell me specifically what its use is?"

Song Qing felt heartbroken and regretted that she had been clever and lazy and not studied hard.

Miaoshui rolled his eyes angrily at his disciple sitting opposite him, and asked rudely, "Did you come here with a living person?"

Song Qing coughed angrily. She couldn't even bring her own body, let alone a living person.

And I don’t know where the master is. The situation is urgent and I can only retreat and try my best to travel to another world and live again.

"Then, what is the function of turbid air...?"

This time the little old lady had a very good attitude, her wrinkles were relaxed and she was kind. She opened the wrapper of the Sprite-flavored candy and smiled mysteriously.

"Guess, kid."

This means that there is no intention to explain. Song Qing's eyelids can't stop beating. He has never wanted to bully his master and destroy his ancestors as much as at this moment.

"Buzz——"

The vibrating sound of a mobile phone came from another bag, a rapid and rhythmic ringtone of an incoming call.

Temporarily suppressing the rebellious thoughts in my heart, it was Song Haohao who called me. He answered the call.

"What's up?"

Song Qing was not in a very good mood right now, so her tone was a little more distant and cold than usual.

"Sister, my mother agreed to surrender, but there is a prerequisite, that is, let me contact you and ask you to come and see her."

Perhaps because he was afraid that she would reject the request outright, Song Haohao quickly added,

"I originally refused, just let mom tell me what she has to say and I will tell you.

But no matter what I say to my mother, she is not willing. She has to see you and tell you face to face, otherwise she will not surrender. Sister, are you busy recently?

If you're not busy, can you come over? If possible, you can come over anytime. "

Song Haohao, who was on the other side of the call, stood alone under the shade of a tree with no one around, biting his lip nervously, afraid of hearing words of rejection from Song Qing's mouth.

"Send me the address and I'll go there now."

The sound that used to sound offensive to my ears now became the last straw of life-saving sounds.

Song Hao breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on her pretty face, "Okay, I'll send it to you now, thank you sister."