Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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"Um."

Song Xuan sat down next to her, looked at her and said, "Xiao Mei, if you are as beautiful as a tree in the forest, the wind will destroy it. From now on, you should be more low-key in your work and don't let your sharp edge show too much."

Yang Zimei smiled bitterly.

She also wants to keep a low profile and just do what she likes like an ordinary girl.

But I don't know why, things are always pushed in the opposite direction, and I have to be high-profile every time.

For example, in this bet on stones, if she didn't stand up, her uncle would be trampled to death by Zhou Jieying.

Of course, because she is young and energetic and has poor self-control, she can't help but take action when she sees something she doesn't like.

"Instead of studying the photos here, you might as well go and meet him face to face. Aren't you able to figure it out? Just find out his current thoughts and let Uncle Zeng avoid it."

Song Xuan suggested.

"Well, that's what I have in mind. The biggest problem now is that my uncle won't listen to me. He thinks I'm just a child."

Yang Zimei said sadly.

"Then it depends on what you do. If you really have to, you might as well show your true ability." Song Xuandao.

"Haha, my uncle is very disgusted with divination. If I tell him that I am a fortune teller and can calculate something bad for him, he will definitely scold me for being feudal and superstitious. What's more, I think he will treat me as an ordinary child! Otherwise, I think he will treat me like an ordinary child!

If so, I'm worried that he will have some kind of alienation from me."

Because her grandfather lacked love for her, she really cherished her uncle's love for her.

"You--"

Song Xuan shook his head helplessly.

He really couldn't understand Yang Zimei.

Sometimes, she looks calm, mature and indifferent, but sometimes she is very childish, like a child who desperately lacks love and longs for love.

"Mr. Song, I'm going to give you acupuncture now. I'll go out later and take a look at Zhou Qiang."

Yang Zimei stood up from the computer desk and returned to his original demeanor.

Song Xuan nodded.

Yang Zimei's acupuncture treatment on him every day was also something he looked forward to extremely.

After each acupuncture treatment, he felt like he was being reborn, and the life that was originally dying was injected with new vitality.

Today he received a call from Lin Qingmei. She told him that the baby in her belly had been moving very violently recently and kept kicking her until she could sleep. She probably missed her father.

Hearing this, he couldn't hold back his tears and almost cried.

He felt really guilty for Lin Qingmei.

Now is the most difficult period of her pregnancy. As her husband, he cannot be with her to share the joys and sorrows of her pregnancy.

Of course, he is even more afraid of death now!

He can't die, he can't abandon his beloved wife and young son!

He wants to live, live to see his son born, live to see his son grow into the chubby figure Yang Zimei drew, lively and active beside him.

Therefore, he has more expectations for Yang Zimei's acupuncture.

In order to help him recover better, Yang Zimei set up a spirit gathering array in the most spiritual place in the courtyard to attract spiritual energy from all directions. He taught him the art of air guidance and let him practice it for a while every day.

He himself is the kind of person who can meditate and concentrate. When he started to practice Qi Guiding, the process was faster than that of Huang Yunguo, and his understanding was extremely high.

Xuanmen Taoism is different from the hard work of outsiders. What it emphasizes is a kind of understanding, which is the sublimation process of enlightenment.

Therefore, Song Xuan is very suitable for practicing Qi Guiding.

After Yang Zimei gave him acupuncture treatment, he asked Sadako to cook medicine for him, hugged Xiao Qian and Lianyi, and prepared to go out to see Zhou Qiang's true face in Lushan.

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