The Greatest Astrologist

In front of the barrier, Chu Qianli stared at the painting blankly, with no intention of leaving at all.

When Tan Muxing saw this, he let out a long sigh, and began searching hard, intending to check the price of other works by the artist. The selling price of the artwork is related to the artist's fame and age. This painting is from the 18th century, and the artist is Lyle Gadbury.

Tan Muxing sighed with emotion while searching on his mobile phone: "Fortunately, we didn't go to the Forbidden City."

Chu Qianli: "What?"

Tan Muxing: "You have to look at the things in the Forbidden City, and that can only be solved by going to jail."

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Chu Qianli approached Tan Muxing, and she looked at his screen and supervised him to collect information.

Tan Muxing said helplessly: "Without the painter's information, the only item on the Internet is the introduction of the exhibits in the art gallery. I can't find out what Lyle Gadbury has painted before."

"It should be a pseudonym." Chu Qianli thought for a while. "The painter probably wouldn't dare to use his real name."

"why?"

"Because people who used to engage in astrology and tarots were considered heretics. It is said that the Bible explicitly prohibits astrology and other activities, so some astrologers are guilty of being caught." Chu Qianli smiled, "This is a crime. The sin of idols."

"There is also a book called "Christian Astrology" by the ancient sect, but the content has nothing to do with Christianity. The whole book talks about classical astrological techniques. This book feels like a name that was judged in that era."

Tan Muxing was dumbfounded: "I think metaphysics and believers are the same."

"God will be furious when he hears this!" Chu Qianli was startled, "but the gods of Christianity should not be able to control you. Fortunately, Marx doesn't care if I do astrology."

Tan Muxing couldn't find the painter's information, so he didn't know the price of the painting, so he could only ask the staff of the art museum.

He learned the name of the organization that held the exhibition and searched the Internet again, wondering: "I think it's a bit difficult for you to want this painting."

"Is it expensive?"

Seeing her loss, Tan Muxing had to explain: "Mainly this is a private collection, and people are not short of money, I think it is unlikely to sell, even you have met people in their family."

Tan Muxing understands the mentality of a big family very well. If someone comes to buy his own antiques, it is impossible for his family to sell them. This is not a question of money, but a feeling that it is meaningless to do it.

On campus, the activity room of the Student Union is no longer crowded, and only the cadres are still working in the room.

In the past, He Shichen and Qi Yan would check the information at noon, but today two students came to visit.

He Shichen bound the materials and said blankly: "Talking about Twilight Star, why do you and her feel like going to the art museum and you can go to the supermarket?"

When Tan Muxing faced He Shichen's death sight, he lowered his head in a weird manner, not daring to speak out at all.

He Shichen is now completely convinced. Chu Qianli went to talk about Muxing's house for the first time, and when he came back, he clamored to buy the scenic compound. Later, he moved the golden sundial back to his family.

Does he want to understand the development of things? Do you give whatever you want to raise a child?

On the other side, Chu Qianli was sitting next to Qi Yan. She began to pretend to wipe her tears and whimpered: "After watching the exhibition, I feel that the painting is too beautiful. Even the children in my village feel the charm of art. I feel myself I really don’t know anything about aesthetics. I really hope that I can be influenced by artworks every day. Maybe I will grow up..."

It was the first time that Qi Yan faced such a Chu Qianli. Knowing that the other person usually hides from herself, she hurriedly said, "Don't cry."

He Shichen and Tan Muxing were carrying documents. They piled up boxes of documents and placed them neatly in the corner.

He Shichen was holding the information. He happened to pass by the two of them and said lightly: "She didn't cry. You will know if you look closer. When you promise to buy it for her, your face will change again."

Qi Yan: "?"

Chu Qianli rubbed the corners of her eyes. She was a little afraid of Qi Yan, but now she has changed her name, and whispered: "I don't need my sister to buy it for me, as long as my sister agrees to sell it, then you go to my brother to get the money..."

He Shichen: "???"

Tan Muxing was afraid that He Shichen would hit the child on the spot. He tried to divert his attention and hurriedly interjected: "Uh, uh, this box seems a little heavy."

Tan Muxing could actually move, but he pretended to shake it laboriously, which really made He Shichen forget to chat.

He Shichen walked over with frowning brows. He wanted to take the box from Tan Muxing and asked in surprise, "Is this box heavy?"

The carton suddenly fell to the ground, making a heavy muffled noise, like a boulder.

As soon as Tan Muxing let go, He Shichen couldn't catch it, and directly caused the carton to crash.

The two looked at each other silently.

Tan Muxing couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He didn't expect He Shichen to really not be able to move. This matter hit the other side a bit in the face.

Fortunately, He Shichen's mentality grew. He didn't turn into anger. Feng Qingyun said, "It's really a bit heavy. Let's move together."

"…good."

At the table, Qi Yan understood the ins and outs. She pushed her glasses and smiled kindly: "If I was in charge of this collection, I would definitely take it out and give it to you, but unfortunately not."

Chu Qianli was surprised: "Isn't it yours?"

"It's our family, but I'm not in charge, but my uncle." Qi Yan blinked and thought, "But the first time you ask me to do something, I can't let you down. I still have to think of something. ."

Chu Qianli: "Is there any way?"

Qi Yan suddenly suggested: "Otherwise, let my uncle disappear, arrange a car accident or something, so that there will be no trouble."

Chu Qianli: "?"

Qi Yan smiled and said, "You don't need to show such an expression. My uncle is not a good person. I feel that he has done enough to go to jail, so it's okay to arrange a car accident."

Tan Muxing had returned from washing his hands. He stretched out his hand to block Chu Qianli's ear, and said with a weird expression: "Children don't listen to this kind of thing."

Chu Qianli suddenly realized that Qi Yan was the protagonist of a strong female essay, and that the best relatives were the standard equipment, otherwise there would be no face-slapped bridge at all.

Qi Yan is still a high school student. After graduation, she slowly took power at home and gradually separated from the relatives who had seized power in the family. She relied on her own strength to carry forward the group, and her relatives who had previously failed in the fight left dingy or went bankrupt after breaking up.

The children of the He family are quite rare. Chu Qianli and He Shichen were both small-minded at first, and their environment is fundamentally different from that of Qi Yan's family. Neither He Zhenghe nor He Yuanyang would pinch money.

Chu Qianli was in distress, and the time was wrong, and the original heroine had not officially started the story.

Seeing her downcast, Qi Yan comforted: "Just kidding, although I have a bad relationship with my uncle, I can tell my grandpa about this and let him give me the painting."

"But I have to wait for my grandfather to meet him on his birthday, and I have to hide from my uncle.

Qi Yan couldn't ask for a Tarot painting directly. Her uncle decided that there was a problem with the painting and would never hand it over easily. But it doesn't matter if Mr. Qi comes forward, Uncle Qi Yan can't go against his father's will.

Qi Yan agreed to take the matter, but Chu Qianli was still worried.

In the class, Tan Muxing found that her deskmate frowned and persuaded: "Qi Yan said she would help. She should be pretty reliable, so don't you need to worry?"

Chu Qianli sighed, "As long as I haven't touched the deck of cards, I will definitely be worried."

"Do you want it then?" Tan Muxing curiously asked, "I don't think you are interested in those star map manuscripts."

"That's a different tarot card. I couldn't touch it through the barrier at the time, so I couldn't really be sure, but there must be something wrong. That picture may record something the astrologer wanted to pass on."

"inherited?"

"Yes, there are many inherited skills in the domestic art. You can't learn a lot of advanced content outside. You have to ask the master in the introduction, just like many precious manuscripts are not passed on." Chu Qianli pouted, "If I didn't meet it. By the time Grandpa, it is estimated that he will not be able to learn Ziwei. It is obvious that it is no problem to get started, but you need to learn more about it."

Astrology is a bit like big data. It is also important to expand the database. Without the countless cases and experiences accumulated by the predecessors, it is too slow to study from scratch by one person alone.

Chu Qianli thought he was the number one in the world, but there were also amazing astrological geniuses in history. Collecting the materials left by these people may give you a deeper experience.

Chu Qianli couldn't find any useful information for herself before, but now she rarely finds the magic of Tarot paintings, so she naturally doesn't want to let it go.

After learning Ziwei Doushu, she didn't know the way to solve the premature death, but was inexplicably overwhelmed by the information of the Tarot painting, and maybe she could study new things from it.

Chu Qianli was panicked, she simply started directly, trying to get the results of the tarot painting, and then frowned: "Sure enough, you have to rely on yourself for what you want."

From the perspective of the hexagram, Qi Yan is indeed very reliable. She has been thinking about it all the time, but it is a pity that she did not say anything to Mr. Qi during his birthday, and did not have the opportunity to mention the Tarot painting.

Chu Qianli has been fidgeting, knowing that he and Qi Yan have no karma. Even if Qi Yan promised to help, Chu Qianli did not get the other party's things.

There is no one in the world for nothing, she knows the truth of this.

Chu Qianli thought about it for a while, and finally made up his mind in the entanglement.

Within two days, Qi Yan faced Chu Qianli who had taken the initiative to find him, and he hesitated: "Do you want to celebrate my grandfather's birthday?"

"Is it about that painting? You don't need to go there specifically, I always keep in mind that I will come and send you off." Qi Yan smiled, "You always avoid me, just don't want to involve my family. , Then you should also know that going to my house will be troublesome."

Qi Yan looked around for the metaphysical master, that is, Father Qi is superstitious about this matter. She wants to get the respect of grandpa, of course, she has to think of ways to do her best.

Qi Yan is very accurate in seeing people, Chu Qianli looks unreliable, but the other party is very clear in his heart.

Although He Shichen always prevented the two parties from meeting, if Chu Qianli really wanted to see herself, there would always be a way, but she didn't want to. She didn't like to deal with complicated wealthy families, and even fortune-telling to classmates at school, she didn't answer Qi Yan's words.

Qi Yan has read a lot of history books. These fortune-tellers have served the emperor, but they will also be given death by the emperor if they turn their heads. Chu Qianli is not as stupid as He Shichen said, she knows who to be with better than anyone else.

Qi Yan perceives Chu Qianli's abnormality. She has a keen mind and suspiciously said: "Could you figure out that I didn't get the painting? I shouldn't be so incompetent, am I?"

Chu Qianli now needs Qi Yan to make a bridge. How dare she break the truth and slap her face in one sentence, and smiled dryly: "How could it be? There is no such thing. Don't always talk about painting. It seems so much. No matter what, I will not urge you to paint every day."

"I just want to congratulate Grandpa Qi on birthday. Yes, I think the two families need to walk around. Maybe your grandpa can count as my grandpa in the future!" Chu Qianli said, and sang, "Yours. Grandpa, my grandpa, it seems all the same..."

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