The Greatest Astrologist

The sudden situation made everyone confused.

Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing each greeted their families, and then they followed the man in black who took the lead in the car, along with the driver of the extended car.

Inside the car, a man in black was sitting in the driving seat, Tan’s driver was sitting in the co-pilot, and Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing were sitting in the back row. The scene was once very funny.

The driver of the Tan family put his arms around the window casually. He glanced at the street outside the window, then glanced at the man in black, and said casually, "Can you drive? Or I will drive?"

The man in black clasped the steering wheel, and had the illusion of being in a driving school. He hurriedly said: "I can drive, I can drive..."

How dare he let this person take the steering wheel, he does not know where he will drive, and now he is afraid of encountering a fight while driving.

Two high school students in school uniforms sat in the back. Chu Qianli turned to look at the huge motorcade behind, exclaiming: "Do you go to school every day like this? I haven't noticed it before!"

Tan Muxing replied with difficulty: "...Yes, Uncle Qi used to send her sister, but now he is sending me."

Uncle Qi is the driver of the extension car, and now the co-pilot sitting in the car.

The "elder sister" mentioned by Tan Muxing is his uncle and daughter, who should be regarded as his cousin.

Chu Qianli: "Is this the happiness of the wealthy? Then do you go to school?"

Tan Muxing flushed with shame, and hurriedly said: "No, no, no, actually my sister wanted to refuse grandma when she was in junior high school. She felt so embarrassed that she was like a nouveau riche, and she quarreled with her grandma about who would kidnap a child in the capital. That's no brainer..."

Man in black:"……"

"She also said that she would have no friends at school like this, and that so many car exhausts were not environmentally friendly. Anyway, grandma was not allowed to do this. The two were very unhappy at the time..."

Chu Qianli asked, "Then my sister turned down using environmental protection, so Uncle Qi came to see you off?"

Tan Muxing shook his head: "No, then my grandma paid for an ecological public welfare forest project, saying that this would offset the exhaust from the car platoon at home. After my sister went abroad to study, Uncle Qi came to pick me up."

Chu Qianli: "?"

Tan Muxing bowed his head in distress: "My sister was arguing with grandma when she was in middle school, and there was no result in the end, so I won't argue."

Talking about Mu Xing's character is not as strong as his cousin, how can he do something that the cousin hasn't done?

Uncle Qi was sitting in the co-pilot. He glanced at the man in black and casually said, "You can call the old lady later. She might have fun after knowing this."

Tan Muxing Tucao: "...then show off on a video for my sister?"

Outside the villa on the outskirts of Beijing, everyone was waiting in the house for news. When they saw the vehicles outside, they turned around and reported: "Master Wan, people are coming!"

Wan Ke Tan waited for a long time, he nodded slightly, waiting for Chu Qianli to show up.

Others stood by the railing, looking weird and said, "Oh? No, why are there so many cars?"

"Have you called that many people?"

"It's the same as when the police came in the movie."

Five or six unfamiliar cars surrounded the door of the villa, but none of the people who got out of the cars were in black.

The security guard in the villa area chased the motorcade over. He was quite dissatisfied, but suppressed his temper and said loudly: "Our community has regulations. Each family has a limit on the number of cars that can be entered. If you are using a wedding team, you must report in advance. of!"

"You blocked the road, what should other owners do?"

Uncle Qi got out of the car, facing the angry security guard, he patted the shoulder of the man in black, and the old **** was saying: "Tell him, I'm not familiar with it, I didn't want to come."

The man in black quickly communicated with the security guard: "I'll come, let me see how to schedule..."

Uncle Qi and others did not want to drive the car into the underground parking garage. They had to squat with two children in front of the villa, making the scene chaotic.

This was supposed to be a changing meeting, but now it is full of noise and noise.

Wan Ketan was standing on the third floor of the villa. He looked at the noise downstairs and said with his eyebrows: "No one with the surname Xu is as big as hers!"

Wan Ketan has met many celebrities and wealthy people, but he has never seen such a horizontal counterpart. They are basically pretending masters. How can a team block the door? Isn't this all secular practice?

Downstairs, Chu Qianli also felt that extravagance was wrong, but as expected, no one could refuse the worldly vanity. Once in a big pomp, he could understand the arrogance of his peers, being so praised by others every day, and it would be easy for anyone to change.

Someone stood at the door of the villa and led Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing in. Uncle Qi was worried and asked someone to follow up.

The decoration of the house is classical and majestic, all made of oriental wooden furniture, and various feng shui appliances are displayed in the corner, which always feels gloomy for some reason.

As soon as Tan Muxing entered the house, he felt that the surroundings became quiet, like coming to a quiet temple or Taoist temple, which made people afraid to come out. He frowned slightly, repelled subconsciously, and followed Chu Qianli step by step.

When the crowd walked to the second floor, the guide suddenly stopped and said, "Master Chu, further up is the place for Master Wan to clean up. Don't keep up with others."

Before Chu Qianli and Tan Evening Xing spoke, Uncle Qi interjected forcefully: "Then you just let him go downstairs and talk, so that it won't bother him cleanly."

The man said angrily: "How do you speak? Do you understand the rules!?"

"Anyone who is a master can go down the mountain, why can't you, Master Wan, go downstairs? Really fooling us laymen!"

"...Do you still know Mr. Xu Dao?"

Chu Qianli made up his knife next to him: "No, Mr. Xu still lives on the mountain where his ancestors go."

Talking about the family's dealings with Qianshan Taoist priests all the year round, they may be the group of people who least believe in the master.

After all, the Qianshan Taoist Temple is well-known throughout the country, and they don't think there are so many things to do with the Taoist priests. Why do foreign masters dare to make a fuss?

The guide could not be noisy with Uncle Qi, so he went upstairs angrily and reported the news to Wan Ketan.

Tan Muxing was standing on the second floor. He looked around the unfamiliar environment and said worriedly: "What does Master Wan want to talk to you?"

Chu Qianli was staring blankly at the candlelight in the corner. There were a lot of marigolds on the small table next to them, all of them swaying bright lights, emitting a warm yellow gleam in the dim, which happened to be seven. Intricate amulet is posted around, and strange formations are also painted, looking like a sacrificial platform.

"Ah..." When Chu Qianli heard the words, she regained her senses and replied, "I can probably guess, but maybe he will be disappointed."

At this time, the guide walked down the stairs. He looked calm and said: "Master Chu, Master Wan said that if you are scared, you can start the calculation now and see if there is anyone ambushing on the third floor."

"It's really a way of thinking together." Chu Qianli sighed. She looked back to talk about the evening star, and said again, "Then let's go up and let Uncle Qi and the others sit down for a while."

"The idlers and others can't go upstairs."

"He's not a messy person waiting." Chu Qianli murmured, "Besides, the schoolbag homework is so heavy, I can't climb up on my back, so understand the third year of high school."

Guide: "..."

Chu Qianli spoke eloquently: "He can rely on the old and sell the old and never go downstairs. I am the flower of the motherland, so why don't people carry backpacks?"

Guide: "...then you come up."

Uncle Qi watched the two children upstairs and said, "Just shout if you have something to do. Let's rush up directly."

Tan Muxing hurriedly said: "No, no, no, Uncle Qi, you are no longer in the army, so you can't rush around..."

Tan Muxing followed her to the third floor with the excuse of helping Chu Qianli carry her schoolbag, and saw the guide report again.

Chu Qianli squatted down, she took out something from her bag, stuffed it into Tan Muxing's arms, and put her school bag back on her shoulders again.

Tan Muxing looked down at the object in his arms, and said in a daze, "This..."

Before Tan Muxing had time to ask, the guide came out of the room, making him subconsciously hide the things in his arms.

The guide said solemnly: "Master Chu, please come in."

Chu Qianli followed the other person into the house, still murmuring: "Talking for three minutes, standing for two hours, it's really like making a movie."

Tan Muxing stood outside the house silently and waited, and soon saw the guide close the door.

The rooms on the third floor are square in layout and have excellent lighting, which is completely different from the gloomy second floor. All kinds of calligraphy and paintings are posted on the wall, and there are Taoist calligraphy in the middle, which is really a place for repairs.

The smell of tea is permeated in the air, mixed with the smell of sandalwood.

At the table, the wrinkled old man was making tea, and a small incense burner was displayed not far away, with light-colored smoke and misty mist.

Wan Ketan raised his head and looked at Chu Qianli.

In an instant, Chu Qianli realized that the two parties were starting their hexagrams at the same time, and they raced against each other to deduct it.

Outside the window, the birds fluttered their wings, the sandalwood clouds in the house were lingering, and the tea in the cup was ups and downs. Everything moves, everything does not move, everything can become a hexagram.

This moment penetrated time and space, seemingly short and like a fire, but it was extremely long.

Chu Qianli took the lead to leave, she unloaded her school bag casually and sat at the tea table with a grin.

Wan Ketan's expression is complicated: "Chu Yizhen really let you come here?"

Chu Qianli said frankly: "It's useless if grandpa is worried. He can't get out of the coffin. At most, he will give you a dream at night."

Wan Ke Tan Yi startled: "He is dead?"

"Yeah, didn't you just count it?" Chu Qianli smiled suddenly, "Oh, then I know your level, people who haven't seen you for many years will be considered fuzzy, right?"

"Huh, but he has too many tricks, I thought it was fake death again." Wan Ketan's eyes were cold, and he sneered, "I don't know if he is dead or not, you are going to die, little girl."

Wan Ketan was greatly disappointed when he saw Chu Qianli. He was not sure whether Chu Yizheng was alive, but now seeing her face, he was convinced that the person should really be gone.

Wan Ketan wanted to shock Chu Qianli, but he didn't think she would be moved, and even stabbed back lightly.

Chu Qianli didn't panic: "It's okay, don't worry, I die before you, and I can catch up with burning paper for you, sir, don't laugh at anyone, why bother!"

Wan Ke Tan was furious: "You..."

"I don't want to drink this, can I order a cup of milk tea?" Chu Qianli looked at the Mingqian tea on the table, and saw the other party blowing beard and staring, muttering, "Okay, please don't be stingy with a cup of milk tea now. I will give it to you next year. You sweep the tomb, and I will take what you like, and have contacts with each other."

Wan Ketan: "!!!?"