Chapter 1101

"Father..."

Taoist Qingyang frowned tightly. The eyes in the different pupils were deep and slightly sharp. The divination fingers stopped slightly and murmured, "sure enough, nothing can be calculated..."

The divinatory symbols he calculated were messy and heavy, and he couldn't calculate the real life.

"His mother was born very expensive, suffered many hardships and suffered many disasters."

"Hehe," Taoist Qingyang smiled softly, "just like this, you can't calculate anything else. You're also a fellow Taoist. You should know that we need more things when we calculate. Just give me a child's birthday eight characters. You really can't calculate anything."

Yan Tao narrowed her eyes slowly. She sat back on the futon and put her slender fingers on her lap. "So, you should figure out something else."

“……”

The young man's cold peach blossom eyes looked cold and threatening at the moment. Looking at the Taoist Qingyang, it was a panic.

Qingyang swallowed his saliva and sold Qin Zong without hesitation, "it's none of my business. He told me to count!"

Yantao smiled.

The beautiful eyebrows and eyes gently bent into crescent moon, "so, you should have other ways to calculate divination?"

Figure out what you want.

Qingyang clenched his palm into a fist and gently pressed it against his lips. Subconsciously, he looked to the left and winked at Qin Zong.

You stinky boy!

You didn't tell me before that you raised such a powerful baby!

“……”

Qin Zong's cold face was full of peace. He couldn't see any superfluous emotions. Everything was light.

An extremely shallow mood.

Indifferent and calm.

Look at Qingyang. It's called Qi!

Xiao Qi: Master, it was the young lady of the future who asked the old Taoist to calculate!

Master Yan's peach blossom eyes moved gently.

Yeah.

Why not.

The boy hooked his lips and smiled gently. She casually took the turtle shell on the table.

The white slender left hand pressed on the table and put the six copper coins together to the table.

The crisp sound of copper coin collision rang in my ears.

Crisp and thick.

"I always do divination for others," Yan Tao raised his eyebrows gently, and his voice was like a gurgling spring flowing through the mountains, refreshing the cool air of the morning. "Few people have given me divination experience."

"Taoist Qingyang's cultivation is profound. There must be no miscalculation."

The boy raised his eyes and looked at the Qingyang coldly at the bottom of his eyes, "do you think so?"

Qingyang gently grasped the edge of the futon and swallowed saliva.

Woo woo.

He was miserable, too.

This boy has two trigrams in one phase.

It was clear that he should have died early, but he stood in front of him alive.

This changed the face after destiny.

A pair of eyes were full of energy, with cold and noble Qi in them.

The black air and golden light lingered on the heavenly palace, and the two groups of air lingered together, which covered the boy's face again.

We can only see his rebellious nature, but more specifically, we can't see one or two.

only.

Qingyang's bright eyes implied a glance at Qin Zong over there.

For the sake of this child, Taoist priest, please hurry once.

"Please."

Qingyang slowly stretched out his hand and restrained the teasing color from the bottom of his eyes.

Qin Zong's cold face was slightly frozen, and a pair of deep eyes fell on the dark brown turtle shell on the table.

Xiao Qi sat on the ground with his knees in his arms and his eyes wide open: "master, can this old guy really... Calculate your destiny?"