Chapter 1101 I am Yan Tao, not Yan Tao 14

"Father……"

Daoist Qingyang frowned tightly, his eyes were deep in the different pupils, and he was slightly fierce, but Bu Shou's fingers paused slightly, and he muttered, "Sure enough, nothing can be calculated. ..."

  The hexagrams he calculated were messy and multiple, and he couldn't calculate the true fate at all.

   "His mother was born very expensive, with many fate, and many catastrophes."

"Haha," Taoist Qingyang smiled lightly, "That's it, nothing else can be counted. You are a fellow in the same way. You should know that we need more things when we calculate. Just give me one. The birth date of a child is really nothing."

Yantao slowly narrowed her eyes, she sat back on the futon, and put her slender fingers on her lap, "So, you should have calculated something else."

  "……"

  The young boy's cold-eyed peach blossom eyes looked cold and compelling at this moment, and it was a flustered look at Qingyang Taoist priest.

   Qing Yang swallowed, and sold Qin Zong without hesitation, "It's none of my business, he told me to take care of it!"

   Yan Tao smiled slightly.

  The beautiful eyebrows were gently bent into crescents, "So, you should have other ways to fortune?"

  Calculate what you want.

   Qing Yang grasped his fist and gently pressed it against his lips, subconsciously looked to the left, and gave Qin Zong a wink.

  You brat!

  I didn’t tell me before, this little boy you raised is so powerful!

  "……"

  Qin Zong's stern face was full of calmness, he could not see any extra emotions, everything was faint.

  The mood is extremely light.

   Indifferent and calm.

  Look at Qingyang, this is called a madness!

  Xiao Qi: Master, it is the future young lady who is looking for this old Taoist priest!

  Master Yan's peach blossom eyes moved lightly.

Yes.

  Why not.

  The young man curled her lips and smiled softly. She took the tortoise shell on the table at will.

   Pressed his white and slender left hand on the table, and gathered the six copper coins on the side of the table.

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

  Crisp, and a bit heavy.

   "I always fortune telling to others," Yan Tao raised his brows lightly, and his voice was like a murmur of spring flowing across the mountains, breathing the cool air of the morning. "It's the experience of few people who fortune telling me."

   "Dao Chang Qingyang has a high level of cultivation, presumably... there will be no miscalculations."

  The young man raised his eyes and looked at Qing Yang with cold eyes, "You said so?"

   Qing Yang gently grabbed the edge of the futon, and swallowed hard.

  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  His old man is also miserable.

  This kid has two hexagrams in one phase.

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

  This changed the face after fate.

  A pair of eyes were full of vigor, and the cold and noble aura was faintly suppressed in the eyes.

  The black qi and golden light lingered above the heavenly palace, and the two groups of qi were entwined together, covering the face of this kid again.

   can only see its human nature, but more specifically, it is impossible to see one or two.

  That's it.

   Qingyang's shining eyes, if there is, glanced at Qin Zong over there seemingly.

  For this child, Dao Ye will be sad once he reminds him.

"Please."

  Qingyang slowly stretched out his hand, condensing the laughter in his eyes.

  Qin Zong's stern complexion slightly condensed, and a pair of deep eyes fell on the dark brown tortoise shell on the table.

  Xiao Qi sat on the ground with her knees in her arms, her eyes wide open: "Master, can this old fellow...calculate your fate?"

  (End of this chapter)