Chapter 1101 I Am Yan Tao, but I Am Not Yan Tao 14

"Father……"

Qingyang Taoist priest frowned tightly, his eyes were deep and fierce, his divination fingers paused slightly, and he murmured, "Sure enough, nothing can be calculated. …”

The hexagrams he calculated were messy and complex, and it was impossible to calculate the true fate.

"His mother was born into a very noble family, and her life was full of misfortunes and disasters."

"Haha," Taoist Qingyang smiled softly, "That's it, nothing else can calculate anything. You are also a member of the same Taoist group, you should know that we need a lot of things when doing divination. Just give me one The child’s birthday and horoscope really don’t mean anything.”

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

"..."

The young man's cold peach blossom eyes looked cold and cold at the moment, and he looked at Qingyang Taoist Priest and felt panicked.

Qingyang swallowed and sold Qin Zong without hesitation, "This is none of my business, he asked me to forget it!"

Yan Tao smiled slightly.

The beautiful eyebrows gently curved into crescent moons, "So, you should have other ways to tell fortunes, right?"

Figure out what you want.

Qingyang turned his hand into a fist and put it gently against his lips. He subconsciously looked to the left and winked at Qin Zong.

You brat!

You never told me before that this little kid you raised is so awesome!

"..."

Qin Zong's stern face was full of calm, without any extraneous emotions, everything was light.

The mood is extremely light.

Indifferent and calm.

Look how angry Qingyang is!

Xiaoqi: Master, it was the future young lady who came to settle the matter with this old Taoist priest!

Master Yan's peach blossom eyes moved slightly.

Yes.

Why not.

The young man curled his lips and smiled softly. She casually took the turtle shell on the table.

He pressed his fair and slender left hand on the table and brought the six copper coins together to the edge of the table.

The crisp sound of coins colliding rang in my ears.

Crisp, yet a little thick.

"I have always told other people's fortunes," Yan Tao raised his brows slightly, his voice like a gurgling clear spring flowing through the mountains, filled with the cool air of the morning, "It's rare for someone to tell me fortunes."

"Taoist Master Qingyang has a high level of cultivation, so I guess... there will be no miscalculations."

The young man raised his eyes and looked at Qingyang coldly, "You think so?"

Qingyang gently grabbed the edge of the futon and swallowed hard.

Woohoo.

His old man is also miserable.

This guy has two hexagrams from one phase.

It was obvious that the person who should have died young was standing in front of him alive.

This is the appearance after changing the fate.

A pair of eyes were full of energy, and there was a faint nobility in them.

Black energy and golden light lingered above the heavenly palace, and the two masses of energy entwined together, covering the boy's face again.

We can only see his unruly nature, but more specifically, we can't see anything else.

That’s all.

Qingyang glanced at Qin Zong over there with eyes that were filled with light.

For the sake of this child, Master Dao must be miserable for once.

"please."

Qingyang slowly stretched out his hand and suppressed the teasing look in his eyes.

Qin Zong's stern face was slightly frozen, and his deep eyes fell on the dark brown turtle shell on the table.

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