In the next few days, Lu Wenming just studied Bazi and Ziwei Dou Shu.
Naturally, it is necessary to check the birthdays of family members, so...
"My father lost his father when he was young."
"Go away, when did your grandfather leave? You don't know?"
"My cousin is not very well educated..."
"She dropped out of high school to work, didn't you know?"
"My cousin's fate..."
"Okay, okay, what you learned is messy and useless. Go ahead and take out the trash."
"..."
Lu Wenming was kicked out of the house with a garbage bag, and he seemed to understand a truth. Telling fortunes with people you know well is not a thank you. If you get something bad, whether you should tell it or not is another question.
Can it be avoided by saying this? Is it possible that it could lead to something worse? Or even implicated yourself in it?
He sighed and said: "It's unknown..."
I feel like numerology is another question, whether I should talk about it or not.
Sitting on a chair by the roadside in a daze.
Lu Wenming took out his mobile phone and looked at Zhao Qingxue's account. These days, the two of them had not sent a message. After thinking about it, he took the initiative to contact her: "Miss Zhao, how are you doing recently?"
In Shenghai, in an apartment, Zhao Qingxue, who lives alone, is cooking soup.
His face turned a little pale, he coughed, and waited boredly for the soup to be cooked. Then he saw a message on his phone. He picked it up and looked at it, only to find that it was Lu Wenming.
"Yeah, not bad."
After sighing, he also replied the message.
Then she looked at the rain outside in a daze. She had been frail and sick since she was a child, but her health had improved a lot through her practice over the years. However, she recruited thirteen masters and Taigong Immortal Master on the ship to help her hide the matter of Lu Wen's order to Wushan as a secret. It doesn't come without a price either.
After returning home, I couldn't help but feel sick, and I'm feeling a little better today.
When the soup is ready, pour it out gurglingly, the spoon swaying in the porcelain bowl, making the sound of porcelain rubbing, but my mood is quite complicated.
She has been dreaming frequently in the past few days. It used to be nightmares, but she still follows it now, but the difference is that there is always an extra figure in the dream to save her...
Look at the chat box on the phone screen.
Zhao Qingxue sighed. She could be saved in dreams, but not in reality. What she needed to face were the nightmares she had when she was a child.
"Miss Zhao, I saw the golden light curse."
"Um."
"I have been practicing recently, do you feel okay? In addition, I have started to learn the five arts..."
"Um."
After seeing a few brief "ums", Lu Wenming felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his heart. He smiled bitterly and asked directly: "Miss Zhao, are you busy?"
"without."
"Then...you hate me?"
"Well, it's annoying. Someone is still calling Miss Zhao. Maybe we are not familiar with each other at all."
"..."
Lu Wenming looked at his phone, a silly smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and replied: "If you say I'm not familiar with you, don't you call someone by name when you're on the boat?"
Zhao Qingxue: "..."
Then he replied helplessly: "When I made the oath, I called you husband."
Lu Wenming: "Hey, madam."
Zhao Qingxue: "..."
She couldn't help but smile. This man knew how to climb along the pole. Why didn't she know he was so shameless before? Turning the spoon, he lazily tapped the screen with one hand and replied: "That's right. I learn very quickly. I will be able to deceive little girls in the future."
"Madam, madam."
"...If you have anything to say, please tell me immediately."
She seemed dissatisfied, but in fact she didn't refute. Let him take advantage of some flattery on the Internet. After all, Wushan and his party were in so much trouble, and he owed it to him.
"Madam, I had a fortune teller a few days ago, and that person said that there will be a red Luan in my husband and wife palace this year, which will be a good match for me."
"...Where did you hire a crappy master?"
"I can't tell what the master's level is. Why don't you help me figure it out?"
"……You."
Zhao Qingxue sighed. She regretted it now. She was impulsive on the boat, but she also forgot that Lu Wenming had such a temperament that he would never give up easily.
If you don't like it, Lu Wenming is indeed a good prospect.
But just because I like him, I don’t want him to enter the whirlpool of the White Lotus Sect...
"Listen clearly."
"In the metaphysics circle, don't reveal your horoscope casually. It's very dangerous. Do you understand?"
"Even if it's me, aren't you afraid that I'll harm you?"
When Lu Wenming saw the reply, he said bluntly: "If my wife wants to harm me, why should she try every means to cover it up for me and let me go home safely?"
"Jimao, Dingmao, Dingmao, Bingwu."
"Ma'am, why don't you take a look?"
Seeing him send the horoscope directly, Zhao Qingxue could only smile bitterly. Sometimes this person was so "honest and upright" that people could do nothing about it. But these horoscopes...
The fire is really strong, no wonder he cares about people so much.
Generally speaking, Ding Huo is a candlelight fire or a spark, which is not so dazzling, but this fate... is already like a spark that can start a prairie fire.
Wait, all four are peach blossoms?
It shouldn’t be...
Well, Mao Wu broke up. Before the right relationship, peach blossoms were ruined, so it was consistent that they failed to meet each other. After all, according to what he said, there was still a girl around him, but he lacked feelings and could not collide emotionally. Naturally There will be no romance either.
And the reason for the lack of emotion...
Alas, I hope not.
Zhao Qingxue pressed her temples in confusion. Now she regretted bringing Lu Wenming into this circle. The deeper the relationship, the more helpless she would be...
"In the year of Renyin, there is no gold in any of the zodiac signs. A man is destined to have good fortune and his wife is destined to have good fortune. Where did you get the right fate..."
After the news was sent out, Zhao Qingxue was stunned.
Yes, there are no fleeting years, but there are people you meet.
Her horoscopes are: Renwu, Renzi, Gengshen, and Dinghai.
Japanese Yen, Geng Metal, and Ding Fire overcome it, and they will be official officials. A female is destined to be a positive official as her husband... In her fate, Ding Fire happens to be the God of Joy and Use.
"I don't believe it. There are no peach blossoms in the fleeting year, but there are red Luan. I must be right."
"I've also learned the Eight-Zi Ziwei Dou Shu in the past few days. Please send me the Eight-Zi to see."
He naturally made a presumptuous request. Zhao Qingxue was silent for a while before replying: "I tell you, but you must not give it to anyone else. Do you understand?"
"Um!"
Seeing his happy look, Zhao Qingxue still sent out the horoscope.
It only takes a few days, what can you learn?
I guess I can't see anything...
Zhao Qingxue was in a daze, but she didn't notice that the black energy of the jade medal on her body disappeared in a flash. Over there, Lu Wenming started studying it eagerly after getting the horoscope.
But he didn't know that there was a black shadow behind him watching him quietly.
"The whole plate is full of Rengui water. No wonder it is so beautiful. The gold life of the yen is completely beautiful. It is so wonderful to support Shenjin to have roots on this day. Otherwise, he would either die young or go crazy. After all, even if you sit alone and have Shenjin, Gen, this character's physical strength is also extremely weak."
"Gold water hurts the official, so it is better to see the official, so Ding Huo is the god who likes to use things."
"The Dinghai branch of the hour has no Qi in the Ding fire. It depends entirely on the noon fire of the year branch, but its roots are far away. Although it is protected by the ancestral shade, it is inevitable to be weak and sick in childhood."
"Ziwu is in conflict with each other, and the peach blossoms should be mixed, but the sun pillar sits alone and dies in the sky..."
"Is this why your sword cuts peach blossoms?"
Analysis of Lu Wenming.
Zhao Qingxue said: "..."
