I had considered it before. Yang Xiayuan came to me and Mr. Yin put most of his hopes on me. There was no need to bring so many Feng Shui masters.
If you really want to lead him, one Qin Tai is enough, and the rest are obviously foils.
And the moment this idea appeared, it was deeply ingrained in my mind!
There seems to be no problem, but that’s the biggest problem!
Regardless of whether Yang Xiayuan knew about the underground river, Qin Tai's statement would definitely not be able to break the situation, otherwise it would not have consumed Yang Xiayuan's life. I couldn't figure out the problem clearly at the moment.
"Mr. Luo? Why are you in a daze?" Yang Xiayuan looked at me again.
His round and wrinkled face once again put on a smile, and he said somewhat profoundly: "Mr. Qin is a giant in the Feng Shui world. If he can find a disciple, it will be a lesson for you. If anything happens to Mr. Qin, If there are any mistakes, it depends on Mr. Luo."
It was clear that the way Yang Xiayuan looked at me and the words he spoke meant something.
Then Zhao Si suddenly spoke up and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang. Mr. Qin joins us. There is absolutely no reason for any mistakes. Let's let Luo Shiliu have a long experience. After all, Feng Shui does not rely entirely on inheritance, and his experience is also very important." It’s important to prevent other young people from taking detours.”
"We will have a good discussion with him later and discuss our experiences." While talking, Zhao Si also came and patted me on the shoulder.
His words seemed to be derogatory to me, but also meant to compliment me. If it were another ordinary person with less experience, he might have believed it.
To me now, I feel that all his actions seem very vulgar and childish.
"Just listen to Farm Master Yang. Mr. Yin and I will make a decision after we go into the mountain." I replied to Yang Xiayuan in a neither humble nor condescending manner.
Qin Tai also ordered the Feng Shui masters to pack their things and help Jiang Meng and Jiang Yan.
I originally planned to call Blind Chen, but at the end of my line of sight, Blind Chen and the wolf mastiff were both going down the mountain.
At the same time, I suddenly discovered something strange.
Qin Tai's face changed.
A moment ago, he had a kind face and long and smooth eyebrows.
At this moment, half of his right eyebrow was broken off.
There seems to be a white line at the Yintang that goes into the ear and hangs down to the nose.
Qin Tai's face change is also a kind of dying face, and it is also a very serious death syndrome.
After three days of misery, he may die suddenly at any time.
Not only Qin Tai, but also the other Feng Shui masters, a total of nine, all have more or less fatal symptoms.
I feel extremely chilly. Everything was fine just now, but now they are almost dead?
Doesn't it mean that the place where the Shengmen pointed by Qin Tai is in danger of death?
Faces and complexions are the first instincts, and the next moment you look at their faces, there will be nothing strange about them.
I also discovered something. I met quite a few Feng Shui masters, and I even met a Taoist priest.
Zhang Er is the only one who can read Feng Shui and tell fortunes like me.
The rest of the Feng Shui masters are indeed just Feng Shui masters.
Otherwise, someone should be able to detect the changes in their faces.
Everyone went to clean up, and only Yang Xiayuan was left with us.
A gloomy smile suddenly flashed across his face: "Mr. Luo, take care of it now that it's here. Don't be too impatient before it's time for you to take action."
"People's life and death are determined long ago. Only by seeing through it without telling it can we reduce trouble." Yang Xiayuan's words made people feel chilling.
His reaction confirmed my thoughts.
Not only does he want these people to take the lead, he also wants them to die!
The next moment, Yang Xiayuan put away all changes in his expression, and looked like an old man again.
He whistled and raised his arms.
I didn't show any other emotional changes and turned around to pack my things.
Mr. Yin stood still in the distance.
I glanced at Yang Xiayuan with my peripheral vision.
I found that he looked slightly unnatural.
He blew the whistle again, and the sound was louder!
I didn’t go to see him any more and went into the tent to clean up.
During this period, Yang Xiayuan blew the whistle at least seven or eight times.
When I finished cleaning up and came out of the tent, I found that Yang Xiayuan's face was already livid, and he was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.
From the first time he blew the whistle, I knew that Yang Xiayuan definitely didn't know what happened last night.
Even he doesn’t know, and it’s even less likely that the others will know!
Now, no matter how much he blows, the gray parrot won't be able to come back.
It's not that I'm ruthless. Although gray parrots are also psychic, they are too vicious.
I don't know if my temper is like that or if I have been with Yang Xiayuan for too long, I am cruel and murderous.
He would suggest killing people at every turn, and would even mention the word "kill" when he was frightened.
If it hadn't been too arrogant last night, it wouldn't have forced me to attack it, and it wouldn't have been killed by Shen Ji. After all, missing such a thing will save us a lot of unnecessary trouble.
I didn't pretend I couldn't see it, but I still planned to step forward and at least ask a question or two.
However, Qin Tai's group was obviously faster, and they had already surrounded Yang Xiayuan.
When I walked over, Yang Xiayuan waved his hand and said, "Don't wait for that beast. I don't know where it has gone. It will come to me when it comes back. Let's go!"
