Zichou Yinmaochen is already noon...
Chen hour and Si hour are not the same hour.
There was two hours in between!
Zhang Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Li Qiuran and found that she was in the same situation.
Boiling sheep... Bah, it's Zheng Yubo. When he was thinking about it, he said that he was an hour older than Wang Xiyuan, and Wang Xiyuan was born in Chenshi.
But the birth date on the table says Si Shi...
This can only mean two results, either Zheng Yubo remembered it wrong, or the birth date is not Wang Xiyuan's!
And he also said that sometimes Wang Xiyuan is very quiet, likes fishing, taciturn, and seems like a different person.
This fucking person has changed, this fucking person is basically two people!
Therefore, Chen Linger is not marrying Wang Xiyuan, but the twin brother who was born an hour later than Wang Xiyuan.
This can explain why the most dignified young master in the world wants to marry a girl from a mediocre family background.
However, since they are twin brothers, why does no one in the world know about them?
The Immortal Mansion is very mysterious and has few guests.
Wang Zhuyang and Xiao Xingyue are deliberately hiding information about their second child, not wanting him to be known to the outside world.
Wang Xiyuan is helping his younger brother go on a blind date. All the problems are caused by his younger brother.
After figuring out the problem, Zhang Qingyuan seemed to have touched the truth.
Seeing Zhang Qingyuan suddenly paused, the two families focused their attention on him.
I am not afraid that Western medicine doctors will smile, but I am afraid that Chinese medicine doctors will have low eyebrows. The same applies to fortune telling.
People who go to tell fortunes are afraid that the fortune teller will say something shocking.
Wang Zhuyang, who was standing on the left, looked at Zhang Qingyuan and asked carefully: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with my son's birthday?"
He stared at Zhang Qingyuan, fearing that he would see something, but when he thought about it, what else could he know.
Xiao Xingyue's beautiful eyes suddenly stood up, and she looked him up and down.
Zhang Qingyuan looked embarrassed and said, "Ahem, I suddenly feel sick to my stomach."
"cough……"
A group of people turned around with disdain at the same time. Chen Jianghai said: "Xiannephew, don't be surprised in the future. It's so scary."
"I'm not very interested in divination. I don't even understand the heavenly stems and the earthly branches."
Zhang Qingyuan doesn't think this is a shameful thing. He has been practicing Taoism for more than three years, spending half of his time practicing martial arts and the other half reading scriptures. How can he have time to study this.
He and Li Qiuran remained calm, smiling as usual.
At this moment, He Qingxian also finished his calculations.
He put it down and said with a smile to the two heads of the family: "Congratulations to Immortal Wang and congratulations to Senior Chen. Your son and your daughter have a very good destiny match. The tenth day of next month is an excellent day. It will be very suitable to get married at that time."
"Thank you, Taoist Master Qingxian. Your little care is not disrespectful."
As he said this, Wang Zhuyang took out a piece of silver from his body and found it to be fifty taels.
He Qingxian's eyes lit up. What he lacked most now was money.
All his money was intercepted by the Thousand Eagle Demon Lord, otherwise he wouldn't be begging for food.
He accepted it very naturally and said that Wang Zhuyang was a good man.
It's too generous. In the past, at Sanqing Temple, any amount of more than two taels of silver was considered a windfall.
After receiving the money, He Qingxian cupped his fists and complimented: "Then I will help the two newlyweds get married, and they will be together for a hundred years."
"Thank you very much. Let's ask the cook to serve the food."
Then it was time to eat again, and there was a lot of changing of cups and glasses at the dinner table.
After lunch, the two families continued to discuss marriage matters, and Zhang Qingyuan and the other three returned to the cross-yard.
"Oh, you have to be from a wealthy family, so you have to spend a lot of money, fifty taels!"
He Qingxian sighed as he walked, holding the money in his hand, thinking that the money for his escape was now secured.
He was thinking of running away, not for anything else, but to avoid the coming bloody disaster.
He didn't know where the disaster would come from, so he planned to run away for the sake of his own life and not to cause trouble to Zhang Qingyuan.
"By the way, junior brother, brother is now rich. Second brother will make you a body robe later. I will wear this one."
Zhang Qingyuan and Li Qiuran remained silent. He Qingxian glanced at them and felt a little strange, "What's wrong with you two?"
When he reached the door of the room, Zhang Qingyuan pushed him, and He Qingxian stumbled and was pushed into the room.
Zhang Qingyuan followed closely behind, and Li Qiuran entered the room and closed the door.
He Qingxian was even more puzzled. He held the money tightly in his hands and said in horror: "What are you going to do? I tell you, I earned this money by myself."
Seeing their still unsmiling eyes, he stepped back inside and said, "What, at most three or seven!"
Bang, he fell on the bed, and Zhang Qingyuan said: "Who wants your money? We are looking for you for other reasons."
He Qingxian breathed a sigh of relief, put the money into his sleeves, and said, "You told me earlier, you scared me."
He sat up straight and adjusted his robes, "Tell me, what is it?"
As long as it's not a money grab, it's easy to say anything.
Li Qiuran stepped forward at this time and asked: "Second senior brother, we want to ask, regarding Wang Xiyuan's fate, if his birthday is raised by one hour, will there be any changes?"
"Adjust it by one hour?"
He Qingxian didn't understand why it was necessary to increase it by an hour. How to increase it?
"What Qiu Ran means is that if Si time is replaced by Chen time, and you do the math, will such a birth date still match Chen Ling'er?
In other words, if Wang Xiyuan has a twin brother, are there any problems with the brothers? "Zhang Qingyuan explained.
Although He Qingxian didn't know what riddle they were playing, he still stretched out his hand to figure it out.
"It is said that a person's fate is predestined. This is not true at all. A person's fate is predestined from birth."
He calculated while saying: "Some people are born with good food and clothing, while others are born into poverty.
But this does not mean that it will be like this for the rest of your life. After all, in addition to fate, there is also luck.
Fate cannot be changed, but luck can be changed.
If he has good clothes and good food but is unlucky, then he will be nothing in this life.
But poor people, if they are lucky, may not be able to become rich overnight..."
Before he finished speaking, his calculating hand suddenly stopped.
His brows gradually furrowed, seeming a little unbelievable.
"What's the calculation?" Zhang Qingyuan asked hurriedly.
He Qingxian took a deep breath and said, "Even if it's Chen Shi, there won't be much of a problem, but if it's two brothers, the problem will be big."
Zhang Qingyuan and Li Qiuran's eyes lit up at the same time, and they hurriedly sat in front of him.
"Be specific."
He Qingxian said: "I have two comments." He raised his head and said:
"At Chenshi, the sky is full of peach blossoms.
At this time, the family’s flowers are scattered all over the place!
Because Wang Zhuyang claims to be an immortal, but he is not an immortal, and his destiny is not enough to support his name. Therefore, if he has a son, the backlash of fate may come true in his son.
Of course, this is just what hexagrams say, but hexagrams cannot be completely correct.
After all, some comments have nothing to do with real people. Some people's hexagrams show that they are facing disaster, but others are rising steadily.
Just like those who were emperors, even those who were not rich and powerful when they were born, but should be kings of subjugated countries, could not escape. "
Hexagrams should not be believed in at all, some things are nonsense.
If everyone is as the fortune teller says, then no matter how hard you work, it will be over if you just listen to the fortune teller.
"But Wang Zhuyang believed it. He believed that his son was a domestic beauty who was ruined everywhere." Zhang Qingyuan looked at Li Qiuran and said.
Li Qiuran also nodded: "So, for so many years, he has been hiding his second son, not letting him go out, and not letting outsiders know, because he is afraid that the family flower will become disabled when he goes out."
"Wait, what are you talking about?" He Qingxian looked confused.
Zhang Qingyuan combined his guess with his hexagram skills, and He Qingxian finally understood.
"So, what you are saying is that Wang Zhuyang also has a son, and Chen Ling'er wants to celebrate his other son?"
"Now that I think about it, it should be like this."
"But that's not right." He Qingxian said: "Even if the other son is destined to be a dead flower, with Chen Ling'er's fate, it has no effect on happiness at all."
"There's none?"
"No."
He Qingxian said very firmly, and Zhang Qingyuan was confused now.
He was very convinced of the second senior brother's hexagram technique. Since he said it didn't exist, it definitely didn't exist.
"Then why do they want to marry Chen Ling'er."
The problem seems to be back to square one.
The three of them sat in the room and thought. What made Zhang Qingyuan even more strange was, why did Xiao Xingyue show murderous intent towards him?
The three of them sat in the room and were puzzled. After a long time, He Qingxian stood up and said, "Maybe people like her style.
Okay, you two don't have to think about it, I'm going to the bathroom and we'll talk when I get back. "
After saying that, he walked out of the room.
As I walked, I thought about it. If you still have other people to worry about, you are my senior brother and I am going to be in big trouble.
Although he doesn't fully believe in fortune telling, he still has confidence in himself when it comes to luck.
Go to the hut, take off your pants, and fly down three thousand feet.
He covered his nose and cried.
He said in disgust: "It stinks."
While taking a dump, he muttered to himself: "Happiness and everything else are feudal superstitions, and Chen Ling'er's birthday horoscope has no effect on happiness at all.
I have been telling fortunes for so many years and I am not clear about it?
It's hard for a family girl to survive outside the home, but it's hard to be a father.
If you want your flowers to survive, the best way is to fertilize them.
I remember that there was a method in a cult, which was to find a person with a tougher destiny, bind the numerology to him, and then kill the tougher person in front of him, and forcefully fertilize him with blood sacrifice... …”
He Qingxian suddenly closed his mouth, and his sphincter suddenly tightened.
"It seems that my junior brother's life is very hard. It is popular among the people. It is said that Zhenwu descends to the earth... much harder than the immortal..."
No, no, no, I'm overthinking it.
He denied himself repeatedly. With Wang Zhuyang's identity, how could he be superstitious and superstitious? Fortune telling was all a lie, and a cult was even less trustworthy.
Xiao Xingyue targeted my junior brother because he was mean and disgusting to look at.
The disciples of the Immortal Mansion all came out just to show off their family's pomp and had nothing to do with surrounding my junior brother.
Yes, yes, I must be overthinking.
"hehe."
He forced out a couple of laughs.
But just after he finished laughing, he took a piece of tissue paper and wiped his butt randomly.
"Stop lying to yourself. How could it be okay?"
He put on his pants and stood up, opened the door of the latrine and walked out.
He saw two immortal kings from the Immortal Mansion standing outside the latrine door, looking at him expressionlessly.
"Haha, you guys have to poop too. I'm done, please."
He Qingxian forced out a smile and pretended to be calm.
"What was the Taoist muttering about in the latrine just now?" one of them asked.
"Nothing, shitting is boring, just chanting sutras."
"The Taoist priest is so pious. He even chants sutras when he goes to the hut."
He Qingxian moved out and explained: "Hey, what, I've been constipated these past few days, and chanting sutras while defecating will help smooth bowel movements, hehe."
The two Immortal Mansion disciples moved forward slowly, surrounding He Qingxian.
He Qingxian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked around. It seemed that he had no retreat.
"etc!"
He stretched out his hand and the two stopped.
"Can Rong Pindao say something?"
"Please say your last words."
"Thanks."
He Qingxian first took a deep breath, then took a sharp breath, and shouted into the yard:
"Junior brother, run quickly, their target is you!!"
boom!
An Immortal Lord slapped his palm out from the air, and the palm force instantly hit his stomach.
He Qingxian only felt that he was hit by a speeding carriage and flew backwards instantly.
boom!
There was another muffled sound, and he hit the wall and was stopped by the stone wall.
I did two hexagrams today.
I didn’t calculate it for myself...
Struggling to stand up, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and the few internal forces in his dantian were mobilized by him.
Damn it, just die.
I'm stopping you, junior brother, run quickly...
