After returning to the city, the real daughter of Xuanxue just wants to start a career

"Zhiyu Zhiyu!"

Bai's mother ignored her elegance and hurried to her second son's side, stopping two steps away.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart was full of emotions.

"Good boy, how did you recover?"

As he said that, he couldn't help but squat down, pull up Bai Zhiyu's trouser leg, squeeze it again and again, and wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Bai Mozheng interrupted the atmosphere at this moment.

It was so late at night, standing in the yard chatting, it was pitch dark and the night wind was a bit chilly, it was inappropriate.

"Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and three more guests are here. Please take a seat. Let's go back to the hall and talk."

"Yes, yes, let's go in and talk, go in and talk."

Bai Mu carefully pulled Bai Zhiyu inside, while Bai Mozheng supported Mr. Bai.

Everyone lowered their heads and looked at Bai Zhiyu's footsteps, as if they were watching something new. The scene was slightly funny.

Father Bai ushered the guests into the house.

He Yue noticed a pair of eyes staring at him.

She looked around and saw the open sight.

Heyue slowed down without leaving any trace.

The owner of the sight, wearing a green robe and a neatly trimmed mustache, approached her.

He asked her in a tone of curiosity and disbelief.

"Are you the lost little girl that the Bai family found?"

He Yue nodded slightly: "Yes."

"I used to tell fortunes, and you were clearly on the verge of death. Unexpectedly, things changed in just a few days."

Hearing what he said, He Yue remembered the gossip that her elder brother had told her before. It turned out that this was Master Zhang who was sent out by his father.

She smiled.

But this master does have some abilities.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little respect in her heart.

"Although destiny is fixed, it can also be changed. For five thousand years, China has been in awe of ghosts and gods, but it has never adhered to rules. Isn't it the knowledge that we have engraved in our bones to change destiny against the will of heaven." He Yue said softly, "Prying into the fortunes of others, For yourself, it is both a blessing and a curse. If you don't relax your mind and don't be moved by external things."

"you--"

Master Zhang wanted to say something more after hearing this, but He Yue had already strode away.

The butler arranges tea fruits for the guests in an orderly manner in the kitchen.

In the hall, Bai Mu held Bai Zhiyu with tears in her eyes, crying with joy.

With outsiders around, Bai Zhiyu couldn't explain how he recovered, so he kept silent.

What's more, from his perspective, it was his sister who extracted something from the hungry ghost and put it into his body.

Even after going through the whole process, it was really difficult for him to explain clearly and not be biased.

But he didn't say it.

Master Zhang's habit of looking at people's faces will not stop just because he comes to the Bai family.

He was stroking the mustache he had just cut short a few days ago, with a deep look in his eyes.

"These legs cannot be treated by medicine. Well... there is a noble person around the second young master to help, but this noble person and the second young master do not have a deep fate. If they are separated, over time, this fate may be broken..."

Bai Zhiyu:? ! ! !
His face looked a little worried.

He admitted that Master Zhang was somewhat capable, but he and Doudou were brother and sister and had a blood relationship that was difficult to break. How can you say that their fate is not deep! This is complete nonsense.

Bai Zhiyu endured it again and again in his heart, and finally suppressed his anger.

"Master Zhang is indeed well-deserved." He Yue, who was sitting nearby, said, "This time we three brothers and sisters went on a trip, and we did have an adventure. We met a noble man. At first, there were some misunderstandings between the noble man and us." Others He looked at He Yue with interest, like a child waiting to hear a story, his eyes burning.

Bai Mozheng: Well, the kind of misunderstanding that can lead to death.

He Yue said: "As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. After a small episode, we reconciled with the noble man."

Bai Mozheng: Well, let’s start crushing them unilaterally. The hungry ghosts were retreating steadily, and of course they would be reconciled if they surrendered.

He Yue: "After that, the nobleman gave a strange medicine to the second brother. Originally we refused, how could we take any medicine..."

Here, Bai Mozheng touched his nose. This strange medicine is a bit big, and it can kill people if it falls from the sky.

It's all his fault, he's too easily controlled by ghosts.

Heyue was ambiguous and told the subsequent story in a referential way, which shocked everyone.

"Hahahaha, today is full of happy events." Mr. Bai laughed loudly, "Mingqian, please make arrangements in the past few days to donate to charities to accumulate blessings for the children."

Father Bai nodded: "Okay dad."

Master Zhang snorted and glanced at Old Man Bai: "Old Man Bai, if you are really so happy, take out Wang Youjun's original work and let me touch it again."

"No, are your hands worthy of it?"

Master Zhang is fifteen years younger than Mr. Bai, but the two are close friends and they still love to dig holes for each other.

Harmless exchanges of words have become their daily routine.

Master Zhang raised his beard angrily: "If your family hadn't been here, I would have punched you twice."

Just now, he was carried away by Bai Zhiyu's joy of standing up. At this time, Mr. Bai saw another friend of his and said hurriedly: "Children, grandpa will introduce you to him."

He pointed to the old man with white hair and beard sitting on the single sofa.

"Chu Yuanling. This old man has been staying in Putian to collect news. Every time he returns to northern Beijing, he lives in seclusion and doesn't like to show his face in front of outsiders. In the words of you young people, he is an idiot."

Bai Mozheng corrected with a smile: "In the words of us young people, those who don't like to go out should be called locked up."

"Picasso? That famous foreign artist?"

"Hahaha, grandpa, it's closed..." Bai Mozheng explained again.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand the fashion of you young people." Mr. Bai brought the topic back again.

Bai Zhiyu stood up from the sofa and clasped his fists at the other party politely: "Grandpa, is Master Chu Yuanling the author of the "White Goose" hanging on the wall of your study. A master of calligraphy and painting, I have admired you for a long time."

"That's him. He is the vice president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association." After hearing what Bai Zhiyu said, the smile on Mr. Bai's face became even stronger.

"I worked hard to bring this old friend here today."

As he said that, Mr. Bai looked at He Yue with loving eyes: "Doudou. I'm here for you."

Ever since He Yue gave him an authentic painting of Wang Youjun, he has always had a strong filter for this granddaughter.

He Yue responded obediently: "Grandpa, please give me your orders if you have anything to do."

Master Zhang said coolly from the side: "Old man Bai, what's the use of looking for your granddaughter? Old man Chu's grandson wants to be his teacher and practice metaphysics..."

"Old Zhang, didn't you really like the hexagram sign with the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties last time?" Mr. Bai crossed his legs and suddenly said in a drawl.

Master Zhang crossed his arms and said, "Yes. So what's the matter?"

"It's nothing wrong, it's just that the fortune teller was written by my granddaughter." Mr. Bai relaxed his brows and smiled.

Don't mention how proud you are in your tone.

"what!!!"

It was not only Master Zhang who was shocked, but also Chu Yuanling who got up.

He looked at He Yue excitedly and murmured: "Words from heaven..."

There will be more later ~