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

Chu Yuanling was collecting scenery in Putian at that time, and one night he went out to look for inspiration for painting.

He met a piece of white paper with the words [Fortune telling and feng shui] written on it, and the inscription "He Half Fairy".

He was blinded by the wind!
I was also amazed by the calligraphy!
At that time, his energy and blood were so strong that he almost developed high blood pressure.

He kept the calligraphy and stayed in Urata for another month. From time to time he would go to the place where the calligraphy was picked up, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity to meet the writer.

At first, Chu Yuanling wanted to take this man as his disciple so that he could inherit his mantle.

Because the matter of finding a successor has never been found.

In this modern society, many people forget to write words when picking up a pen, and words with homophones make it difficult for many people to calm down and write a few neat square characters...

Furthermore, whether it is suitable or not, whether it is eye-catching or not, and whether it is persistent or not, are all factors to be considered.

In short, no one is satisfied yet. Ever since, I have been thinking about the owner of the word "Heaven" in my heart.

Later, every time he took out the simple piece of white paper and looked at it, he felt that this person seemed a bit... out of place as his disciple.

What's even more amazing is that after reading this piece of paper too much, he feels that his spirit is clear and his old headache symptoms have been alleviated a lot...

All this made him feel incredible.

Don't be afraid of people making fun of you when you say it.

Because it is not regular rice paper, it has been turned over too many times, and the paper has begun to wrinkle and turn yellow. So now he folded the white paper into a triangle and put it in the safety charm he carried with him, never wanting to open it again.

Just two days ago, he went to Master Zhang as a guest.

I didn't expect to see a hexagram sign in his book that was the same as the word "Heaven".

Comparing the two, the handwriting is exactly the same.

The two people who were full of praise stared at each other, but they couldn't remember that such a person existed in the country.

Chu Yuanling forced Zhang Tianshi to calculate the three hexagrams, but there was still no news about this "master".

This made Chu Yuanling call Zhang Tianshi a liar. He calculated it three times but couldn't get it right.

I can’t think of tonight! What a great harvest!
Chu Yuanling took his grandson and walked to He Yue.

He was full of energy and his eyes were blazing.

"What a genius. Why don't you take us both grandfather and grandson as your apprentices?"

Mr. Bai almost choked when he took a sip of tea, Bai Mozheng hurriedly patted him on the back.

"Old Chu, I don't agree. I don't want you to call me Grand Master!"

Everyone is ashamed...

He Yue just sat there without speaking, the light shining on her head.

Her mottled appearance is different from others.

Her silence was deafening.

Mr. Bai had just calmed down, and when he turned his head again, Master Zhang's bright eyes were glued to her, unable to move even an inch away.

Mr. Bai was horrified: Finished the ball! You should have been more humble and low-key just now! Is it necessary to have two grand disciples?

"Sorry, I don't accept disciples."

He Yueming's eyes narrowed slightly, "Mr. Chu, I understand what you mean. I just saw your grandson's face. In fact, there is no need to practice metaphysics to ward off bad luck. I have a way..."

The little daughter of the Bai family saw through it without even opening her mouth. Chu Yuanling paid great respect to He Yue Geng: "Master, tell me!"

Heyue turned to the young boy with an immature face.

"Would you like to work part-time in my company, brother?"

The young man was patted on the shoulder by his grandfather and nodded slowly: "Okay, okay, thank you sister."

Chu Yuanling: "Big..."

He Yue glanced at Mr. Bai, whose smile was about to fly out of his face, and chuckled: "Grandpa Chu, you are my grandfather's friend, just call me He Yue."

"He Yue." Chu Yuanling took out the paper in the peace charm, "Every time I see the words you write, my headache symptoms are relieved, which is more effective than taking medicine. Can you write a few more for me? I can pay Remuneration, you set the price."

He Yue smiled: "Grandpa Chu wants to be Cao Cao and thinks of me as Chen Lin."

Chu Yuanling laughed loudly: "It would be great to be Cao Cao. He can be good at literature and martial arts. He can build a strong character and guide the country. I am not even half of it."

Suddenly, Chu Yuanling thought that the Bai family was not short of money. So he changed his mind again: "Or, if you want anything, I can exchange it with you."

"Old Chu, you are so open to outsiders." Mr. Bai said with a smile on his brows, "Just lend me your works that are not for sale to the public."

"I can give it to you! If you don't think it's enough, I'll stay at your house and write for you every day." Chu Yuanling replied to him, "You don't know how precious He Yue's calligraphy is. If you put it on the market, you won't be able to buy it for a thousand dollars."

"Go, go, go, who wants to live with you, a bad old man, every day." Mr. Bai waved his hand quickly.

"Grandpa Chu. It's not about the number of words, it's about the heart. Only when you write with your heart can you succeed."

Those words that had the effect were actually due to her divine power.

When writing, the mind and pen are united, and the divine power emerges, making it effective.

He Yue looked at the housekeeper who was waiting quietly: "Uncle Min, please go to my study to get paper and pen. I want a brush. Also, open the bottom of the first cabinet after entering the door and get ten peace charm bags."

"it is good."

She twitched her lips and glanced at those wolf-like eyes.

"One for each person. About fifty words, the content is up to you."

Tonight, He Yue inexplicably felt like performing her talents in front of relatives during the Chinese New Year.

……

In the afternoon of the next day, both humans and ghosts returned to the company.

When He Huaichuan and Wang Zihai stepped into the door, they saw a slightly thin young man in a white shirt sitting at the front desk.

Wang Zihai walked over first and saw that the other party was carefully reading "May 3".

High school student? ?

What is this company about? Is there any reliable adult out there?

Wang Zihai was a little stunned.

"Hello. Are humans and ghosts returning to the company together?"

The young man did not respond, but finished writing the last few steps of the question before looking up.

"Sorry, I was just doing some questions."

It's really weird that the front desk where the questions are being asked is asking guests to wait.

Yang Siheng smiled: "Are you Captain He and Officer Wang? You can go directly to the second floor from here. The boss is already waiting above."

After saying that, he continued to immerse himself in the sea of ​​questions.

He Huaichuan nodded and turned directly to the stairs, but was stopped by a word.

Wang Zihai did not follow immediately, but secretly glanced at the dim surroundings and asked mysteriously in a low voice.

"Handsome guy, are you really a ghost?"

Yang Siheng raised his head, showing eight white teeth: "Yes, right behind you."

Suddenly, Wang Zihai felt the hair on his back stand up, as if there was wind blowing.

This was not the cool air from the air conditioner, but rather moist and warm, like a girl's lips gently blowing on his neck.

Without any charming thoughts, Wang Zihai quickly moved forward, waving his right arm back and turning his body accordingly.

But he didn't see anything, only heard faint laughter in the air.

"Xiao Wang, let's go, there is nothing behind you." He Huaichuan shouted to Wang Zihai, but he saw Wang Zihai trembling and raising his feet, while his eyes kept moving.

He Huaichuan immediately stared at Wang Zihai's hand. He made a fist with his right hand and kept pointing at his chest and behind his armpit.

At this time, He Huaichuan also felt something was wrong. It seemed that he had become heavier, as if someone was riding on him.

He bent down slightly, and through the dim lights in the sky, he could clearly see that in the shadow under his feet, there was... a semicircle on his own head.

Half a brain?
There are two more narrow shadows of "arms" on both sides of the body.

He Huaichuan squinted his eyes, but there was no movement.

But the thing behind him changed. I saw these two "arms" twisting out of thin air without any support. With a slightly heavy breathing, He Huaichuan saw that the originally slender shadow turned into two wavy lines. .

He looked up and saw Wang Zihai, who had always been carefree, leaning against the front desk with a pale face.