The first favorite marriage in the Republic of China

Chapter 44 Meeting the Judge's Pen Again 3
The drowsy old man suddenly became sober again when he heard the word 'judge's pen'.

This time, he walked directly from the counter and walked to Qiao Wan's side in a few steps, "Girl, do you know this pen?"

Qiao Wan couldn't take her eyes off the judge's pen, she nodded and said, "Well, this is the judge's pen, I won't admit it wrong."

In the previous life, she held the judge's pen in her hand, how many evil things were frightened by the news?
This judge's pen was given to her by her master, saying that it should belong to her, and only she can truly display the power of the judge's pen.

A ball of light quickly gathered in the old man's eyes, and then quickly dissipated, too fast for people to catch it.

"You're lucky girl. This judge's pen is not for sale. An old friend of mine put it here and asked me to give it to someone who is destined. And this person who is destined can recognize the judge's pen People." The old man said slowly.

Qiao Wan didn't expect this to happen, and the surprise in her heart deepened.

Just now she was still worrying about how to get the judge's pen into her bag, after all, it was the most convenient magic weapon she used.

After all, she was really lucky this time.

But Qiao Wan doesn't like to be greedy. She looked at the old man with gentle eyes, and said slowly, "I'm afraid it would be bad if I took it for nothing. Old man, I don't know if I can thank you in person. a friend?"

"He doesn't like to meet strangers casually." The old man said, "Since he is willing to give away nothing, he must not expect anything in return. Girl, you don't have to be too polite."

"In any case, get rid of the old man and tell that friend that if he needs my help with something, I will be obliged." Qiao Wan knew the value of the judge's pen, so she didn't want to just accept it for nothing.

"Okay." The old man nodded, looked Qiao Wan up and down, and suddenly asked, "Girl, are you an Onmyoji?"

Qiao Wan was taken aback for a moment, "How did the old gentleman see it?"

"To ordinary people, this judge's brush is just an ordinary writing brush. But to onmyojis, it is an extremely powerful magic weapon. Since you can recognize this judge's brush, it should be an onmyoji The master is fine." The old man stroked the beard on his chin and said with a smile.

Qiao Wan nodded in agreement, and said, "The old man has seen through, I am indeed an Onmyoji."

"Okay, I'll talk to my friend for you. You leave a contact information. When he agrees to see you, I'll call you." The old man seemed to be tired again, and said with a yawn.

Qiao Wan thought about it, and left the phone number of Gu Jingting's other hospital with the old man.

"Just call Qiao Wan." Qiao Wan smiled and handed the old man the small note with the phone number on it.

Then, she said goodbye and left.

The old man looked at Qiao Wan's leaving back, his eyes flickered, and he turned and walked towards the inner hall.

The inner hall and the outer hall are separated by a curtain. The old man lifted the curtain and stepped into the inner hall. He saw a man half lying on the reclining chair, reading a book leisurely.

She was wearing a bamboo blue robe, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a white wrist, and her slender fingers were dragging a thick book.

The temperament is elegant and elegant, the black hair is like a waterfall, the man's handsome face is like a jade, a pair of cold black eyes are half-downcast looking at the book in his hand, and the long eyelashes are cast on his ivory-white cheeks. A faint silhouette of a small square.

The man is only 20 years old, but the aura around him is as stable as Mount Tai.

(End of this chapter)