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Chapter 310 It Was Either a Natural Disaster or a Man-made Disaster (3)
The layout of Li Peng's study is almost the same as that of Li Tingxuan, all the utensils and decorations are made of high-quality golden nanmu, it can be said that every inch is gold!
Even Yi Qingfeng couldn't help blinking his eyes several times when he saw such a study layout!
"High Priest Qingfeng, please sit down, Li Qiao, serve tea!" Everyone sat down, Li Qiao brought over the tea that had been prepared earlier, then quietly retreated, and closed the door of the study.

"City Lord Li, may I ask this priest to give you a pulse first?" Yi Qingfeng picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and looked at Li Peng when he put down the teacup.

"No rush, High Priest Qingfeng, I heard that you are the master of the old man's grandson? The old man wants to ask, when did the High Priest Qingfeng form a relationship with the old man's grandson?" Li Peng said Yun Zirao was caught off guard by the question, but Yun Zirao looked at Yi Qingfeng, still with a calm expression, and was immediately relieved. Obviously, Yi Qingfeng had already said something.

Yi Qingfeng unhurriedly unfolded the fan, and shook it lightly a few times. Yun Zirao noticed that when Li Peng saw the fan in Yi Qingfeng's hand clearly, his eyes narrowed, and then a bright light appeared. The wrinkles disappeared in an instant, and the eyes were full of trust!

It seems that the fan in Yi Qingfeng's hand is a symbol of his identity!No wonder you hold it in your hand every day!Yun Zirao cursed.

"The so-called fate is destined, and it is also a great honor for this priest to form a relationship with Roubaozi. Roubaozi has a bright future, and the city master Li is blessed!" The great-grandfather of the son of Tianlin, with such an identity, the Li family is destined to go to glory in the future!

"High Priest Qingfeng is awesome. It is fate that the Li family is lucky enough to receive the fortune-telling from High Priest Qingfeng today. The old man is grateful. I will offer tea to High Priest Qingfeng!" Li Peng raised the teacup in front of him. When he saw the folding fan in Yi Qingfeng's hand, his doubts and temptations were all wiped out.

Everyone in the world knows that High Priest Qingfeng has a folding fan that he won't let go of even when he sleeps. Most people think it's just a simple decoration, or an object that High Priest Qingfeng loves so much, or a weapon... There are countless speculations. In fact, this folding fan is said to be one of the items carried by the high priest of Liuxian thousands of years ago. It has been preserved with secret medicine and has been handed down to this day.

Only those who know the inside story will know that what looks like a simple ink painting on this folding fan is actually the layout of the Priest's House in the Tu Kingdom. A martial arts practitioner can tell the difference with just one glance, and the folding fan Every fan bone in the fan is smeared with a faint gold dust-like thing, and this kind of thing has not appeared in the eyes of the world for hundreds of years in Aoyun Continent!And in the storeroom of the Li family, there is exactly that!

"City Master Li, please!" Looking at each other and smiling, he drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp. Li Peng put down the cup and naturally stretched out his hand to let Yi Qingfeng feel his pulse.

Yun Zirao sat on the side, with nervousness on his face, scrutinizing Yi Qingfeng's expression.

It took Yi Qingfeng a long time to remove his hand from Li Peng's wrist, the seriousness and weirdness on his face made Yun Zirao feel uneasy.

"City Master Li's body has been worn down a lot these years, the main reason is that his mind is too heavy, but..." Yi Qingfeng hesitated to speak, which made Li Peng feel strange.

"The High Priest Qingfeng has something to say, you may as well just say it. Although the old man is old, he is still clear-headed. There are some things that I feel in my heart. It's just that I am old and I don't want to think about it..." Li Peng sighed deeply and said The plain words make people feel uncomfortable.

"City Master Li has been poisoned for a long time. According to the medical skills of this priest, the diagnosis is no less than five years, and the toxin has penetrated deep into the lungs. It may not be easy to get rid of it and recover!"

(End of this chapter)