"Only by reaching the state of Nascent Soul, you can take out the things without destroying the feng shui of our Liu family's ancestral tomb, and at the same time you can have the strength to not be afraid of enemies coming to you. So before that, you still need to endure humiliation and continue to be the son-in-law of the Ye family--"

This is my last sentence from my grandfather, and Liu Yang remembers it in his heart.

In the next few days, Liu Yang practiced very hard. Sunrise East is a person who quietly came to the back mountain of the community to absorb the morning glow, and at night under the moon, breathing in the essence of the moon.

Unfortunately, this kind of practice is extremely slow.

Therefore, Liu Yang needs to find another way to absorb spiritual energy, otherwise, in what year and month to cultivate to the realm of the Nascent Soul.

There are many treasures of heaven and earth in this world. These treasures absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. They are collectively called spiritual treasures and are the tonics that immortals dream of.

Liu Yang didn't have time to search, so he needed a lot of money to buy it.

On a overpass in the urban area of ​​Nanjiang City, Liu Yang came out to set up a stall for the first time. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with a white paper with a few big words written on Feng Shui and fortune telling in front of him.

Without money, Liu Yang can only make money by relying on his ability.

"I said, young man, are you like a fortune teller at such a young age? You can even tell that you are a cheater."

"That's right, look at you, you don't look like a fortune teller at all, but you're like a beggar!"

“—”

On the overpass, there were almost all fortune tellers setting up stalls, and these people were all mocking Liu Yang.

In front of them were either a small desk table or a gossip picture was spread out on the ground. Liu Yang wrote a few big words in a blank piece of paper, and he looked like a cheating liar.

The key is that the fortune teller is over fifty years old, but Liu Yang is a young boy, which is too unique.

Liu Yang ignored these fortune tellers, closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the spiritual energy in his body wandering through the meridians throughout his body—

Seeing that Liu Yang had no reaction at all, these fortune tellers cursed him and could only roll their eyes and give up.

The abortion was passing through the overpass, and there were many people who believed in fate, patronizing the stalls of fortune tellers, but Liu Yang was deserted in front of him.

Even some passers-by would hurt Liu Yang: "What are you doing at a young age? You just want to be a liar. And you still have problems with your brain. You actually want to tell fortunes and cheat money. Do you think others are fools?"

Liu Yang ignored it and continued to meditate.

"Wanyu, isn't that Liu Yang?"

On the pedestrian street under the overpass, a tall woman pointed at Liu Yang sitting on the overpass and said to a woman beside her.

The woman's pretty face was as cold as ice and she was not smiling. Isn't it the famous iceberg beauty president Ye Wanyu?

Ye Wanyu's heart trembled. She raised her head and looked at Liu Yang, looking at the familiar back and outline of her side face. If it weren't for Liu Yang, who else could it be!

Why is he here? He even set up a stall to tell fortunes for people!

Is he short of money?

Even if you are short of money, you won’t do this trick.

Ye Wanyu's face became colder and colder, as cold as an iceberg, Liu Yang was useless and useless. She could tolerate it, but she could definitely not stand her husband being a charlatan to deceive the old ladies and old men!

In today's era, only the older generation believes in fortune telling.

"Yanran, let's go!"

"Walk?"

When Lin Yanran heard Ye Wanyu's words, she was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "What else do you want him to do with this kind of man? If it were me, immediately rushed over and slapped him, and then divorce him!"

"I also want to divorce him, but my grandfather promised this marriage. Until now, my grandfather protects him very much," Ye Wanyu said in a deep voice.

"Leave this matter to me, and I'll ask him to file for divorce from you by himself."

"Yanran, don't do anything nonsense!"

"Don't worry, I'm a good deal."

Lin Yanran said, looking at Liu Yang's gaze full of hatred.

After the two looked at Liu Yang, they continued shopping—

Liu Yang was still sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, not knowing the existence of Ye Wanyu and Lin Yanran under the bridge.

When it comes to Lin Yanran, Liu Yang is quite familiar with her. She is the pearl in the Lin family's hand, and the Lin family is a large-scale real estate company in Nanjiang, with billions of assets.

Every time Lin Yanran comes to Ye Wanyu's house as a guest, Liu Yang is always frightened because Lin Yanran always makes things difficult for him.

Lin Yanran is as beautiful as a flower and is a good best friend with Ye Wanyu. They are called Nanjiang Ermei, the super white and rich beauty in the minds of all male compatriots, and the public lover.

However, after Ye Wanyu married her and didn't dare to go out for a whole night, she became a recognized joke in Nanjiang.

At dusk, when the afterglow shone on the overpass, fortune tellers began to close their stalls one after another, and Liu Yang slowly stood up and prepared to go home.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie strode towards him.

Liu Yang glanced at him, looked happy and looked happy. After waiting for a day, he finally got a financial backer.

"Sir, please stay!"

Liu Yang, who had not spoken for a whole day, suddenly called out to the middle-aged man.

The fortune teller who had already closed the stall, their eyes fell on Liu Yang in unison.

This middle-aged man has thick eyebrows and tiger eyes. He is powerful step by step while walking. He is not an ordinary person, but this kind of person is even more inappropriate.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Liu Yang. After looking at him, he looked extremely disgusted and sneered, "Do you want to kill me?"

"No, you have a full heaven and thick earlobes. You are a blessed person," Liu Yang smiled and said, "Just--"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly again: "It's just what?"

"But your dark circles are a little serious. I'm afraid you haven't had a good sleep for several days," Liu Yang said with a smile.

"hey-hey!"

There was a sneer in my ears. Those fortune tellers who came to cheat should have some ability. These dark circles were due to insomnia, and even three-year-old children understood them.

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man laughed: "I said, boy, do you know who I am? You dare to use me to make fun of?"

As he said that, he looked cold and glared at Liu Yang fiercely.

Liu Yang's face remained unchanged: "Although you are a rich and powerful person, you can avoid natural disasters, but you can't control man-made disasters-"

The middle-aged man's body trembles—

Liu Yang wanted to speak but stopped. After a golden light flashed in his eyes, he muttered a few words: "You have patterns on the corners of your mouth, and the Yintang is covered by a ball of black gas. Sir, you are hit by evil spirits!"

Crazy evil?

When everyone present heard these two words, they were shocked.

What era is now? Who would believe in the superstition of ghosts?
Chapter completed!