"There was a couple among the people who passed by earlier. They were very noble. If you can use their noble spirit to your advantage, your destiny will be completely changed!" Master Sanwu said again.

Yang Yongxian looked at the two figures at the end of the team in front and murmured: "Master, are you talking about these two?"

Sanwu nodded: "Exactly."

Yang Yongxian smiled bitterly, "Master, if it were someone else, I could still think of a way, but if it were them, then I'd better accept my fate!"

"How do you say this?" Sanwu asked.

Yang Yongxian said: "That woman is my cousin. Now the imperial merchants in Da Qi do all their business before the emperor. That man is my brother-in-law, the general who protects the country!"

A trace of confusion flashed across Sanwu's eyes, "No wonder!"

Standing together, the two of them could actually condense such a powerful aura.

"Nothing in the world is difficult, only those who are willing to do it." Sanwu continued, "As long as you are willing to think and dare to think, the thing will be half done."

"If you dare not think about it, look forward and backward, and stay away, then this matter will never happen to you."

"Throughout the ages, there have been many talented people who have achieved hegemony in one place. Who has not taken advantage of the fire and sought the skin of the tiger?"

"If you capture their nobility, you can take their place and rise to the top by standing on their shoulders."

"If you don't dare, you will always have to look up to them like this. Are you willing?"

Yang Yongxian was silent, and the hand holding the umbrella subconsciously tightened, and then tightened again.

Willing?

How can it be!

He is really willing to be looked down upon by others, so he won't go to White Goose Town!

"Master, please give me some advice." Yang Yongxian leaned forward slightly, his expression extremely pious.

Sanwu smiled with satisfaction.

"No rush, no rush, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. Later, you can get their birth dates and horoscopes for me first, and I will study them first."

…

On the way up the mountain, the topics everyone chatted with revolved around Yang Yongxian and the 'Master of Three Wus'.

"Hey, I thought that the Immortal Master should be someone as spiritual as Taoist Master Yuan, but I didn't expect him to be such a fat, dark man. He looks really rough, hahaha..." Yang Yongqing laughed as he walked.

Yang Huaming also said: "A monk is not like a monk, and a Taoist priest is not like a Taoist priest. He wears straw sandals barefoot, and his feet are soaked in muddy water and are black and dirty. They look like those from a beggar gang."

Yang Yongjin said: "I didn't look at his feet. I just saw the things hanging around his neck. At first glance, I was shocked. I thought they were skulls. Then when I looked closer, I realized they were made of wood.

Something carved. Just think about it, whose brain is only as big as an orange!"

Yang Yongzhi also came over to share his findings: "Master Sanwu is also a monk after all, but I don't see any kindness in his face or eyes, let alone any compassion. When he looks at people, he feels weird, like a handful of people.

It's as sharp as a knife, I don't know where my brother found such a monk, and he said he was an eminent monk!"

Everyone, every word you say to me is full of displeasure towards Master Sanwu.

Behind the team, Yang Ruoqing was also exchanging opinions with Luo Fengtang in a low voice.

"I think Sanwu has a strong evil spirit. Even if he is really a monk, he is still a wild monk with unknown origins and cannot withstand scrutiny." She said.

Luo Fengtang frowned slightly, "I feel it too. Looking at this man's eyes, he has been stained with human blood."

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her lips, "No wonder it's called the Three Nothings, no character, no virtue, no conscience, and three no products."

Luo Fengtang said: "This person is a bit evil. Let's be vigilant and be careful."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She will secretly send Liu Xueyun to keep an eye on it.

In the evening, Liao Meiying sat by the window sewing small clothes for Zhen'er. From time to time she glanced at Zhen'er sleeping soundly on the bed, with a gentle smile on her face.

Today is the Qingming Festival, and Zhener Ga Po has gone back to Liaojia Village. She will not be able to come back until tomorrow, so Liao Meiying has to work hard to take care of the children by herself these two days.

There were footsteps outside the house, and it was Yang Yongxian who came in.

"Let me see you two," he said.

Liao Meiying ignored him, lowered her head and continued sewing.

Yang Yongxian didn't care, and went straight to the bed, leaned down and touched Zhen'er's head.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you," he said.

Liao Meiying ignored his presence.

Yang Yongxian covered the child with a quilt, turned around and came to the window, and put a purse into the sewing dustpan next to Liao Meiying.

"There is a bank note here. There are thirty taels of silver in the bank note, which is enough to cover your expenses for a long time. Please keep it..."

Before she finished speaking, Liao Meiying took out the purse and stuffed it back into his hand: "No need, I can support Zhen'er."

"You don't need to be so tired, so why bother yourself so much?" Yang Yongxian asked, putting his wallet back into the dustpan.

"Don't be stubborn. You are my wife, Zhen'er is my son, and it is natural for me to raise you mother and son."

Liao Meiying stood up suddenly and put her purse into Yang Yongxian's hand again: "I don't need you to support me. I work hard, but I am happy and willing. I am self-sufficient and feel at ease. Take your money!"

Yang Yongxian was a little angry, and was afraid of disturbing Zhen'er on the bed, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Why are you such a woman so ignorant? Do you want me to give money to women outside to make you happy?"

"You can do whatever you want with your money. It has nothing to do with me. Our relationship as husband and wife has long been in name only." Liao Meiying said, sitting back again and continuing to do needlework.

Yang Yongxian was so angry that his liver ached, "I'm not giving this money to you, it's for my son. It will be used for his future education and marriage. You can keep it for him."

"My son doesn't care if your money is dirty. I will naturally prepare the money for him to study and get a wife."

Yang Yongxian sneered, "I'm not looking down on you, but how much money can you make in the herb collection team? Just because you blame me, you want to drag your son to suffer with you? He can obviously live a better life, because his father and I

Rich!"

The embroidery needle in Liao Meiying's hand was threading smoothly, and she also smiled contemptuously: "Money is not everything. There are too many people with money but no taste. I will tell my son that he should act upright and sit upright, and be poor.

Not scary!"

Yang Yongxian felt that if he stayed here any longer, he would really be unable to control himself and flip the table.

"My son is mine. If you do this again, I will consider taking him to me..."

As soon as he said these words, the embroidery needle in Liao Meiying's hand pricked her finger, and bright red blood overflowed.

"What did you say? Say it again!" She stared at Yang Yongxian with a pair of red eyes, still holding the blood-stained embroidery needle in her hand.

Yang Yongxian's temper also rose. He straightened his face and said again: "I'm warning you, Zhen'er is my son. I let you keep her with me to make up for you and take care of your emotions. If you know what's going on, just be yourself."
Chapter completed!