The unscrupulous Taoist priest had a blue face, he clenched his fists and was reborn again: "It's Yang Wei!!"

Zhou Jian laughed so hard. Unexpectedly, someone else named this name in ancient times. When he was about to speak, Qin Huairou pulled his sleeves and stood up and said intimately: "Master Wuliang, my husband and I came here to see the name,

It’s also a blessing or a disaster.”

"I would like to ask the Taoist priest for help. I heard that you like roast chicken and roast wine. As long as you calculate it, I can let the servants come to deliver it every day in the future."

"Hmph! It's still the lady's words that a flower was inserted into cow dung." The unscrupulous Taoist priest snorted with his hands behind his back, and then approached the hut: "Come in, remember to take off your shoes. My floor is very expensive."

When Qin Huairou heard his last words, he almost didn't laugh. It was just his muddy land...

"This bastard Taoist priest is talking nonsense!" Fang Jie was unhappy.

Zhou Jian sent him to his shoulders: "Don't be impatient, I think this person has some skills. He was originally just here with Huairou, but now I suddenly become interested."

"Master, this..." Disguised as an imperial guards all felt it was inappropriate and did not believe in the unscrupulous Taoist priest. Besides, the emperor and the queen were in the same room with a half immortal, which really lowered their identities.

But at this time, Zhou Jian and Qin Huairou had already entered.

The thatched hut is messy and smelly, but strangely, it is free of mosquitoes and poisonous snakes, and it is very cool.

Bang!

The unscrupulous Taoist Yang Wei threw out a turtle shell the size of a palm, and there were several copper coins of old age inside: "For the sake of the wife, let's do it for you, let's talk about it, whose marriage is counted?"

Qin Huairou glanced at Zhou Jian and said anxiously: "My husband and I!"

"Birthday and Eight Characters?"

"The 23rd year of Jian'an, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month..."

After Qin Huairou finished speaking, the unscrupulous Taoist raised his eyebrows: "No need to forget it, you will be happy and happy, and it is a good marriage."

"Where are you?" He looked at Zhou Jian, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

In fact, there is a big reason why he is willing to agree to fortune telling so happily is because Zhou Jian. He just looked outside, but was shocked to find that with his ability to deduce, he could not see through Zhou Jian!

He even doubted whether Zhou Jian was the one he was waiting for!

Zhou Jian frowned, and he came across from time to time, remembering this. Fortunately, Qin Huairou, who was beside him, remembered that although he was the daughter of the Tiger, he was as careful as a hair.

"My husband's birth date, 22nd year of Jian'an, February 3rd, 3 noon..."

Bang!

The turtle shell in the hand of the unscrupulous Taoist Yang Wei was directly scared, and his eyes were shocked: "I'm a mother! My life is three o'clock in the afternoon... It's a miracle that you've lived to this day!"

Everyone frowned and were displeased.

Only Zhou Jian's eyes became more and more serious. Only he knew that the original owner of his body had indeed died, and he was a time traveler...

Immediately afterwards, he quickly swayed the turtle shell, and after shaking it a few times, the copper coins were naturally sprinkled out, raking all over the ground, visible to the naked eye, and they were all the opposite.

"I'll go!!"

Yang Wei glared and jumped up, his beard was trembling, and he looked at Zhou Jian tightly.

"What's wrong, Taoist priest?" Qin Huairou asked anxiously, afraid that there would be any problem. Not only her, but in fact, people in the ancient times believed in fate and gods.

The unscrupulous Taoist priest swallowed his saliva hard: "Death!"

"What is death?"
Chapter completed!