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"Teddy boy, is the multiplier ready for the teacher? Especially the Ziyu Feng Shui Compass, don't forget that the Chen family's Feng Shui is a rare big deal! " A pale, can't see the actual age, thin to "sage like type" old monk caressed a black gossip in his hand, and carefully said to the little monk who was tidying up his utensils in front of him.
"Don't worry, master, it won't be wrong again this time!" Ye Chen spat out his tongue, took a furtive look at the old road, then quickly looked away, quickly put the many instruments into big bags and tied them up.
The young Taoist named Ye is the only disciple of the old Taoist Liu Yangzi. 19 years old, he is very handsome. If it weren't for long-term malnutrition and wearing a dozen patched robes, everyone would say he was one in a million.
In a flash, Ye's memory returned to the spring of a year ago, when a century-old house was destroyed. When Liu Yangzi did it, he was extremely exaggerated. He danced until his heart was broken, his hands and feet were weak and he was foaming at the mouth. Ye didn't hand him the Feng Shui compass at the right time, and Liu Yangzi almost lost all his teeth.
Originally, the owner saw Liu Yangzi's mentoring in poverty, but I didn't expect it. ...
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