Jing Shaoci simply loved the way he declared his sovereignty, and couldn't help but put his arms around Yan Zixiu's waist and quickly kissed him on the side of his face.

Unexpectedly, this time Yan Zixiu actually bent his fingers and flicked his forehead.

Although it seemed light, Jing Shaoci felt like he was locked in a thousand-jin wall bell, and the people outside were hitting the bell with a giant wooden pestle, and his head was buzzing from the shock.

"What do you think? Will you dare to do this again next time?" Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked down at him.

Jing Shaoci couldn't speak for a while. He could definitely hold back the pain, but now he was dizzy and his thin lips were tightly closed.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Shaoci slowly raised his head and looked at him and said, "Or you can flick me again, and I'll kiss you properly this time."

He thought that since he had to take it, he might as well take it. After all, this discomfort was nothing compared to kissing.

Yan Zixiu didn't know where he got this persistence from. The sound just now was like patting a ripe watermelon. How could this man not feel pain?

He pulled away Jing Shaoci's arm around his waist and said coldly, "Don't

even think about it." "As long as it's you, I can't help thinking about it."

The next day, when Jing Fengyi woke up, he saw his son in the shape of Erlang Shen.

There was a red mark between his eyebrows, and he was just short of a dog.

At this time, Da Huang didn't know if he understood what he meant, and ran directly to Jing Shaoci's feet, wagging his tail happily.

Xie Wanxin suppressed her laughter and glanced at the young husband.

Jing Shaoci stood there calmly, not feeling ashamed of being punished by his wife.

But Yan Zixiu was at a loss, and grabbed Jing Shaoci's wrist and said, "Dad, Mom, we're going out first, please come out slowly."

After Jing Shaoci drove the car out of the garage, Yan Zixiu unbuckled his seat belt and said, "Come closer."

This was the first time he had made such an invitation, and Jing Shaoci didn't even ask, and leaned over directly.

Yan Zixiu raised his slender fingers, condensed the Dantian spiritual energy on his fingertips, and then wiped his index finger on his forehead.

After the red mark disappeared, he sat up straight and said, "Okay, sit over there."

But this time Jing Shaoci did not do as he was told. Instead, he held his finger and said, "There are also internal injuries."

Yan Zixiu struggled to pull his finger out, frowned slightly and said, "How can there be internal injuries? I always know when to hit you."

After hearing this, Jing Shaoci raised his eyebrows and said, "So what you mean is that you just can't bear to hit me."

"You..." The mark between Yan Zixiu's eyebrows suddenly deepened, "Don't take my words out of context."

A smile flashed across Jing Shaoci's eyes, then he looked at him and said, "There are really internal injuries. Have you forgotten that I had a concussion some time ago."

After he said this, Yan Zixiu suddenly became a little uncertain.

If the old wounds are not healed and new ones are added, it may become serious.

"Then I'll take your pulse."

Just as he reached out his hand, Jing Shaoci grabbed it directly.

"It's not as powerful as you think, just rub it for me."

Yan Zixiu thought about it, and then said, "Okay."

He raised his hand and pressed the acupuncture points on Jing Shaoci's forehead.

The two people were face to face, and Jing Shaoci looked at them closely, and his eyes became extremely gentle.

This person, obviously, is very powerful in everything he does, but he is so simple, and he believes everything he says.

Sure enough, his little Taoist priest is safest only if he stays with him.

Yan Zixiu was rubbing him again and again, and at this moment, Jing Fengyi suddenly opened the car door and let Xie Wanxin get in.

The posture of the two was too ambiguous, Yan Zixiu was flustered, and subconsciously pushed Jing Shaoci's forehead.

"Bang".

Jing Shaoci was caught off guard and fell backward, hitting the window glass directly.

Xie Wanxin had just got in the car and hadn't sat down when she heard the muffled sound.

"What's wrong?" She looked ahead in confusion.

Yan Zixiu looked at Jing Shaoci hesitantly, and Jing Shaoci covered the back of his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, it's okay."

They were clearly in a legitimate relationship, but Yan Zixiu made it seem like they were having an affair.

After Jing Fengyi got in the car and sat down, Jing Shaoci raised his hand and pressed the start button.

Halfway through the journey, when the car stopped at a red light, Yan Zixiu quietly shook his hand.

Jing Shaoci knew that he was apologizing in this way, so he gently pinched his palm with his fingers.

More than half an hour later, the butler walked in and said, "Sir, Mr. Jing and the others are here."

Jiang Chuanhai immediately said, "Please invite them in."

After the butler turned around, he smiled and said to the middle-aged man next to him, "Master Bai, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

Bai Tunan nodded lightly, and said in a leisurely tone, "Mr. Jiang, you're welcome."

After Jing Fengyi and the others came in, Jiang Chuanhai immediately introduced the two parties.

"This is Mr. Jing Fengyi, Chairman of Yunsheng Group, and this is his wife, Ms. Xie Guanxin." After saying this, he pointed his hand behind the two people and said, "These two are Mr. Jing's sons."

Jiang Chuanhai did not introduce them in detail, because Yan Zixiu had told him in advance.

After saying this, he said to Jing Fengyi, "This is the most famous Feng Shui master in Hong Kong, Bai Tunan, Master Bai."

Bai Tunan thought that Jing Fengyi would at least be more proactive in his attitude since he brought his family with him. Unexpectedly, Jing Fengyi just nodded coldly and then sat down with Xie Guanxin.

The scene suddenly became a little awkward. Jiang Chuanhai smiled and quickly asked the butler to serve tea.

A few minutes later, he waved his hand to let the servants go out.

After the necessary greetings, Bai Tunan put down the celadon teacup in his hand and said, "I heard that Mr. Jing's family has been in trouble recently, and he wants to ask Mr. Jiang to ask me to change the feng shui?"

He said this with a high attitude. Even in front of Jing Fengyi, Bai Tunan did not want to show any flattery.

Jing Fengyi's attitude was still cold. He didn't even look at Bai Tunan, but just said, "Yes."

Bai Tunan is considered a master of the Southern School in the Feng Shui world. Although the Jing family has a very prominent position in the Chinese business community, he does not want to be treated coldly.

"Since Mr. Jing has no sincerity in discussing in detail." He stood up from the sofa, "Then I think there is no need for us to waste time."

After saying that, Bai Tunan looked at Jiang Chuanhai and turned to walk out the door.

Just as his apprentice raised his hand to push the door, Yan Zixiu finally spoke, "If you step out of the Jiang residence today, you don't have to prepare for the 60th birthday banquet on the eighth day of next month."

The threat in these words was too obvious, and Bai Tunan's face suddenly became gloomy.

He turned to look at Yan Zixiu and said, "You are so young, I'm afraid you haven't heard a word."

Yan Zixiu said indifferently, "I'd like to hear the details."

Bai Tunan walked towards him and said in a stern voice, "It's better to offend the powerful than to offend the people in the Xuanmen."

Unexpectedly, Yan Zixiu nodded in agreement as soon as he finished speaking, "You are right."

Bai Tunan took a posture and stopped talking, and the disciple who had been following him said, "My master has always been tolerant. If you pour tea to him and admit your mistake, then what happened today will be as if it never happened."

Jing Shaoci's face was as cold as frost, and he was about to speak when Yan Zixiu held the back of his hand.

He stood up, picked up the teapot, poured a full cup of hot tea, and then brought it to Bai Tunan.

"Master Bai, have some tea."

Bai Tunan had no intention of accepting it, so Yan Zixiu added the word "please" and said it again.

This time he did not continue to embarrass himself, but cleared his throat and slowly raised his hand.

But when Bai Tunan's fingertips touched the cup, Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "You could have lived to your birthday, but after drinking the tea I offered you, you will definitely die today."

After the words fell, Jing Fengyi and Xie Guanxin's expressions did not change, while Jing Shaoci looked at Yan Zixiu without blinking, and Jiang Chuanhai felt a little relieved inexplicably.

Finally, he was not the only one to bear this blow, Bai Tunan was worse off than him.

The disciple stepped forward and said in a sharp voice: "You dare to poison?"

Yan Zixiu took back his hand, looked at him with cold eyes and said: "There is no need to go to such trouble for a person like your master."

He turned around and put the teacup back on the table, "It's just that King Yan asked him to die at three o'clock in the morning, and I sent him two steps to the first o'clock."

Hearing this, Jing Shaoci's heart suddenly sweetened.

Yan Zixiu once said that if King Yan asked him to die at three o'clock in the morning, he could help him delay until five o'clock.

Sure enough, his Yan Yan treated him differently from the beginning.

Jing Shaoci obviously forgot that Yan Zixiu had hit his head more than an hour ago.

Since Bai Tunan emerged in the Feng Shui world, no one dared to humiliate him like this for a long time.

A trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes, and he stared at Yan Zixiu and said, "Second Young Master Jing, what do you mean?"

"You are good at the art of fortune-telling, and you could have made a living with your skills, but you chose to help the tyrant. Although no one was killed, your good deeds have been ruined, and you will not live long."

When Bai Tunan heard his words, he immediately understood, "You are also a Taoist."

"Yes."

Bai Tunan asked again, "What art and school?"

Taoism is divided into five arts, mountain, medicine, life, radish, and physiognomy, each with its own duties. Bai Tunan can read feng shui, which belongs to the geomancy school.

"Except for the basics of medicine, I have a thorough understanding of the other four arts." Yan Zixiu said calmly.

Bai Tuanan sneered directly, full of ridicule, "Mastering all four arts? After such a long time, this is the first time I heard someone dare to say that."

Yan Zixiu said calmly: "That's because you lived too short."

Bai Tuanan was choked with a breath stuck in his chest. Seeing this, his apprentice immediately said: "Even if you are powerful, I'm sorry, how do you know that my master is aiding and abetting evil?"

"You are not embarrassed, you are shameless." Yan Zixiu looked at him for a moment, then said: "You and your master know what he did, why are you asking me?"

He spoke every word seriously, but Jiang Chuanhai felt like he was watching a TV drama called "Opening the Mouth is Deadly."

At this time, Bai Tunan changed his attitude and said, "Okay, your Jing family is rich and powerful, I, Bai Tunan, am not worthy of you, but I was invited by Mr. Jiang, and the feng shui of his family was arranged according to the emperor's rules. There is nothing wrong with it!"

At this point, a smile appeared on Yan Zixiu's face, "You arranged a triple dragon and tiger layout, with one yang tripod standing in the Qian position, and eight yin tripods protecting it all around. It's the highest authority, with the destiny of an emperor, there is really nothing wrong with it."

Bai Tunan looked at him and said word by word, "Since there is no problem, I will take the 50 million openly. What do you have to say?"

Hearing that Jiang Chuanhai actually offered 50 million, Yan Zixiu's gaze suddenly became complicated.

He took a deep breath and continued, "Although the emperor's game is supreme, Jiang Chuanhai is just a man with a broken official seal. He can be rich, but it's a daydream to be respected. He doesn't deserve this game."

Jiang Chuanhai didn't expect that he would be stabbed while sitting, so he could only comfort himself silently in his heart.

Bai Tunan sneered and looked at him and said, "Since you think it's not good and you claim to be a master of all four arts, then you can help him change it yourself."

The game he set was extremely exquisite. Yan Zixiu could indeed change it, but as long as he moved the Yang Ding, he would definitely lose his life

. After hearing this, Yan Zixiu turned around and returned to Jing Shaoci.

He leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and then looked at Jing Shaoci with a burning gaze.

Jing Shaoci looked at him helplessly, but this helplessness was hidden with eight points of doting.

"Uncle Jiang, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Chuanhai, who was suddenly called, was stunned for a moment, and then he and Jing Shaoci got up and went to a room.

"Yanyan asked me to talk to you about the service fee."

"Service, service fee?" Jiang Chuanhai was full of confusion.

If it was for himself, Jing Shaoci would definitely not ask for it considering the relationship between the two families, but when he thought of his little Taoist priest's money-obsessed look with his eyes bent, he felt that he could do anything.

"My Yanyan likes money, I hope you can give more to Uncle Jiang."

Jing Shaoci said this sentence with righteousness and strength.