The movement was sudden and confusing. Su Qing'er was stunned for a moment: "?"

When she came to her senses, she thought the other party didn't remember her, so she wanted to introduce her: "Qingfeng Dao..."

After finishing his words, the other party took several steps back, and finally bowed directly: "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Then he picked up the Taoist boy like a little chicken and left in a hurry.

Su Qing'er looked confused. She wondered if it was her misunderstanding. Why did Taoist Master Qingfeng seem to be avoiding her?

It must be an illusion.

Shaking his head, he saw that he was running away, so he didn't chase after him. He quickly handed Lai Ziniang the food and went back quickly, not caring whether she ate it or not.

As soon as he returned, he said, "Mom, guess who I saw on the road?"

"Feng Jiu?"

"..."

"No, it's Taoist Master Qingfeng!" Su Qinger walked over quickly, "He also brought a little Taoist boy with him."

"Oh." Mother Su was not interested, "It should be Lai Ziniang who invited me to do the work, but it's so late, so I shouldn't be able to do it. We'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Su Qing'er didn't care about this either. She suppressed her excitement and said, "Mom, I came up with a good idea!"

"What's the idea?"

Su Qing'er: "When the Mu family married Feng Jiu, didn't they just say that her horoscope was good? Now they are also protecting Feng Jiu. We can start from this aspect."

"Although Taoist Master Qingfeng is not as powerful as Taoist Qingyun, he is not inferior. If he comes forward, there will be no need for the Mu family to stop Feng Jiu!"

Mother Su was startled, thought for a moment, and felt it was feasible.

"But Taoist Master Qingfeng may not do it." Mother Su shook her head, "The people in Sanqingguan are all decent, otherwise Taoist Master Qingyun would not have chosen to be a hermit. He would definitely not do such a thing."

Maybe they will reprimand them in turn.

Su Qing'er also felt a little depressed when she thought about this.

But thinking about Feng Jiu and the Mu family's immense wealth, I felt unwilling to do so.

If she couldn't knock Feng Shijiu down, she knew she would have inner demons.

"Mom, you go ahead and tell me." Su Qing'er gritted her teeth and said, not knowing what to make up, "If it doesn't work, I'll go and convince him!"

Mother Su doesn't think she is exaggerating. This daughter has been patient since she was a child and has never failed to ask for help. Qingfeng... is a bit difficult, but she should be able to do it.

"Sure." Su's mother agreed, "Tomorrow I will bring the money, and after the ceremony, I will ask Taoist Master Qingfeng to take action."

If it really doesn't work...then they can also find other Taoist priests, and they will always agree.

She can always be divorced.

.

Mufu.

Feng Jiu was eating when he suddenly sneezed, touched his nose, and said seriously: "Someone is plotting against me."

Everyone looked over, and the old man said solemnly: "Maybe he caught a cold."

"It's true." Mu Weiyang raised his hand and said, "My sister-in-law is very good at this, like a crow!"

Feng Jiu suddenly turned his head: "If I were really a crow, I would be the first to talk about you."

Realizing that he had said something wrong again, Mu Weiyang smiled and immediately changed the subject: "Lai Ziniang was plotting against you during the day, who is it now?"

He took a bite of the dish and said, "The truth is out. Lai Zi-niang is probably too busy being sad right now to think about you."

The old man is also curious.

Feng Jiu held the chopsticks with her fingers and slowly spit out a person's name: "Su Qing'er."

Mu Weiyang was startled and wanted to say if she was jealous. Then he recalled Su's mother's attitude in Bai Ri and felt that it was possible. He stopped talking for a moment.

The old man's eyebrows twitched, remembering Mother Su's overwhelming hostility.

Feng Jiu was already sure, after all, she had always been very sensitive to other people's hostility: "What was your brother's relationship with Su Qing'er before?"

Are you really jealous? Mu Weiyang said nicely: "It doesn't matter, we just know each other."

"That's it?"

Mu Weiyang spread his hands: "Okay, if I have to say it, it's my brother's wishful thinking that he only loves that flower."

He quickly comforted: "But it doesn't matter, now my brother only likes you."

Feng Jiu shook her head, not sure if she believed it or not. Thinking of Su's mother's eyes full of hatred and jealousy, she said coldly: "I just robbed a man. For those who don't know, they thought I dug their family's ancestral grave."

Mu Weiyang didn't dare to answer. There was a time when she really felt that Su Qing'er and her brother were a good match. After all, they were handsome men and beautiful women.

The old man remembered Su's mother's previous words and suddenly said: "It's not that bad. You not only robbed her of her man, you also robbed her of her wealth."

They didn't expect that such words would come out of the mouth of the old and serious man, and several people were stunned.

Mu Weiyang had a strange expression. Was grandpa infected by Feng Jiu?

The discussion went nowhere, and after the meal they dispersed.

The next day was a sunny day again, the sun was shining brightly.

Laizi's house was bustling with excitement.

Although they didn't like Lai Zi as a person, the deceased was the most important person. At this time, everyone became tolerant, forgot all the unpleasantness in the past, and began to recall the good things in their memories.

Although I didn't expect Lai Zi to be good for a long time, it didn't stop everyone from having a look of sadness on their faces, full of reluctance.

Qingfeng took out his wooden sword and yellow talisman, and when the time came, he began to perform rituals.

This kind of unlucky thing has always been avoided for young women, and today only Su's mother participated.

I followed the flow and let out a few drops of cat urine. In fact, I kept paying attention to Qingfeng's movements, planning to block people as soon as it was over.

Little did they know that Qingfeng, who had been calm and steady in the past, was now on tenterhooks and secretly thinking of bad luck.

Unlike other Taoist priests, they all have open eyes in this lineage. They usually avoid getting close to unlucky people, as they feel that they will be contaminated with misfortune.

I thought meeting the one yesterday was the best, but I didn't expect there would be another one today.

Sure enough, we shouldn't go down the mountain, Qingfeng sighed in her heart.

After finally finishing the ritual, Qingfeng picked up her robe and planned to run away.

There was a vague feeling that something was wrong. At this time, the Taoist boy was panicked: "Master, Master, it's not good, the God of Mold is chasing me!"

Qingfeng almost sprained his ankle. When he looked back, he saw a man with a dark look on his face approaching him.

!!!

Qingfeng picked up the Taoist boy again and ran away quickly.

"Taoist Priest Qingfeng!!" Seeing that the person had run away, Su's mother suddenly became anxious and shouted, "Taoist Priest Qingfeng, wait!"

This place was full of people. Seeing that everyone was looking over, Qingfeng sighed in his heart and had to stop.

While stepping back, the Taoist boy said: "Master, if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Qingfeng: "..."

Evil disciple!

"Taoist Priest Qingfeng!" Su's mother finally approached, but after three steps, Qingfeng began to back away, "Believers, stop, you may as well speak directly if you have something to say."

Su's mother was stunned. She was so far away. If she spoke louder, wouldn't those people hear her plan?

Then he took another step forward.

The Taoist leader retreated again, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Mother Su finally realized something was wrong. Was the Taoist priest hiding from her?

"Eh? Taoist Master Qingfeng?" At this moment, a crisp voice came.

As if Qingfeng had received an amnesty, he turned around and his eyes widened.

The Taoist boy had already taken one step ahead of him and ran in front of Feng Jiu, spinning around.

Feng Nineteen: "?"

Lowering his head and seeing the little Taoist boy slumping over his shadow, Feng Jiu pulled his lips: "Are you stepping over the brazier?"

"How do you know?!" Xiao Daotong suddenly raised his head and was shocked. He was already very cryptic.

"..."
Chapter completed!