"Is this luck stolen? What will happen?" Since Saito Kazuo met Yan Tao, he has become interested in Feng Shui and other things, and has specially found some books to read.

But I have never seen the book write about luck.

Yan Tao held his cheek with one hand, and the teacup was shaking in his hand, with a dispersed look with such a trick. "People have a saying of luck. People with good luck will be smooth and worry-free in their lives. But those with bad luck will have a bumpy life and even die young."

Speaking of which, Yan Tao was also a little surprised. Generally speaking, if a ghost is dug for three or five days, someone will die by accident.

Not only did Li Hongliang not die, he only affected some of his official career. He was no longer a simple luck.

"Mr. Li, can you show me your birth date?"

Li Hongliang saw Yan Tao's methods and regarded her as a god-like existence.

This young man not only looks noble, but also has magical methods.

Li Hongliang was still a little scared. He tore a piece of paper, wrote down his birthday and handed over it, "Master Yan, can you take a look?"

Yan Tao took the paper and pondered for a moment, "Go and get six bamboo chopsticks."

Young Master Yan tells fortunes, but he doesn't take anybody with him.

Liuren style fortune-telling is too much to mobilize many people, so she is too lazy to calculate.

In fact, if you have reached the level of kung fu, you can make a hexagram by using any calculation. The dry grass on the roadside of King Wen of Zhou can also divine good and bad luck. This is the reason.

"Master, do you want to hire Chopin Fairy?"

There are many folk legends.

There are chopsticks and immortals, there are plates and immortals, and there are pens and immortals.

Li Hongliang was a little confused. He didn't have bamboo chopsticks here, so he called his assistant and asked him to buy it and send it to him.

"Take it."

Li Hongliang lifted the six bamboo chopsticks onto the table, crossing them horizontally and vertically, and there was no sign of it.

The bamboo chopsticks have an origin to start the hexagram. It was originally supposed to be more accurate to start the hexagram with fifty scoops.

However, whether it is accurate or not depends on personal cultivation.

Young Master Yan looked at the bamboo chopsticks on the table, and his right thumb quickly hit the other four fingers.

When the boy was telling fortunes, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, and his expression was unfathomable, which made people look at him.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a charlatan.

Li Hongliang looked at Yan Tao silently, then turned to see Saito.

Li Hongliang: Is this boy really reliable?

Saito Kazu: Absolute.

Li Hongliang: OK, I can trust you barely.

"Mr. Li, Mrs. Gui, can you come to Qingyang City with you?"

Yan Tao finished his calculations, raised his eyes and smiled, and asked him.

Li Hongliang was stunned for a moment, "I am staying in a hotel too."

But I was in my heart and asked his wife what she did for no reason.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice was cold, "Why not call your wife for lunch?"

"Can."

Li Hongliang frowned. He couldn't see the emotions hidden under Yan Taoyun's calm wind. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, how are my official operations? There is also a lucky ghost..."

Yan Tao: "Ghosts will not be contaminated with humans in vain. You are a human race."

She had just calculated Li Hongliang's horoscope.

Li Hongliang was born in an ordinary family, but he was hardworking enough to reach a high-ranking position and was also considered a young talent.

However, his fortune in his eight characters is enough to be the position of ministers and ministers, not just a high-ranking official now.

His luck was stolen by others.

It's far more than once.
Chapter completed!