Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

Qin Ruan walked to the back of the booth, sat on a knee-high stool, and touched the clean tabletop with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

Today is her first day to set up a stall, and I hope that evil spirits will come.

Song Banxian sat back in front of the booth and said to Qin Ruan who was beside him, "Fellow Daoist Qin, did you see that the young couple just now, they are destined to have a bad relationship and not be able to get together."

Qin Ruan didn't lift her head, her tone was casual: "I see, you can't lose this business."

"How do you say this?" Song Banxian looked puzzled.

Qin Ruan raised his head and pointed at the boy who trotted across the crowd: "Look there, this is not a business."

The boy came running out of breath, took his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on Song Banxian's booth, quickly and neatly swiped three hundred yuan.

There was a fine sweat on his forehead, and he said in a hurried tone: "Master, do you think my relationship with my girlfriend is going well? Will we get married?"

Song Banxian was stunned by the young man's action.

This kid is too persistent.

He clicked his tongue and looked at the boy with an unspeakable expression.

It is obvious that he and the girl just now can't get together, and forcing them together will not have a good result.

Seeing the expectant look on the other side, Song Banxian didn't know how to speak.

After a long while, he sighed: "Fate is important, don't force marriage."

The boy who was looking forward to it, his face immediately collapsed when he heard this: "Is it really possible that there is nothing at all?"

Song Banxian could see that he had feelings for his girlfriend, and said, "Young man, tell me your character."

The boy immediately told him his eight characters.

Song Banxian listened, her face became unpleasant, and she told her bluntly, "You have nothing to do with her."

The boy sat dejectedly at the booth and muttered to himself, "But we're getting married soon."

Qin Ruan was attracted by his sadness, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at each other up and down with his eyes.

"Fengzi married?"

She speaks amazingly.

Song Banxian and the boy looked at Qin Ruan one after another.

One looked surprised, the other was shocked.

The peaked cap on Qin Ruan's head was taken off, revealing her beautiful and immature face, but a little charming.

The boy was amazed and stammered when he spoke: "How... how do you know?"

When he came with his girlfriend just now, he didn't see Qin Ruan there.

Returning again, and being revealed by the other party, he couldn't help but feel awe in his heart.

Qin Ruan smiled: "You are still so young, early marriage may be unstable, which is not good for your future career development.

If you really like that girl, marry it, but if your marriage doesn't understand each other, trust each other, and tolerate each other, it's like a broken mirror, and no matter how you fix it, you can't go back to the beginning. "

The boy bit his lip lightly, and clenched the hand on his lap gently: "I want to marry her, I don't want to be sorry for her."

This is a responsible little man.

Qin Ruan smiled, with a soft smile: "In the future, be more tolerant of her, your girlfriend may be more stubborn, and she is more loyal to marriage. The word fate is very delicate. It is better to believe in yourself, and things may change in the future. ."

Suddenly, the girl's unrestrained anger sounded from the crowd.

She was calling out the name of the boy sitting in front of the booth: "Why are you back again, you said all this is a lie, why don't you believe it!"

The girl ran to the boy's side, grabbed his arm, and dragged him away.

"I just wanted to ask, don't be angry, what do you want to eat later..."

As the backs of the two went away, there was the gentle voice of the boy coaxing the girl in a low voice.

They may really have no fate, but the beauty of the moment is the moment they will never forget.

Song Banxian watched them disappear from the crowd, and shook his head gently: "Fellow Daoist Qin, these two are clearly related, so why should you give him hope?"

Qin Ruan said lightly: "That's not hope, it's the fate of their cultivation in this life, it's the process they must go through."

Song Banxian: "If the boy does marry his girlfriend, he will get divorced sooner or later. The boy will have a second marriage in the future. The fate of the two is too shallow."

Qin Ruan's tone was calm and indifferent: "Fate is shallow, it doesn't mean they can't be together."

She has seen more from the young lovers than Song Banxian.

The girl does not have the possibility to accompany the boy for a lifetime, her life span is too short.

Even if it is a short-lived fate, as long as they truly love each other, why should they care about the first and second marriages in the future.

Aware of the vibrating sound of the phone in his pocket, Qin Ruan took out the phone.

It was someone who spoke in the [North Tai Di Jun on] WeChat group.

At this moment, Song Banxian came to the booth again, a young man dressed in hip-hop style.

The other party had just sat down and was about to speak to Song Banxian when someone pushed him away with his collar from behind.

"Let's go! How old is the stinky boy, come to fortune, go back and find mother to drink milk!"

The man with yellow hair threw the hip-hop guy aside, wiped the stool with his sleeve, and said politely to the middle-aged man with a big belly, "Sit down, boss!"

Wearing a dark suit with a bag under his arm, a middle-aged man with a sense of disobedience sat in front of Song Banxian.

Behind him stood two big men wearing sunglasses. As for Huang Mao, he stood aside and nodded to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man reached out and brushed his greasy hair, revealing the gold inlaid jade ring on his hand, a conspicuous gold watch on his wrist, and a particularly thick gold chain hanging around his neck.

No wonder there is a sense of disobedience on the other side, wearing a suit and wearing these things on his body is too weird.

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Banxian arrogantly: "Old man, I heard that you are doing well in this area, give me an estimate of your recent fortune."

At first glance, these people didn't seem to be serious people, especially the man in front of him, there was a bloody smell on his body.

Song Banxian was not afraid of the vicious aura on them, his wise eyes swept towards the middle-aged man.

He picked up the bamboo tube at hand, shook it and handed it to the other party: "This gentleman, let's draw a lot first."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand wearing a gold watch and randomly drew a signature from the bamboo tube.

He looked at it before his eyes, and his expression changed greatly.

Huang Mao, who was standing beside him, leaned closer, and when he saw that he had signed a contract, he raised his hand and waved it to Song Banxian.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man stopped.

He slapped the lottery in his hand on the table and stared at Song Banxian fiercely: "Old man, is there a solution to this lottery?"

Song Banxian calmly picked up the stick on the table and put it back into the bamboo tube.

"It depends on what you're asking about?"

The middle-aged man looked at Song Banxian suspiciously, and sneered: "You don't even want me, can you figure out what I want?"

Song Banxian calmly said, "Why don't you try it?"

The man's face sank and he snorted softly: "That's my overall fortune this year."

Song Banxian gently shook his head at him: "Mr. is too hostile, you will be backlashed in the long run, all your requests will be in vain."

"Worthy grass! Old man, are you courting death!"

Huang Mao stepped forward, stretched out his hand and held Song Banxian's Taoist robe by the collar, and was about to hit someone with a fist.

Song Banxian turned his gaze to the middle-aged man, and his voice was calm and calm: "Sir, it's a good thing to be put together today. Since you have the intention to retire, you should do it as soon as possible."

Huang Mao's fist was only a few centimeters away from Song Banxian's face.

"and many more!!!"

The middle-aged man stopped again. This time he looked at Song Banxian's eyes and couldn't help showing a solemn expression.

He said eagerly, "Master, what did you just say?"

From an old man to a respected master, this person's transformation is fast enough, and there is no sense of disobedience.

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