The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Qingyue's voice was filled with cold frost.

Gu Yinglian couldn't care about anything else. He took a step forward, stared at the young man, and asked in disbelief, "Are you a Feng Shui master?"

People from Aocheng and Hong Kong believe in Feng Shui the most.

During the great catastrophe in the country, many Feng Shui masters with a good tradition either left the country or settled down in Hong Kong and Macao.

After decades of development, no one in the upper echelons of the three cities did not believe in Feng Shui masters.

They believe it, but they are even more afraid.

Because the Feng Shui master's methods are too mysterious and weird, a wealthy businessman once offended the Feng Shui master.

I don’t know what the Feng Shui master did. In just three years, a multinational industrial group fell apart and the family was destroyed.

In the end, only the illegitimate son was left alive.

If this young man were a Feng Shui master...

Gu Yinglian was sweating all over after thinking about it.

After all, he is the president of the underworld, and he has some background.

Then I thought about it, this boy was only sixteen.

Even if you learn the art of Feng Shui from a young age, how much can you learn?

Not to mention, Feng Shui is a profession that pays attention to inheritance.

There are not many good Feng Shui masters in the mainland.

As soon as his thoughts changed, Gu Yinglian calmed down again.

He folded his hands on the cane and smiled coldly, "Son, you can't get into the Feng Shui profession just by talking about it."

"Yeah?"

Yan Tao smiled slightly. In the dusk, he didn't care about the bodyguards beside Gu Yinglian with their hands on the weapons on their waists.

The brilliance in a pair of peach blossom eyes fell on Gu Yinglian's face.

The young man's eyes were clear, but there was a kind of power hidden inside.

It's cool and cold, as if it can see through your whole being.

With half a lifetime of experience, Gu Yinglian could barely suppress the young man's gaze.

Yan Tao smiled slightly, "How about we make a bet?"

Gu Yinglian: "What bet?"

"I will tell you a fortune. If I tell it correctly, give me the mutton-fat jade you are wearing."

"How do you know I have a mutton-fat jade on me?"

The young man said lazily, "You don't need to know this."

"What if you lose?"

Yan Tao smiled: "Aren't you just here because of Gu Chengze's problem, which no one can cure, right? If I lose, I will cure your son's disease."

Gu Yinglian had a sullen face, thought for two or three seconds, and then answered.

Xiao Qi was so excited that she jumped up and down: Master, come on! come on! Come on!

Yan Tao...

The mutton-fat jade in Gu Yinglian's hand was much better than the last time she saw it.

The spiritual source is enough for Xiao Qi to advance to another level.

If the coordinate device is found, Xiao Qi will also need to repair it.

Otherwise, Master Yan would be too lazy to pay attention to them.

After all, not all antiques have spiritual origins.

This depends on fate.

"Can you let them go?"

Young Master Yan looked back, glanced at the group of people, looked away in disgust, and said in a casual voice, "Don't worry, they are fine. I tapped their acupuncture points and they were unable to move. It will be fine in an hour or two."

Acupuncture points?

Gu Yinglian's eyes moved.

He decided to explore this kid's background.

"come in."

Gu Yinglai's RV was huge, and it was fully equipped with air conditioning and other furnishings.

Yan Tao: Well, rich people are good.

The young man leaned lazily on his seat and transformed into a magic stick in a second.

"What are you testing?"

Gu Yinglian: "What do you think I want to test?"

Yan Tao hates this kind of question: "I don't know!"

Gu Yinglian was stunned for a moment after his crisp answer, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Feng shui masters can play tricks, and the three-point thing pretends to be very mysterious.

This young man is different.