Break Through the Steam Game Library

The next day, the sun rose red in the east, and the noisy night of the capital was a little tired at sunrise. There were few pedestrians on the road, and shops for buying breakfast had opened one after another. Grain, fat, and meat. The scent of this kind rose with the faint smoke.

　　 Drum Tower beats twelve drums, the heavy city gate is opened a little bit, and the shaft of the door turns like thunder. In the remaining dim night, two prodigal sons, one big and one small, stand in front of the door.

The little one looked not yet in time. He was wearing a moon-white monk's uniform. His head was smooth and there was no ring scar. At first glance, he was a novice monk in the temple. He was still carrying a white long banner in his hand, and the banner was rolled up. It did not open.

　　The big one is eight feet long, shirtless, showing a white and beautiful tendon flesh, all over his body, except for his pants, with a pure white face towel on his face, looking nondescript.

　　 The morning sun plated them with a layer of gold, half-cheeked faces shrouded in the rays of light, and deep shadows like gullies were laid down, and their clear eyes were like stars, bright and brilliant.

　　 really like two great heroes, great heroes!

　　 It is a pity that the two heroes were stopped by guards before they even stepped into the city gate.

　　 "Who are you waiting for! What happened to the capital where you have come! And you, take the face towel off, and get another piece of clothing. You can’t get inside if you don’t get a good shirt!"

　　 These soldiers who guarded the capital were also staffed by the imperial court. They were later re-employed by wealthy families in the city, and they were still responsible for monitoring the incoming personnel.

　　 After a word, Mo Yun was speechless, and Lu Zhengkang immediately greeted him.

　　 "Amitabha! This benefactor, you are out of your mouth!"

"Don't come to this set! I'm young and don't learn well! I have guarded the gates of the city for so many years. No one has seen anyone! Don't play this kind of trick!" The guard with two rat whiskers on his lips waved his hand as if When the beggars were sent, the surrounding soldiers also gathered around, with the intention of throwing them out.

"Ou, you can't say that. If the little monk had expected it well, the donor lost thirty taels of silver in the gambling shop yesterday! Tsk, it's a pity that it's not that the donor was not good at gambling, but was cheated by someone out of it! "

The Squirrel Soldier's face sank, and he muttered: "What a Liu Qishou, I'm playing on my head...", then he looked at Lu Zhengkang with a vigilant look, "This...little master, you know how to tell a fortune. See you? Dare to ask why you came to the capital?"

"You have said that I am a fortune-teller, and that must be to make money." Lu Zhengkang unfolded the long banner, it was empty, but it was also full of momentum when he waved it, "Listen! Poor monk is the pre-known 500 Years, five hundred years later, you will learn about astronomy and geography, deduce bad luck, find dragons and acupuncture points, and cast down demons and exorcise demons. It is also a wonderful monk with vast magical powers!"

　　 His drake voice, which has just passed the change of voice, blows the cowhide to the sky, and this posture is still very bluffing.

　　The rat-beard soldier was a little bit troubled, "Okay, the villain can save it. Master Miao Ji, please come in, but this strong man may not be able to enter the city without his shirt."

　　Lu Zhengkang's eyes kicked, and he was about to start making a mess. At this time, a group of carriages came from the city and stopped behind them.

　　 opened the curtain for the first four-passenger car, and an old man dressed as a steward came out and said to several soldiers: "My master invites these two strong men to get in the car, please go back everywhere."

　　 "Yes!" These soldiers are very respectful, and they seem to have met their boss.

　　 Lu Zhengkang plated his bald head, grinned at the old man, and unceremoniously passed the long streamer in his hand, and then pulled Mo Yun into the car.

　　 When you come in, you can see that the protagonist is extraordinary.

The carriage is about the same size as Lu Zhengkang’s residence in Shaolin. There is a curtain of East Sea tortoiseshell beads in the middle section to separate the inside and outside. On the table of Guangnan purple sandalwood, there are lacquerware and porcelain. The floor is covered with thick layers of Shu In the middle of the silk and silk, there is a complete white tiger skin of Liaodong in the middle. The faint Nanhai agarwood fills the room, the breath is bright and energetic, and the smell is refreshing. Looking up, there is a white jade carved dragon overturning plate on the top, elegant in quality and soft in color, and a circle of Sui Hou beads is fitted on the edge, which is bright and clean.

　　 Mo Yun raised his eyebrows, and passed the sound to Lu Zhengkang, "This is at least one of the most powerful people in Beijing."

　　 Lu Zhengkang nodded and said nothing.

　　 The old housekeeper took a clean brocade shirt from nowhere and handed it to Mo Yun. The swordsman kept his head down and put on his clothes.

　　 Waiting for him to change, the butler stood outside the bead curtain and said loudly to the inside: "Two distinguished guests are here!"

　　 Immediately, there was a burst of crisp laughter from behind the screen in the bead curtain. A woman wearing a fancy silk gold dress raised a corner of the curtain and waved to Lu Zhengkang and said, "Guests come in and have a cup of tea!"

　　 Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes, commemorated the eleventh ceremony, and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the benefactor is courteous."

　　 "Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva, this little master is polite, please come in soon!" This famous woman is very humble and enthusiastic, and, not surprisingly, is a believer of Lu Zhengkang.

　　 Wearing bead curtains, turning screens, sitting opposite each other in front of a sea of ​​root carving tea, the woman makes a cup of green tea for each of them.

　　 Mo Yun took the white porcelain tea cup and did not open the face towel. He sniffed lightly, and praised: "Longjing before Ming Dynasty, it's not just pure tea."

　　 The woman smiled politely, then turned to ask Lu Zhengkang, "Is the little master satisfied?"

　　 "Tasting tea is not about the taste, but the mood." Lu Zhengkang pretended to be.

　　 "I didn't expect you to have this kind of knowledge at a young age," the woman smiled slightly. "My old servant just heard you boast about 500 years before and 500 years later. I don't know if it is true or false."

　　 "If you don't believe it, the poor monk will show you a palmistry."

　　 "Which hand?"

　　 "Right first, then left."

　　 The woman handed her hand over, but he didn't look at it. Instead, he stared at the woman's face first, and kept counting with his right hand, as if a lotus flower was opened, and at the same time he muttered some words. In fact, he used Tianyantong to get a general understanding of the woman's life.

　　 "It's not Sun, it's not King... It's not money, it's not Zhao...

　　 "...Well, the donor is pampered, he was born a prince and noble, hey, he is a Suhuan with a surname and a surname, and he is 30 and 2 years old.

　　"Yes~www.readwn.com~ Then Lu Zhengkang carefully observed the palm of Quan Suhuan, and used the skills learned from the photo book to interpret palmistry.

　　 "Long fingers, short palms, dragon swallows tigers, the benefactor must be a thoughtful person...the palm is thin, the palm is thin, alas, the blessing is low..."

　　 people have seven attributes, namely, perseverance, courage, intelligence, calmness, wateriness, delicateness, and good fortune. The most important thing to look at is to distinguish the strength of these seven.

　　Quan Suhuan is a person with sufficient wateriness and calmness, followed by meticulousness and perseverance, and the remaining three are very lacking. As a powerful person, he is a conservative person, and the foundation of the family is sufficient, but he cannot do any pioneering major things.

　　 Lu Zhengkang had an analysis, Quan Suhuan also nodded his approval.

　　 "Sure enough!" Quan Suhuan gestured to the housekeeper, and the old servant went to the cabinet to take out two jade treasures and put them on the small table by the tea sea.

　　This kind of treasure ornaments often have magical abilities, which can give the owner some gains, and they are very popular goods.

　　 "A small gift is not a tribute. I wonder if the little master has opinions on Buddhist scriptures?"

　　 "I don't dare to say insights, I just have a little gain."

　　 "Please move to the residence for a few days, Yu Zheng has a lot of incomprehensibility to ask you for advice."

　　 Mo Yun couldn't help asking: "There is Daxiangguo Temple in this capital. Why doesn't Madam go there to listen to the scriptures?"

　　 Lu Zhengkang coughed, "It's better to be respectful!"

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