On the plane, He Qingfeng and Su Min wanted the best for their daughter, so they gritted their teeth and booked business class.

In order not to put a burden on her daughter, He Qingfeng also pretended to be proud and said: "Thanks to Tiantian this time, if she hadn't 'calculated' that the little girl's dog was killed by her scumbag ex-boyfriend, the rest would

Pilgrims will not agree with our Taoist temple so much!"

And without that rush of buying, there would be no wild consumption the next day.

He Qingfeng, a profiteer, did not have the opportunity to raise the price and made a huge profit.

"Twenty high-quality talismans were sold, and there were forty or fifty ordinary talismans. Wow, that adds up to more than 100,000 yuan."

This is only one day's income, which is equivalent to the Taoist temple's profit for a month.

It was easy to earn extra money, and He Qingfeng didn't feel so distressed about spending it.

The family of three happily flew into the business class cabin. The spacious seats and more considerate and considerate services made them feel more comfortable.

"Fellow Taoist, you were also invited to the capital, right?"

There were other passengers in the business class, including an old man in his 60s or 70s, with white hair and beard, but a rosy face, somewhat like a child with white hair.

He found that although He Qingfeng was not wearing any specific clothes, he was wearing a bun and his expression was very good, and a hint of speculation flashed in his eyes.

In line with the principle of having many friends and many paths, the old monk, who has always been outgoing and likes to make friends, took the initiative to ask.

"..." He Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, but soon he extracted the key points from the old man's words.

First, be invited.

He Qingfeng felt that this old man who looked like a fairy seemed to have misunderstood.

He regarded him as a "fellow-minded person" and mistakenly believed that they had also been invited by someone.

Second, Taoist friends.

He Qingfeng did not wear any clothes that clearly represented his identity, except for his hair which was a little too long.

But in the current era of pursuit of individuality, if a man just keeps his hair long and wears a bun, even if he wears a skirt and lipstick on the street, outsiders will only look at him twice and not make any mockery.

There shouldn't be anything too unique about He Qingfeng's decoration.

But the old man still called him "fellow Taoist". Obviously, this white-haired old man should be a member of Xuanmen.

He really regarded He Qingfeng as a "same kind".

He Qingfeng's heart was pounding, but he didn't show any signs of it. He nodded slightly and said calmly: "Yes, I was indeed invited to the capital."

He didn't lie. The old lady in the capital did invite him to the capital and gave him 10,000 yuan in travel expenses.

However, He Qingfeng also knew that his statement would continue to misunderstand the other party and make them even more convinced that they were colleagues.

"Haha, we are indeed in the same group. What a fate. I, Su Qing, come from the lineage of Mai, and I know a little bit about the art of fortune-telling!"

Su Qing said it very humbly. Most people in the real metaphysics circle have heard of his name.

The iron mouth is cut straight and the yin and yang are designated by pinching, which is what Mr. Su said.

He Qingfeng is just a swashbuckler who doesn't even know where the metaphysics are from. He has never heard of Master Su Qingsu.

But, he is smart and smart.

Just by looking at Su Qing's reserved look and listening to the tone of his voice, He Qingfeng knew that this person should be a big shot with some background.

Although it is not absolute, He Qingfeng is very confident in his heart: people who are truly capable are more humble, while people who don't understand anything will brag randomly.

Mai's lineage?

Do you know how to read faces?

That's the magic stick that tells fortunes and fortune telling?!

Oh no, looking at this man's confident and calm look, he either really has some skills, or he is a bigger liar than He Qingfeng.

No matter what the situation is, it's worth He Qingfeng's taking a few more looks.

"Oh, it turns out to be Master Su! I have admired you for a long time!"

He Qingfeng deliberately acted like he was surprised that he had "heard his name a long time ago and finally met the true God". He bowed slightly and gave Su Qing a Taoist clasping hands, "I am a poor Taoist Qingfeng, the master of Guiyuan Temple in Nanshan!"

"Jiu Yang? Have you ever heard of my grandfather's name?"

Before Su Qing opened his mouth to return the gift, a young man sitting next to him said arrogantly: "What about the Guiyuan Temple? What about the wild Taoist temple in the corner of the corner? I've never heard of it!"

"Wenbo! Don't be rude!"

Su Qing scolded her coldly, and looked at her precious grandson with a hint of helplessness.

Alas, his grandson is good at everything, and his talent is outstanding. However, his temperament is not very pleasant.

At best, it sounds like you are arrogant, but at worst, you just bully people based on your talent.

He had a vicious tongue and offended many people.

That is to say, the Su family still has some status in the world of metaphysics, and Su Qing has a wide circle of friends. Everyone is selling him a favor with the Su family, so they don't beat this arrogant brat to death!

Su Qing originally didn't want to take her grandson out, but he was getting older and he was getting older.

The Su family still needs a grandson to pass on the divine image, so Su Qing wants to take her grandson to practice outside while she can still walk.

In this way, even if the grandson gets into trouble and offends someone, he, the grandfather, can make amends as soon as possible.

result--

We had just boarded the plane and before we arrived in the capital, this bastard started spitting again.

Although Su Qing had never heard of Guiyuan Guan.

He was probably just like his unlucky grandson, a wild Taoist with no foundation.

But, no matter what the situation of other people's Taoist temples is, you can't say it to their faces.

Isn't this a deliberate provocation?

The key is that if you offend others, you won't gain anything.

Why bother?!

Sometimes, Su Qing really doesn't understand why her grandson is so talkative every day.

Su Qing was confused, but He Tiantian, who was sitting next to He Qingfeng, knew very well.

If not for any other reason, the main reason why Su Wenbo is so annoying is because he is the best villain in the script.

His arrogance is used to set off the humility and gentleness of the male protagonist;

His sharp tongue is used to set off the heroine's sharp tongue;

His famous family background is to explain a truth, "Heroes do not ask where they come from."

Su Wenbo is just a tool for action. The only value of his existence is to set off the protagonist, and he tries his best to be a monster and then gets slapped in the face by both the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

They are both villains, but He Tiantian has no sympathy for Su Wenbo at all.

Because this guy's character is so annoying, he always targets his own father when he opens his mouth.

Why Tiantian protects his shortcomings?

She poked her little head out of the seat, glanced at Su Wenbo intently, and said in a sweet voice: "Brother, your hall is black, and there is a bloody disaster!"

Su Qing, who was apologizing:...

Su Wenbo, who looked cool and unruly:...

And He Qingfeng, who was clearly angry but pretended to be magnanimous:...

His forehead twitched, He Qingfeng quickly stretched out his hand to push his precious daughter back to the seat, and said nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, the child is young and ignorant!"

These words are somewhat familiar!

Su Qing felt a little feverish on his face because he was the one who often said this.

After all, his unlucky grandson was really talkative and often got into trouble, and as an elder, Su Qing would apologize from time to time.

The child was too young and didn't speak properly, which was the only excuse he could think of.

But at this moment, Su Qing was particularly embarrassed.

Compared to my grandson who is over 20 years old and over 180cm tall, the little girl opposite is a real child.

And the excuse that the Guiyuan Temple Master said that he was "ignorant" was more convincing than Su Qing.

...Oh, my mind was in a mess, and Su Qing just felt like she was in a terrible mood.

He regretted a little why he had to say hello to He Qingfeng.

If he didn't take the initiative to speak, his grandson wouldn't—

"Haha, I understand, I understand! Speaking of which, it's my grandson who doesn't speak in a measured way——"

Su Qing smiled coquettishly and tried to get rid of this topic.

He Qingfeng twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a perfunctory smile.

"You said I had a bloody disaster? Little girl, you can't talk nonsense!"
To be continued...