"You ask me to consider it, and I will give you a reply tonight."
Yang Jian did not agree to Li Mengxue, but did not refuse. He wanted to meet the old charlatan before making a decision. Anyway, Li Mengxue had just told Huangfu Qingyue's departure time, and Longhun's man decided to set off early tomorrow morning in order to avoid leaking the news.
Yang Jian has about twelve hours left.
After getting the answer from Yang Jian, Li Mengxue did not continue to moji and turned around and left.
Yang Jian held his chin and looked at the car that was leaving, thinking: "Li Mengxue, my interest in you is getting bigger and bigger. A minute ago, you could beg for Huangfu Qingyue, but after getting my answer, you can quickly regain calmness and ability. The name of the beauty of the sky is not something you can say."
If it weren't for seeing Li Mengxue's transformation with his own eyes, Yang Jian would have thought that Li Mengxue had just changed.
It is precisely because of this that Yang Jian’s interest in Li Mengxue is getting stronger and stronger.
After all, he likes a girl with flesh and blood, capable and personality, rather than a vase for decoration. At least at this moment, Yang Jian's interest in Li Mengxue shifted from physical relationships to spiritual communication.
After temporarily putting aside the matter here, Yang Jian rushed to Mr. Yang's villa again.
When he came here last night, Yang Jian saw dense luxury cars, blocking the roads outside the villa and crowded in the courtyard; but at this moment, Mr. Yang's villa was as quiet as a library.
This strong contrast made Yang Jian very uncomfortable.
He began to wonder if he had gone to the wrong place.
More importantly, he could not see any security guards outside the villa, and soldiers were present.
After walking around again, Yang Jian, who had made sure he had not walked into the wrong place, slowly walked into the villa.
In the lobby of the villa, Mr. Yang was sitting on a magistrate chair, chatting and laughing with a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest. The middle-aged man was a little short and thin, and looked like an old man with long-term malnutrition.
But his eyes were shining brightly, and he knew he was not an ordinary person at first glance.
Yang Jian noticed this person as soon as he walked into the villa.
When Yang Jian looked at him carefully, the Taoist also turned his head and looked over, and two sharp lights burst out from his eyes.
"Who are you?"
The Taoist stood up suddenly, and the words were filled with surprise.
Yang Jian said disapprovingly: "Old charlatan, hasn't the old man told you about me? Since you are here for me, why should you ask who I am?"
Last night, when Mr. Yang went to find Yang Jian, it means that the old talisman came to him on his own initiative. Since the old talisman had calculated his fortune for Yang Jian and appeared "by chance" at this point in time, Yang Jian can basically guess his purpose.
The old charlatan was stunned and laughed loudly again.
"Haha... I did not make any mistakes in my fortunes back then. Before the age of twenty, you were mediocre and had many eyes. After the age of twenty, you jumped into the dragon gate and soared into the sky. Even the Yang family would be ascended to heaven. I couldn't believe this result back then, so I only came back to take a look today."
It can be seen that the old charlatan was so excited that he said a lot of nonsense.
Yang Jian let him be excited there, and turned around and said to Mr. Yang: "Old man, why don't you find a few bodyguards or soldiers to protect you? Even if you don't need it, wouldn't it be nice to find a few people to do it?"
Yang Jian really doesn't understand why Mr. Yang lives alone.
Aren’t the elderly very afraid of loneliness?
Mr. Yang waved his hand disapprovingly and said, "I live alone. I will sleep whenever I want, and eat whenever I want. How free I can? Why do I have to find someone to stare at me? Besides, I'm not driving everyone away for you."
"For me?"
Yang Jian pointed at himself, looking confused.
Mr. Yang said for granted: "Isn't this nonsense? It's rare that the old charlatan from back then... Ahem, the master appears again. I want to know your future fate. The status of our Yang family can be said to have reached the pinnacle. I really want to know how else we can ascend to heaven."
Yang Jian suddenly realized.
With Mr. Yang's status, no matter how much he doesn't like it, it is impossible for him to be protected by soldiers. Mr. Yang must have found a reason to drive them away in order to talk to the old charlatan, and all this is just to let the old charlatan calculate it for Yang Jianbu again.
Yang Jian couldn't smile bitterly and sat down and said, "What do you think about doing so much? Although there are days in the dark, the number of days is not unchangeable. It is not beneficial to know too much. And knowing it in advance will make your life boring."
But Mr. Yang obviously could not agree with Yang Jian's view.
Yang Jian did not stop him either.
Because Yang Jian was able to say such words by standing at a certain level himself, and Mr. Yang was still far from that realm. As an ordinary person, his mood to know his future destiny is understandable.
Only the old charlatan cast an admiring look at Yang Jian.
He nodded and said, "Marson Yang, your grandson is right. If a person had known that his fate was a tragedy, he would panic and be sad about this tragedy; even if he knew that his future was bright, the feeling of waiting would not be good."
"Don't say so much, just calculate it for me."
It is obvious that Mr. Yang will not look back if he hits the wall.
The old charlatan had no choice but to say slowly: "Before I came here, I have calculated for you. Yang Jian and the people around Yang Jian will have a disaster in the near future. But the misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and the blessing is the basis of bad fortune. As long as you can break through, Yang Jian will definitely go further."
Yang Jian's heart moved and suddenly remembered the incident of purgatory.
If what the old charlatan said is true, the only thing that can be called "tribulation" recently is Purgatory. With the strength gap between Dragon Soul and Purgatory, Dragon Soul who fights at the opponent's home court may indeed suffer a great loss.
Yang Jian said curiously: "Old charlatan, can you figure out what happened to that disaster?"
The old charlatan shook his head regretfully and said, "I have limited knowledge of my Taoism, and I can only count these superficial things and cannot go further. If I force myself, I am afraid that I will anger God."
Yang Jian himself also knows how to spy on the secrets of heaven. When he was at his peak, he could even tamper with the secrets of heaven. Naturally, he knew what the old charlatan meant. He had to pay a certain price to do anything in this world. The old charlatan was as thin as an old man with malnourishedness, but I was afraid that it was the result of poor strength.
Yang Jian kindly advised: "Old charlatan, you'd better not spy on the secrets of heaven in the future. Some things are not something you can know now. Otherwise, the wrath of the sky is definitely not something you can bear now."
The old charlatan said in surprise: "Yang Jian, do you even understand this?"