Chapter 38: Zhang Simiao (3)

Mother Lin smiled and said: "Yes, please come in! Qingyin told us after school that some classmate will come to visit at home."

After letting people in, Mother Lin saw the three of them carrying valuable gifts, and asked a little surprised: "They are all classmates, why did you still bring so many gifts? Isn't this appropriate?"

After putting the gift in her hand at the door, Ding Hong said gratefully: "It's appropriate. The night it rained a few days ago, my Simiao was taken to the suburbs by a black car driver. Fortunately, Lin Qingyin noticed something wrong and saved her. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Zhang Qiao also added: "I was desperate when I went there that day, but when I got there, I found that my daughter, Simiao was guarded by Lin Qingyin. She was also wearing thick clothe specially bought by Lin Qingyin. I really don't know how to thank her."

Mother Lin came to understand: "It turns out that Qingyin save your daughter when she came back in the middle of the night. She didn't mention it to us."

Since these gifts were all given to Lin Qingyin, Mother Lin let Lin Qingyin handled this matter by herself. Lin Qingyin has no reason to refuse. In the last life, no matter from what sect or their status, people who came to see her had never come empty-handed. She was used to receiving gifts.

After the Zhang Family sat on the sofa, Zhang Qiao looked around the house. Although it was not big, it was very clean. There were fresh and green potted plants on the coffee table and the window sill. A few stones were randomly thrown outside the flower pots. It looked very artistic.

Ding Hong also looked at the flower pots and stones, then began to praise: "The stones are randomly placed but have a unique beauty. At a glance, I can see that you always clean up the house."

Mother Lin laughed and said: "It's all made by Qingyin. She doesn't allow us to move it. I usually clean the windowsill and water the plants carefully. I don't even dare to touch it."

Zhang Simiao remembered the stones that Lin Qingyin threw that night. She couldn't help but curiously asked, "What if I accidentally bump into it?"

Lin Qingyin stood up and randomly picked up a stone from the window sill. About a minute later, the room that had a comfortable temperature suddenly became cold bit by bit. The cold kept passing through their clothes.

Mother Lin subconsciously tightened the collar of her clothes, and suddenly recalled that in the past, around this season, the house was a bit cold. They wear thin clothes when they go out, but they wear extra clothes when they come home. Otherwise, they will freeze in cold. The temperature at home has been very comfortable this year, that's why she has forgotten about it.

When Lin Qingyin put the stone back in its original place, the coldness gradually dissipated. The previous warmth and comfortable atmosphere in the room returned. This time, not only Zhang Qiao and Ding Hong were shocked, but even Lin Qingyin's parents.

Lin Xu only heard that her daughter was good at fortune-telling and feng shui formation, but he has no idea about these things. Now he knows how talented his daughter is. No wonder those people were willing to spend one or two hundred thousand yuan to ask for her service.

Zhang Qiao has always been suspicious of Zhang Simiao's description of throwing stones to call thunder. Because he couldn't believe how can ordinary stones have supernatural power. Now that he has witnessed it with his own eyes, he still can't understand why on earth is this happening?

"Little Master, how did this happen?"

Lin Qingyin smiled: "Bagua Jiazi, Shenji Guizang. If you are very interested, you can also buy books such as Zhouyi, Qimen Dunjia, and Jiugong Bagua Zhen. You read them, may be you can learn one or two formations."

This small formation of regulating temperature did not really come from the world of immortals. After all, once a cultivator embarks on the path of immortality, he or she will not be affected by the cold and heart. There was no use to study such formation at all. Speaking of this matter, Lin Qingyin asked her disciples to collect the contents of the mortal world numerology books in the last life. She has a strong memory. She never forgets it once she sees it.

Although Zhang Qiao didn't understand the principle, it didn't prevent him from admiring Lin Qingyin's talent. No wonder Principal Wang Qingfeng call her Little Master all the time. It turned out to be she was a great little master. Not only she knew how to make formation, but also cure hair loss!

Zhang Qiao touched his somewhat decapitated head and plead expectantly: "Little Master, I want to ask for a charm for hair growth."

Lin Qingyin took out the carving knife from her schoolbag and asked: "Which is it, the 200,000 or 20,000?"

Zhang Qiao was shocked: "Is there a price difference? Which one Principal Wang uses?"

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