Chapter 964

"What's the problem? What's the problem?" asked the shopkeeper, frowning.

In fact, he really feels a little evil. After all, there are many morgues in front of his shop, which is embarrassing. When you think about eating, who doesn't want to have a good meal and who is willing to go to such an unlucky place?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked, "Oh, I really don't see. You seem to be an expert!

"That's not true." Fang Zhiqin said no. he was really happy in his heart. Xiuzhen, who doesn't want to be called an expert.

He touched the short black beard on his chin and pretended to be profound and said: "I advise you, it's better to renovate the Feng Shui here. For example, the red sharp stakes above. Why do you want that thing? Withdraw quickly. If I say, it's too murderous and easy to disturb the opposite side. People didn't plan to do anything about you, but you have to find something for you even if you're all right!"

"Ah!" the shopkeeper was stunned. "I have to do something about it!"

But Fang Zhiqin still felt that he had not done enough. He pointed to the threshold under his feet and said, "there is a problem with this threshold!"

"What's the problem?" the shopkeeper was a little strange. A small threshold had nothing to do with Feng Shui. In his heart, Fang Zhiqin seemed to be fooling him.

But Fang Zhiqin stretched out his finger again, pointed to the threshold leading to the kitchen inside, and then said, "either dismantle the two thresholds, or dismantle the one inside. The inner door is higher than the outer door, just like steps. Do you want to lead those ah Piao to the door?"

"Eh!" the shopkeeper thought it was reasonable, so he hurriedly said, "it happens that I have several workers eating here. I ask them to help repair it. You always sit here and have a look. I'll prepare some wine and vegetables for you. You can eat them so as to give advice?"

"Good good!" Fang Zhiqin said.

The corner of his mouth outlined a trace of pride. He sat in carelessly. The boss was busy and asked several workers to unload the wooden stake at the door and move two ladders. In this way, he banged and banged up, while Fang Zhiqin sat there and drank wine one mouthful at a time.

Before long, I felt a little dizzy.

That's normal!

How can the traditional Chinese wine be so high? Fang Zhiqin, who set foot on Penglai Fairy Island thousands of years ago, has never drunk so high. Before long, he felt a little drunk. It's reasonable for practitioners to ignore this and force the alcohol out with genuine Qi. However, Fang Zhiqin didn't do so. He shook his glass, looked at his eyes and pointed out: "All these wooden stakes have been removed. Well, that's it..."

Just then, as the workers were dismantling a wooden stake, it shook, and then suddenly fell from the sky. In the middle of it, there was blood flying and screaming. Fang Zhiqin also woke up and looked at the front with a surprised face. I went. Why did such a big thing happen?

The boss was also flustered. Fang Zhiqin wanted to save people, but he was cold at once. After a little thinking, he was worried that he would be involved in a human life lawsuit. Fang Zhiqin resolutely smeared oil on the soles of his feet and was ready to slip away. At this time, the boss reacted, grabbed him, and then shouted, "this is what you did..."

"This can't blame me..." Fang Zhiqin gasped for wine.

"Why can't I blame you? If you didn't let me dismantle this stake, it would still happen?" the shopkeeper snapped. Fang Zhiqin stopped talking. He is an honest man, or an otaku, mainly because he devotes himself to cultivation all year round. Well, this is a good thing. Others are addicted to wine and sex. It is addicted to cultivation, but this has become a disadvantage.

He is not good at words, honest man!

What's more, the books read are all sages' books, that is, Confucius, an old man, whose moral level is strong. When he was caught, he didn't plan to run even if he was ashamed. He waved his sleeve and said in awe of righteousness: "if I can't change my name, sit or change my name, Fang Zhiqin, I can't run, why am I here?"

At 11 o'clock in the evening, in the interrogation room of a small police station, Fang Zhiqin was handcuffed on a confession chair. In front of him, a man was asking, "name!"

"Fang Zhiqin." Fang Zhiqin said calmly, his face not red and gasping. Later, perhaps he was worried that others would not understand the meaning of his name. He specially added: "the word Zhiqin comes from the book of songs. He worships ambition and has a wide industry. His father takes one word each, so it is called Fang Zhiqin."

"The name is good, but why don't people do personnel?" said the man sitting opposite Fang Zhiqin.

"All right, I won't ask you any more. Take out your ID card!" said the man.

"What is an ID card?" Fang Zhiqin frowned and said in surprise. He didn't know this thing!

"Where did you come from?" asked the man opposite.

"Penglai Fairy Island!" Fang Zhiqin, an honest man, didn't feel anything wrong with what he said, and said bluntly.

"Don't TND talk nonsense." the Interrogator's veins burst on his forehead and scolded. He felt that Fang Zhiqin in front of him was TND a recidivist. He pretended to be stupid and crazy. "Don't blame us for playing tricks here again!"

"It's really Penglai Fairy Island. Why don't you believe it? You yamen servants look like this." Fang Zhiqin frowned and said.

"Xiao Song is not really a psycho," said the middle-aged man in charge of supervision next to him.

"There are few criminals pretending to be psychopaths these days?" said Xiao Song.

"Whether he is true or false, call some experts to come and have a try!"

"That's a good idea..."

……

At dawn the next day, after he Feng woke up, the black on his body had gradually fallen off. He was a little sad. This was the skin color of a superior person. He could get a scholarship without learning anything, and the amount was not small, hundreds of thousands. At the moment, it was gone. It was really heartbreaking, and he couldn't help feeling that he had lost a lot of money.

Just then, there was a knock outside the door, but the elder was holding a tray outside respectfully, preparing breakfast for He Feng and said, "head, get up and have dinner."

"HMM." He Feng stretched out and jumped out of bed. He didn't sleep long last night. He was busy practicing. How can he sleep?

After walking out of the house, the living room has been cleaned up. It seems that the elder is quite suitable for these servants. He Feng will not have any pity for those who have betrayed himself. In his opinion, all this is punishment. He sat down carelessly.