The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

They slapped their biceps hard and grinned.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. Just wait and see this place turn into ruins."

The leader swung his arm, his muscles twitching.

All the members of the organization rushed in at once, picked up the "scrap metal" and started smashing.

The seven brothers gritted their teeth and made up their minds.

"Let's give it our all!"

The leader held up a blurry, shattered bronze mirror, glanced at it, and looked at it with utter disdain.

"Smash all that junk!"

He laughed wildly.

He held the bronze mirror high.

Just as it was about to hit, it was unable to move.

He tried to smash it down harder, but the bronze mirror wouldn't fall; it was as if it were stuck to his hand.

The same applies to others.

"Boss, are you sure you can handle the fall?"

"Damn it, I can't get this broken kettle off!"

"What kind of place is this? It's too eerie. Boss, I think we should leave."

"Since we're already here, what's the rush?"

Everyone looked up at the sound.

Song Qingge stepped on the bronze sword and landed steadily on the ground.

"master!"

"Sect Master!"

The seven disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good!

A powerful backer has arrived!

The people in the metaphysical organization were stunned.

He rubbed his eyes. "Did I see that right? She...flew down?"

"So you're flying on a sword?" another member of the organization chimed in.

The eldest brother, whose left hand was glued to the bronze mirror, didn't notice that the cracks on the mirror were gradually healing themselves. His gaze was fixed on Song Qingge.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!"

None of those bar girls can compare to this pretty girl.

His eyes were sparkling, his mouth was agape, and he almost drooled.

He slurped back and, with a sly gait, approached her to strike up a conversation: "Hey pretty girl, what's your name? How about I treat you to a meal as an apology?"

Song Qingge glanced at her coldly.

The organization's leader felt a chill run down his spine.

Those almond-shaped eyes, though so gentle, could send chills down your spine when they looked directly at you.

The powerful aura emanating from her was subtle yet perceptible; getting close to her could make one's legs go weak.

No kidding, if he weren't wearing loose work pants, his legs would be shaking like a leaf, which would be quite embarrassing.

But with such beauty before him, how could he resist?

He swallowed hard, and steeled himself to reach out and put his hand on the pretty girl's shoulder.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, his knees inexplicably buckled.

He knelt down with a thud.

It slammed loudly onto the floor.

"puff!"

"Hahahaha!" The fifth brother burst into laughter, "I can't take it anymore, hahahaha, although our master is very powerful, there's no need for such a grand gesture. Hahahaha, I need to go laugh for a while."

The fifth brother, with his back hunched, kept laughing, sometimes looking down at the floor and sometimes looking up at the sky, clutching his stomach.

Those in the same organization couldn't bear to watch their leader kneel down to a young girl.

"I beg you."

"Hey bro...can't you be a little more dignified?"

"Can't resist a beautiful woman." (jpg)

This is utterly shameful!

The leader gritted his teeth, looking up at the aloof beauty: "I'll apologize properly, but you won't listen to reason. Then don't blame me for killing you!"

Song Qingge frowned.

He raised his chin and said, "Take a look at the bronze mirror in your hand first."

The eldest brother didn't take it seriously, and grinned lewdly: "Go ahead and look. After you've seen it, I'll definitely make this little beauty completely submit to me..."

Before he could utter the last word, he saw the brand-new, flawless bronze mirror in his hand and was so frightened that he threw it away.

(Just kidding, it's stuck so tightly, how can you throw it away?)

Song Qingge chuckled mockingly: "With that little courage, you're only fit for empty talk."

She took light and steady steps, stepped off the bronze sword, and with a wave of her hand, threw out a spatial talisman.

The bronze sword was absorbed by the spatial rune and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The people from the metaphysical organization were dumbfounded.

"Holy shit!"

"I... I told you, this place is really weird!"

"What good was it if you said that back then? We didn't have time to run away."

He looked at the broken water jug ​​in his hand.

sigh.

It's like being entangled in a water clock...

The seven disciples rushed to help, some carrying chairs, some serving tea, and some holding palm-leaf fans.

"Master, welcome home."

"We've been working really hard lately; we even blocked them with a barrier just now."

Song Qingge accepted the tea without even lifting her eyelids: "Hmm, blocking them isn't difficult, but we still need to keep practicing."

"yes!"

The seven people spoke in unison.

The sound shook the sky.

Metaphysical Scheme: ? ? ?

What does that mean?

So you're saying they're weak?

Okay, it is indeed quite weak.

But we can't back down!

The eldest brother was unwilling to accept this.

He couldn't touch the pretty girl and lost so much face; he had to get revenge.

He suppressed his fear, took out the bronze mirror, and pretended to look in it: "Wow, I'm so handsome! Now that the mirror is fixed, it reflects my handsome face even better. Little beauty, are you mesmerized by your grandpa? Mua~!"

Seven disciples lined up in front, blocking the way.

They all bowed in unison: Yue!

"you!"

Song Qingge calmly said, "You can take another look at what's in the mirror."

The eldest brother thought the pretty girl was praising his looks, and he smirked smugly.

Sure enough, women can't resist handsome bad men, especially one as devastatingly handsome as him.

He flicked his non-existent bangs, took the bronze mirror close, and brought his face close to it.

A string of words and numbers suddenly appeared on the mirror.

He blurted out instinctively, "Waaah..." but then, too frightened to make a sound, he hesitated.

That's embarrassing enough.

He forced himself to remain calm and proud as he read out the words from the previous year: "Cause and effect, positive cause and effect 0, negative cause and effect 99+. Karma value 20. What does this mean?"

Before Song Qingge could speak, all seven disciples were startled.

They gathered around and discussed it as a living lesson.

"Brother, you should look at his fortune and we'll investigate his negative karma."

"The maximum karma score is 100, and he only has 20... Can any of you tell how long he can live?"

They took out paper and pen and scribbled notes.

The leader was furious: "Hey, what do you mean by 'how much longer I can live'?! What are you doing?!"

His fist hardened.

Song Qingge calmly put down her teacup: "The bronze mirror in your hand can reflect the cause and effect and karma of the user. What you just loudly recited is yours."

Negative karma is what you owe; the maximum displayed value is 99, and you have 99+, which is quite impressive. If your karma were zero, you probably wouldn't live long.

Upon hearing this, the rest of the organization stared in horror at what they were holding.

Song Qingge pointed to the water clock: "The one you have in your hand is a good thing once you use it properly. Try calling out your name to it."

"Really? Really?" Has he struck gold?!

He tentatively called his name to the kettle, but there was no response for a long time.

Dissatisfied: "What is this?! You've tricked me!"

However, after he finished speaking, no one paid any attention to him.

He patted the person next to him: "Hey, I'm talking to you."

The person next to him looked at him and said, "Oh, you're still here. That's why you suddenly disappeared."

After saying that, he continued to examine the junk in his hands.

For the next five minutes, he shouted and jumped around, but no one paid any attention.

"No, can't you see me?!"

Actually, Song Qingge had been paying attention to him all along. Now that she had had her fill of teasing, she spoke up: "The water clock in your hand is a magical artifact that can enhance or diminish one's presence. Call out its name to it and it will take effect."

As for whether it will enhance or weaken, that depends on the good deeds a person has accumulated. If a person is blessed with high fortune, the water clock will adjust according to the user's wishes. For example, if a person likes to reduce their presence, a student who doesn't want to be called on can reduce their presence and avoid being noticed by the teacher.

However, for those with low fortune, the water clock will act contrary to their wishes, which is what you are like now, so no one notices your existence.

With a wave of her hand, she collected all the magical artifacts from their hands and handed them to her disciples: "Put them away properly and tidy up this place."

"yes!"

The seven disciples began to get busy.

The leader, unwilling to slink back like that, gave his brothers a meaningful look.

Mustering her courage, she said, "Stop playing tricks on us. You just don't want to move out. Let me tell you, there's no room for negotiation!"

Song Qingge smiled faintly: "Really?"

"Nonsense! Pack your things and get the hell out of here! I told you, you won't listen to reason, you'll regret it! I'll make you regret this!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than something struck him hard on the back of the head.

Then he launched into a tirade of abuse: "Go to hell! Are you trying to ruin my business?! Get out of here right now, and I'm not renting your place anymore!"

The landlord rushed over with a small leather bag in his hand.

I just received a call from Master Song saying that someone was causing trouble, so he rushed over immediately.

As a result, I was about to enter the room when I saw the "dozens of missed calls" notification on my phone.

I really don't know what's wrong with the cell phone signal; it took so long to notify me.

"Big brother, what brings you here?"

The leader instantly cowered, bowing and scraping as he approached the landlord: "Look at them, these small sects and clans are nothing compared to our metaphysical organization. We have Master Song behind us..."

"Pah!"

The landlord pointed at Song Qingge and said, "Before you make up your story, can you at least find out what Master Song looks like? It's embarrassing to tell such a story in front of the real person."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The organization members were all stunned.

They moved many times, and no similar organizations or teams were allowed to be located nearby.

Today they must drive this little cultist away.

The seven apprentices who were cleaning stopped and stared at them as if they were idiots.

The eldest disciple gave a forced smile: "The person in front of you is our master, Song Qingge, the successor of the Xuanmen sect, Master Song."

This is truly embarrassing.

Grandma: Don't drag me into this, thanks for the invitation.

The leader's face turned pale, then purple, then red, and after bowing and scraping in apology, he led the members away.

The next day, the neighbor's house was deserted.

But that's a story for later. The eldest disciple asked curiously, "Master, was someone deliberately blocking the signal just now?"

Song Qingge praised, "That's right. Your deputy sect leader was also deliberately kept in check by someone."