My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Sorry, to be precise, magic is not a recipe, and magicians never prescribe prescriptions.

If you meet a magician who prescribes a formula, then congratulations, you have met a liar. "

When Liang Yuhua was swaying because of his son's persuasion, Lu Zijia suddenly said.

Zhao Ziteng turned around abruptly, but found that Lu Zijia, who was speaking, was still standing in the same position.

"you you……!"

Zhao Ziteng widened his eyes in shock and looked at Lu Zijia in disbelief, as if he was looking at some monster.

He deliberately pulled his mother away, at least seven or eight meters away from Lu Zijia and the others. When he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice. How did Master Lu hear it? !

The people present also discovered this situation.

"Could it be that you installed some kind of eavesdropping device or something?" Song Zixuan looked up and down at Lu Zijia, trying to find some electronic equipment from her.

Lu Zijia glanced at him sideways, "Don't you know that my ears have always been good?"

She is also a cultivator, and her ears are naturally several times better than ordinary people.

Song Zixuan's black line, "How could I possibly know."

He had only known this woman for two or three days in total, so how could he know if she had good ears.

Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows and looked back, "Now that you know, if you speak ill of me in the future, remember to walk away."

Song Zixuan, "..." When did he speak ill of her? At most, it's just a rant!

Could it be that this woman can even read minds?

Thinking of this, Song Zixuan reflexively moved away from Lu Zijia with a vigilant look on his face.

Lu Zijia glanced at him again, disgusted.

The disgusted Song Zixuan, "..."

The son's reaction of 'don't fight oneself' made Fang Yueqiu's mother feel anxious in her heart!

Afraid that the master had a bad impression of his son, he hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things out, "Cough, silly son, the master is joking with you, why are you nervous."

Song Zixuan, "..."

"Master Lu, right? Your ear is really good. If the police send you to eavesdrop on something, it will be too easy for you."

Zhao Kexin, who just thought Lu Zijia was unreliable, looked at Lu Zijia with admiration at the moment, and almost didn't jump up to give him a bear hug or something.

Lu Zijia smiled and nodded, "It's easy to talk, but that kind of job isn't suitable for me."

"Why?" Zhao Kexin asked subconsciously.

Lu Zijia replied without thinking, "Because that kind of work is too sneaky, I'm an upright master, how can I do sneaky work?"

Zhao Kexin tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded in agreement, "It seems quite reasonable."

Others present, "..."

"Then you say you are a master, so what do you know?" Zhao Kexin looked at Lu Zijia expectantly and asked.

Although Zhao Kexin is already a twenty-three-year-old adult, she has a girlish heart.

"There are quite a lot of them, some fortune-telling, feng shui, mansion tombs, etc., would you like to come to see the pictures?

My fee is very cheap. It only costs 10,000 yuan to see a photo. How about it? Is it cheap enough? "

Lu Zijia counted with his hands, and immediately started a business on the spot.

Song Zixuan, who knew Lu Zijia's nature of being a money fan, couldn't help but see black lines all over his head.

Zhao Kexin was in a hurry and wanted to nod his head, but suddenly remembered something, and immediately changed his tune, "Otherwise, Master, why don't you show my dad first?

If my dad is all right, I'll see you again, okay? "