The middle-aged man showed a hint of anger on his face, and he forced himself to hold it back and said, "Mr. Wen is really good at joking. Please get in the car, I'll take you..."

Wen Fei beat me up to the sky and haha. He really thought that Master Shang was a father. Tianshi was a cabbage! He actually sent a housekeeper to pick me up? Do you know that even Cai Jing knew that I was going to his house, he would open the middle door and stand at the door obediently and wait.

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you don't have to go in. Maybe all the people will die in a few months. What's the point of seeing a group of dead people?" He said that, and turned his head and walked out.

Yu Deyun was almost crying, and the boss didn't take such a play. He shouted, "Mr. Wen..."

But Wen Fei turned around and glanced at him. The cold light was like lightning, which made Yu Deyun feel cold in his heart, and he remembered Wen Fei's terrifying magic cultivation.

The butler's face turned pale and white, but did not have an attack on the spot. If the butler of a wealthy family was so shallow, he would have been driven away long ago. He took out his cell phone and called someone to ask for instructions. Then he pretended to be indifferent and smiled: "Mr. Wen, my second lady has come out to attract you in person!"

In fact, Wen Fei turned around and walked away just like a show. Without a car, would he really walk back? There are no taxis in this wealthy area.

Although Wen Fei is good at Taoism, he can't use the armored horse talisman directly in this place where people come and go in broad daylight, right? Even if he uses it, it will not have any effect. Many magics cannot be made with everyone, especially those related to ghosts and gods! At the same time, he was also a little curious. He didn't know what the second lady of the King of Ship would look like? In many such scenes, the one who came out would be a peerless beauty...

It is indeed as unspeakable that such a luxury house, although it is already top-notch in Mingzhu, it covers only five or six acres of land. It feels a bit inconsistent with an electric car to open the road inside. It is not that kind of golf course, covering an area of ​​thousands of acres!

So the second lady did not drive an electric car, but walked over. She was wearing a very simple sportswear and was tall. She had short hair like a man. Just this little bit made Wen Fei completely lose his interest in expectation. After all, the slogan of black hair Chinese goods has been many years... This black hair is also long hair.

"Welcome to you, Mr. Wen. You are the VIP guest invited by Ayun. But something happened to my family and was busy. The hospitality was not good. Please don't mind Mr. Wen!" said Miss Zhang Er.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, at least his attitude is very good. Wen Fei shrugged and said, "It's nothing, but I'm not talking nonsense. I saw death in your house..." Wen Fei remembered the second lady, who seemed to be named Zhang Haohan.

"My father was seriously ill and many media reported it, so it's no secret!" Zhang Haohan said calmly: "Actually, I have been studying in the UK a few years ago and converted to the Lord's arms. I don't believe much about many things. But my father wanted to ask for comfort in his heart."

Wen Fei shrugged, "I'm stubborn." Seeing that you are all dead, do you dare to be so stubborn?" Wen Fei thought with malicious intentions.

"No matter what, Ayun invites guests, Mr. Wen, please come in!" Zhang Haohan said.

Wen Fei sighed again that there are actually not so many beautiful girls in the wealthy family. After all, the improvement of bloodline is not something that can be achieved by one or two generations.

I wonder if Zhang Haohan would kick Wen Fei to death with hatred when he heard Wen Fei complaining behind his back.

When he arrived here, Yu Deyun, who was originally a hero, was always taciturn. I don’t know if he was restrained? Wen Fei didn’t care about so many things, and he had never seen any big scenes. Such a rich man was just like that dead ghost Zhou Baiwan.

"Feng Shui is good!" Wen Fei praised. It seems that when the house was built, everyone found Feng Shui. After walking along the way, they felt that the energy was very harmonious, without any abruptness, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhang Haohan looked back at Wen Fei, looked at Wen Fei with a very playful look, and said, "This was designed and built by the famous British designer Mr. Abel, and he is also my mentor. He is an architect and does not even know Chinese characters!"

The implication is clear. It seems that Zhang Haohan has no good feelings for our Master Wen, so he slapped him naked in the face.

To be honest, Wen Fei was not very proficient in Feng Shui, but I remember hearing Li Jie say something that good architects in ancient times knew some Feng Shui. He also said something about Feng Shui as the way of nature.

Therefore, Wen Fei's face did not turn red at all, and he shrugged, "That's nothing. Those who study architecture should always pay attention to the integration of the surrounding environment. No matter how the architectural design is, it will not be abrupt destruction, it will always appear harmonious..." He pondered the words and thought about how to make the words come back.

But Yu Deyun said in an instant: "In fact, foreigners also have many secret techniques, the most famous one is the stonemason's knowledge!"

This topic is not a good topic, just a little bit, and people didn't say it anymore. For ordinary people, it is an out of reach and only exists in legends. For extraordinary people, it seems that the tentacles and nerves of this mysterious organization can be felt at all times and everywhere...

Wen Fei was invited into the living room, which was unexpectedly lively. A dozen people were bustling with people sitting sadly. There were monks, Taoists, some in Tang suits, and some priests, which seemed to be a carnival in the religious world. Of course, if it weren't for these people, they all looked constipated.

Wen Fei's arrival made everyone's eyes focus. However, after seeing Wen Fei's age clearly, everyone showed a subconscious contempt. It seemed like traditional Chinese medicine, it seemed that the older they were, the more authoritative they became.

Wen Fei could not respect these people. From the perspective of his inspiration, his cultivation is very limited than that of Master Wen. But Master Wen has many treasures on him, so how can these guys compare?

Without waiting for Zhang Haohan to introduce, he went over and found a sofa and sat down. He did not regard himself as a strange guest who had been here for the first time.

Although Zhang Haohan always said that he was reading in the UK, this living room did not have the restrained taste of British style, but was very free American decorations. Sitting on the thick sofa can make the whole person trapped.

Just when Wen Fei was thinking about whether he wanted to make a set of such furniture to improve his quality of life in the Northern Song Dynasty, a monk sitting near him couldn't stand it: "Sir, please don't..." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!

ps:  There are a lot of content in this chapter, all from notes and folk legends...

I believe that friends who read the secret technique of Taoist sect know that the author likes this kind of thing the most... So this chapter is also trying to change the way it is written...
Chapter completed!