My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
59. Face 5

Family Song Incident Problems (1)

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Lu Zijia's honest reaction completely exceeded the Song family's expectations, and they couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

"Md. Lu Er, you don't know. My son is always playing. What a joke he tells you, please don't take it seriously.

Today, Miss Lu Er is a rare visitor in our Song family. Can we go after lunch?

Of course, if Miss Lu Er is busy, I will never force her. "

Fang Yueqiu, who had cleared his emotions, walked over and said politely to Lu Zijia while smiling faintly.

Fang Yueqiu's words were as good as Song Zhuohai's words, but they repeatedly reminded Lu Zijia not to consider Song Zixuan's words the same.

Clearly, it made him forget what Song Zixuan had said.

There were also words behind him, as long as a wise man could hear him, he subtly sent guests.

When these little tricks were in the realm of comprehension, Lu Zijia had seen many of them, and naturally understood the hidden meaning of their words, but had no intention of uncovering them.

"Madam Song is polite, Young Master Song kept his promise, I will naturally remember what I said and take it seriously."

Lu Zijia replied as if she had not heard it accidentally.

Just kidding, Song Zixuan promised to give him 5 million shots beforehand. He's very serious, okay!

If that unlucky fellow Song Zixuan dared to lie to him, then he would give him a bad luck talisman and let him go out every day to step on the dirt, ride the tires, and eat half-lethal!

"To eat, it's not necessary."

Waiting for him to help them deal with this matter, the people from the Song family were afraid that they would not want to eat.

To avoid getting hungry, he had to leave first.

Fang Yueqiu, "..."

Zixuan's song, "..."

Was this woman really unable to hear what her mother meant, or was she deliberately pretending to be stupid?

If not, how could the answer make people feel so hurt?

Lu Zijia did not seem to notice the strange gaze of the Song family, and raised her hand to check the time on her watch.

"Twenty minutes have passed since I got here, can I start?"

Lu Zijia turned to look at Song Zixuan, clearly not wanting to deal with Song Zhuohai and the others anymore.

"Can."

Song Zixuan also did not intend to explain further, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Because he knew that if family members were not allowed to see Lu Zijia's abilities with their own eyes, they would not believe it even if she needed too much time to explain it.

Since this was the case, why not let them witness it directly with their own eyes?

"Zixian."

Song Zhuohai did not know what kind of stupid puzzle they were playing, but his prejudice against Lu Zijia remained undiminished.

If not for his son's face, he would have asked Lu Zijia to go out.

"Dad, you must be my wayward!"

Song Zixuan looked at her father deeply, then got up and quickly followed Lu Zijia.

Looking at the back of the two, the three Song family elders frowned at different levels.

"I think they get along well, Zixuan rarely invites people to play at home, so just let her go." Song Laozi.

Master Song had spoken, Song Zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu would naturally not mind.

However, he could not help his eyesight, and looked towards Lu Zijia and Song Zixuan.

Lu Zijia did not go far, but stopped not far from the stairs.

"Why, do you know how to appreciate a painting?"

Seeing Lu Zijia staring at the huge oil painting on the wall, Song Zixuan's face was triumphant, and her tone seemed to be in disbelief that Lu Zijia knew how to appreciate the painting.

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Lu Zijia answered simply, without shame because she did not know how to appreciate paintings.

After all, in the realm of comprehension, where the weak and the strong ate the strong, cultivators were busy practicing, looking for opportunities, or learning techniques, either, how could there be time to play around with poetry and painting?

Reciting poems and paintings For people in the cultivation realm, it was fun and disinterested.

He was a cultivator who had all the skills and was trying to become immortal, but he could not play with anything.

Song Zixuan did not know what she was thinking in her heart. If he knew, he would feel speechless, right?

“If you don't understand, what else do you see?” Song Zixuan was speechless when she heard Lu Zijia's reply.

"Look at that frame."

Lu Zijia still raised her head and replied casually.

Zixuan's song, "..."

Was this woman deliberately teasing him?

Suddenly, Song Zixuan seemed to think of something, and asked, "Is there a problem with this painting?"

Lu Zijia shook her head, "No."

Just when Song Zixuan wanted to ask another thing, Lu Zijia spoke again, "That's because there's a problem with the picture frame."

Zixuan's song, "..."

Can't this woman say everything at once!

Song Zixuan took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and asked, "What's with that frame?"

Lu Zijia did not immediately reply this time, but shifted her gaze from the picture frame, and her gaze quickly fell onto the stone mountain enshrined on the left side of the living room.

The stone mountain was about sixty centimeters long and ninety centimeters tall, like a scaled-down version of a mountain.

"You're talking!"

Seeing Lu Zijia ignore him, Song Zixuan couldn't bear to urge him.

Lu Zijia retracted her gaze and refocused her attention on the two-meter-high picture frame on the wall.

"The frame of this photo is made of a coffin, and the wood is still a hundred years old.

Since the coffin had been nourished for a long time by the demonic energy of the coffin owner, the hundred year yin wood had been upgraded to five hundred years yin wood. "

Lu Zijia's words calmly sounded like lightning in Song Zixuan's ears.

Although he was unsure about Yin Mu's specific danger, he intuitively told her that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Miss Lu Er, if your words are right or wrong, how do you know?"

Fang Yueqiu originally wanted to pretend to go to the kitchen, passing by and eavesdropping on what his son was talking about with Lu Zijia.

Unexpectedly, he heard something that shocked his heart.

If it were not backed by a solid and good education, it would definitely be a mistake now.

Lu Zijia shrugged slightly helplessly, "I can see it with my eyes."

There are many things in the world that are not clear. If you really want to explain, then you can only say that he has an unusual talent?

Thinking that Lu Zijia was toying with him carelessly, Fang Yueqiu's face inevitably drowned.

However, it did not reach the point of anger.

"Does this picture frame affect our Song family?"

Song Zixuan actually wanted to ask if this picture frame was the real culprit who killed her grandmother.

Only when he spoke did he just change his opinion.

Clearly, he was still afraid that the answer Lu Zijia had said was not the answer he wanted.

Lu Zijia naturally nodded, "Of course, yin wood is Mo Xiu's favorite item, and there are people with false intentions who will use yin wood to damage yin.

You put such a big piece of dark wood in the house, isn't it obvious that you invited Satan to come to your house as a guest?

In addition, the yin wood would gather demonic energy, and living people would be attacked by demonic energy, from minor illnesses and serious illnesses, to severe illnesses. "

PS: Guess, honey, who gave this painting to the Song family? Cannot gift if not guess, can not gift if guess, hahahaha~