My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Yes, yes, Master, my grandson will trouble you." Old Master Song also stepped in.

Song Zixuan, who was attacked by three of his relatives at once:! ! ! Dare to let me go and give me a chance to prove it!

Also, don't think I didn't see the smirk on the corner of your mouth, don't you dare to be open and honest!

Lu Zijia looked at Song Zixuan, who was covering her mouth, and then looked at the three elders of the Song family who were nodding to her, and finally relaxed.

"Okay, when I go back, I will draw a Spiritual Talisman for him, and I'll be able to solve it.

However, the Qingshen Talisman can only remove the devilish energy, and cannot cure the problem of external strength and internal dryness.

If that is really not good at all, you must remember to take care of my business. For the sake of being a regular customer, I will give you a discount. "

Lu Zijia rolled her eyes and said with a smile, as if she didn't notice the smirks of the three parents of the Song family, which were similar to those of Song Zixuan's eyes that were almost spitting fire.

Aware of his son's struggle, Song Zhuohai was afraid that his wife would not be able to stand it, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help hold his son.

Immediately, he thanked Lu Zijia again and again, "Sure, then our Song family would like to thank Master Lu for taking care of him."

Lu Zijia smiled even brighter, "You're welcome."

Song Zixuan, who was pinched by his father and his father: You're welcome, you're welcome! You witch in sheep's clothing!

At this moment, Song Zixuan couldn't help but regret, why did he invite such a witch back.

After meeting this witch in sheep's clothing, he became unlucky, just like verifying what the witch called him before: unlucky ghost!

After such a fuss, the Song family, who originally thought it was extremely heavy, suddenly felt a lot easier.

At least, their emotions have calmed down a lot, and at the same time they have thought of a lot of things.

However, they won't conclude anything until they find out the real origin of those things.

After the group of five left Song Zhuohai's study, they returned to the living room on the first floor.

On the way downstairs, Song Zhuohai made a phone call from the side, as if asking someone to do something.

"It's God's blessing that our Song family can meet you, Master Lu. If it weren't for you, our Song family would be..."

After pouring a cup of tea for Lu Zijia herself, Fang Yueqiu couldn't help thinking of the things she had just found out, and she was still a little scared.

This is Fang Yueqiu's heart, and also the Song family's heart. For Lu Zijia, their Song family is extremely grateful.

Lu Zijia picked up the teacup and just wanted to drink it. Hearing Fang Yueqiu's words, he shook his head with a smile, "I just helped you prevent the bad luck from happening. It's not me who really saved your Song family's life."

As soon as Lu Zijia said this, the Song family was stunned.

"What do you mean by that?"

Song Zixuan, who had recovered from being unlovable, was the first to ask.

Lu Zijia put down the teacup in his hand, stood up slowly, and walked towards the platform enshrining the miniature version of the mountain.

Seeing that Lu Zijia didn't answer, but walked towards the mountain where he was worshipped, an answer came out in his heart.

"This mountain of gods and spirits was handed down by our ancestors of the Song family, and it has been passed down for six generations."

Old Master Song was supported by Song Zhuohai and walked over, and told Lu Zijia, "It is said that my grandfather said that our ancestor of the Song family was a general.

Because of being betrayed by a traitor, he was seriously injured and escaped into the mountain. The ancestors thought that they would die in the mountain, but they never thought that they would miraculously survive. "