Ling Yun had already asked his grandfather Ling Lie about Ling Xiao’s birth date and horoscope. He had already remembered it in his heart and immediately told Mo Wudao.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Ling Xiao’s birth date and horoscope, Mo Wudao was suddenly stunned: “Uncle Ling is actually born in the Double Ninth Festival?”

Ling Yun raised a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth and nodded helplessly.

Although Ling Yun is not proficient in divination and physiognomy, even he knows that people born on some special days are too contaminated with the cause and effect, and their own destiny is often bumpy and tortuous, even bizarre.

If the cause and effect involved is too great, the secret of the heavens will be carried. The fate of such a person is difficult to calculate.

Mo Wudao could not remain calm anymore. He frowned slightly and quickly fiddled with the three copper coins in his hand, making a series of crisp sounds in the quiet living room.

Seeing this, Ling Yun asked, "What? Is there a problem?"

Mo Wudao pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about the words, and then said after a while: "Lingyun, you should know that the cause and effect you carry are too great, so anyone who can come into contact with you will often have ups and downs and strange peaks."

Ling Yun naturally understood this, so he nodded silently.

"The closer people who are involved in cause and effect are to be with you, the stronger their fate will be, or more serious, and so it will be more difficult to deduce."

"When it comes to your biological parents' relationship, you have to calculate that they are actually really peeping at the secrets of heaven."

"Uncle Ling was born on September 9th, Double Ninth Festival, so this is even more difficult to forget."

Mo Wudao mentioned two reasons. One reason is that Ling Yun’s fate involves the secret of heaven and cannot be speculated at all. Ling Xiao is Ling Yun’s biological father, which is difficult to deduce; the other reason is that Ling Xiao’s own birthday is Double Ninth Festival, and the cause and effect he carries is very large, which makes things even more difficult.

Ling Yun frowned and asked, "Then what you mean is, can't you calculate it?"

If Mo Wudao really couldn't calculate it, Ling Yun would certainly not have let him live in a doghouse.

Mo Wudao said seriously: "At least, I can't calculate it here. So I didn't calculate it directly, but there is no way."

The fortune-telling is the first spirit, the second and third decline. The first fortune-telling is the most effective. The more you calculate, the more vague and the less effective you are. Mo Wudao naturally understands this, so he simply doesn't calculate it.

Ling Yun's tense nerves suddenly relaxed and he cursed: "If you have something to say, if you have farts, let's put it aside, and there are few ink traces."

Mo Wudao thought about it and said directly: "If you want to calculate where Uncle Ling is now, just knowing his birth date and horoscope is not enough. We have to go to the place where he lives on weekdays, and it is best to have his recent photos."

"In this way, the place where he lives on weekdays has his atmosphere of life. In addition, looking at the photos, I can try it out through his birth date."

The breath of life mentioned here of Mo Wudao belongs to the category of looking at the qi. Adding photos is like looking at the face, looking at the qi, and fortune-telling.

"This is no problem!"

Ling Yun immediately agreed, and then he took out the communicator and contacted Mr. Cui. He briefly explained the situation.

After hearing this, Mr. Cui was anxious and said, "I'll pick you up now."

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Cui drove to the door of the Siheyuan. Ling Yun swept his spiritual sense and knew that Mr. Cui was coming. He immediately took Mo Wudao and Edward out of the hospital and got into the car.

When the three of them got into the car, Old Cui stepped on the accelerator. The car turned around and returned along the same road, heading towards the Ling family's ancestral home.

Ling Yun asked directly: "Old Cui, have you told my grandfather about this?"

Mr. Cui drove the car and nodded: "I said that he has made arrangements, don't worry."

After saying that, Mr. Cui pondered for a while, suddenly looked embarrassed, turned his head to look at Ling Yun, and said awkwardly: "Fourth Young Master, but it's so late that I may have to see someone..."

Needless to say, the place where Ling Xiao lives on weekdays is naturally where he lives, that is, Ling Xiao’s own home. Who else is there in Ling Xiao’s family?

Ling Xiao’s wife and Ling Xue’s mother!

Ling Yun naturally thought of this and remained silent for a moment.

"The fourth young master, Ling Xue's mother is Dong Ruolan, and she is also... she is actually a miserable person."

Seeing Ling Yun not speaking, Mr. Cui immediately raised his heart to his throat and thought about his words.

"Old Cui, you need to say nothing, I understand, it's okay."

That happened eighteen years ago, and it was his father’s business. What can Ling Yun say?

But at the same time, a flame seemed to be lit in Ling Yun's heart, which was the fire of hatred, which had never been so hot!

Thinking of my father, in front of the world, in front of his mother, vowed not to see Yin Qingxuan again in this life, and would marry someone else immediately and have a child. What a humiliation that scene was?!

How heartbroken Yin Qingxuan is?!

And all of this was forced by others!

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Such humiliation is even better than the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife!

But the woman named Dong Ruolan was innocent. Ling Yun knew very well that Ling Xiao married her but did not love her. Dong Ruolan was actually very pitiful.

Ling Yun thought about this and couldn't help but clench his fists, and a burst of blood in his body was surging wildly.

Twenty minutes later, the group of four returned to the Ling family's ancestral home. Mr. Cui drove directly into the third courtyard before stopping the car.

Ling Lie had already stood in the yard waiting. Not far behind him, there was a middle-aged woman standing at this time. Apart from these two, there was no one else in the yard.

Ling Yun was the first to get out of the car, came to Ling Lie, and knelt on one knee: "Go to Grandpa."

Seeing that his precious grandson finally arrived home, Ling Lie was naturally happy. He immediately reached out, pulled Ling Yun up from the ground, and looked up at Ling Yun.

"Yes, I've made more progress than more than a month ago, so I'll just go home."

Ling Lie raised his hand and patted Ling Yun on the shoulder, then grabbed his hand and walked towards the middle-aged woman.

Without further ado, now is certainly not the time to reminisce about the past, and the important thing is important.

The middle-aged woman is naturally Dong Ruolan. She is dressed very well, with a slender figure but not lacking in softness, and her appearance is dignified and beautiful. She is only less than forty years old and has white hair on her head. Obviously, she must be uncomfortable living.

Seeing Ling Yun kneeling for Ling Lie, Dong Ruolan's body couldn't help but tremble. Of course she knew who was coming.

"Ruolan, let me introduce you to the third son, Ling Yun."

This was indeed an extremely embarrassing scene. The old man forced himself to shake his mind, grabbed Ling Yun's hand tightly, and introduced Ling Yun to Dong Ruolan.

"Lingyun, this is..."

However, when the old man turned around and wanted to introduce Dong Ruolan to Ling Yun, he didn't know how to speak.

Say it was Ling Xiao’s wife? What did you call Ling Yun? Will Ling Yun be called?

These are all extremely embarrassing questions.

Old Master Ling Lie also froze for a moment, holding Ling Yun's palm, sweating.

However, what everyone did not expect was that Ling Yun actually stepped forward quietly and came straight to Dong Ruolan.

"Hello Aunt Dong, my father has been missing for so long, which makes you worried. I'll come here today. I just want to find a way to find my father's whereabouts."

Ling Yun did not make things difficult for this miserable woman.

Dong Ruolan's delicate body trembled violently. She wanted to say something. Her lips were whispered for a long time, but she didn't say it, just nodded blankly.

"Oh, yes, it's important to do the main business first, and it's important to do the main business first. Let's go into the house and enter the house."

When Ling Lie saw Ling Yun, he saw Dong Ruolan so relaxed and quickly spoke up to smooth things over, not allowing the embarrassing scene to continue to develop.

Dong Ruolan stared at Ling Yun deeply, and finally said, "Come in."

Ling Lie, Ling Yun, Mo Wudao, Dong Ruolan and four of them walked towards the house, while Cui Lao and Edward naturally stayed in the yard and waited.

When he arrived in the house, Ling Yun found that the whole room was clean and spotless, and everything was in order. He couldn't help but nodded secretly.

This is a decent woman.

"Father, sit down and rest for a while, I'll go and serve tea."

As soon as he entered the house, Dong Ruolan quickly went to serve the prepared tea.

"Ahem, no need, let them do the job directly."

Even Ling Lie has come to Ling Xiao’s house a few times a year. Now that he is so late, he is naturally embarrassing to come to his daughter-in-law’s room.

Dong Ruolan immediately stopped and turned around and said, "Then I'll get the things."

Soon, a photo of Ling Xiao, wearing the clothes that Ling Xiao usually wore, was sent to everyone.

Ling Yun noticed that in the photo, not only Ling Xiao, but also a beautiful girl, Ling Xue, whom he had seen on the sea.

"This is the clothes he wore in spring. This photo was taken with his father when Xueer joined the Condor Group."

Dong Ruolan's eyes were red, and she wiped her tears and said.

Ling Yun did not speak, but turned his head and looked at Mo Wudao.

Mo Wudao nodded, stood up straight, wandered around each room one by one, using the means of looking at the air, and looking at the air.

Finally, he paced back and said to everyone: "I will perform deduction and divination now. Old man, Ling Yun, please ask you guys to leave here, at least a hundred meters away."

The other three people in the room are Ling Xiao’s father, Ling Xiao’s son, and Ling Xiao’s wife. They can be said to be Ling Xiao’s close relatives. Mo Wudao is worried about not being able to calculate accurately here.

"good!"

Ling Yun naturally understood Mo Wudao's words. He and Ling Lie looked at each other and agreed immediately. Then the three of them stood up and walked out of the house.

"Everyone go to my backyard."

As soon as the three of them left the house, Ling Lie said directly that he lived in the ninth level courtyard of the Ling family mansion, which was the farthest away from here.

Ling Yun nodded and immediately waved to Mr. Cui and Edward, and the group all went to Ling Lie's courtyard.

On this side, Mo Wudao's expression became extremely serious after confirming that everyone had walked away.

He first looked at Ling Xiao's photo for a while, then pinched three copper coins, and muttered something.

Then he threw the three copper coins in his hand in a blank space!

I don’t know what technique Mo Wudao used, but the three copper coins kept hovering and flying in the air, colliding with each other, and it only fell on the coffee table after more than ten seconds!

"puff……"

As soon as the copper coin fell, Mo Wudao's body shook violently. He opened his mouth suddenly and raised his head to spew a blood arrow! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!