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The smoke and rain are hazy.

A simple and spacious carriage was driven north by an elderly coachman dressed in a long gown of Gebu.

Inside the carriage.

Xiaobao's crying red eyes were like a pair of peach eyes, and he was looking at the young gentleman sitting not far away.

The young gentleman was meditating cross-legged, his expression calm as water, and his brows were indifferent.

But between breathing and breathing, it gives people a reassuring and calming atmosphere.

A trace of doubt appeared on Xiao Bao's delicate and immature little face, and he could sense that Mr. was shrouded in colorful qi at this time.

Suddenly, two silent eyes opened.

Lu Bei looked at the Nine Lingzhi, and scenes in the Yang family appeared in his heart.

Sure enough, when he picked Yang Yan in the Yang family and explained the cause and effect of the Nine Lingzhi.

Yang Yan, who was immersed in the pain of losing his wife, although he couldn't bear to be separated from his son Xiaobao in his heart, he still bowed down and begged to let this Nine Lingzhi worship him as a teacher.

Not to mention that after learning the matter, it is to let Xiaobao have more self-protection power in this demon-surrounded southern Ganbu Continent, and it can be regarded as his love for his son.

However, Lu Bei's own family knows his own affairs, not mentioning the deep cause and effect of the master and apprentice, just saying that he has not yet entered the immortal path, and his immortality is far away, how can he teach the apprentice.

So he politely refused.

Yang Yan thought about it for a while, so he changed his mind and proposed to let Xiaobao do some boy work of sprinkling and serving.

Lu Bei only relaxed his tone at this time, and finally left Bishan with this Nine Lingzhi.

It's not that Lu Bei is hypocritical, but that he originally had an indispensable attitude towards this matter.

As for how to place this son, he already had some ideas in his heart.

At this moment, a "cooing" sound sounded in the silent carriage.

Lu Bei smiled kindly: "Yang Xi, are you hungry?"

This Xiaobao's name is called Yang Xi.

Yang Xi's face turned red and nodded shyly.

Lu Bei said in a deep voice: "Coachman, stop at the restaurant in the town ahead." ”

Lu Bei had already reached the realm of 'Qi Eater God Immortal', but Yang Xi still had to absorb the spirit of the sun and the moon from the five grains.

Of course, Lu Bei guessed that even if Yang Xi really didn't eat or drink for a few months, he might not die of thirst and starvation.

"Okay, Childe. ”

Although the coachman wondered slightly in his heart how the boy knew that there was a town not far ahead in the carriage, he turned to no longer delve into it.

Presumably, this son is a native of Luoyang.

The coachman raised his whip high, and the carriage spun around as it hurried to a town in front of it in the vast smoke and rain.

It took about half an hour and traveled fifty or sixty miles.

The carriage eventually stopped in front of a large locust tree.

Lu Bei and Yang Xi got out of the carriage and entered the restaurant one after the other.

Perhaps because of the continuous wet and cold spring rains, there are not many diners in the restaurant.

Lu Bei and Yang Xi found a table at random and sat down.

Lu Bei asked for a pot of wine, a few side dishes, and two bowls of beef noodles, and sat there looking out the window.

But he was communicating with Bai Xue about the earth immortals with divine thoughts.

At this time, a cool breeze came up, and Lu Bei only felt that the light in front of him was dim.

Suddenly, a young scholar with a thin face sat down weakly on a wooden table not far from Lubei, and a book was placed on the table.

This young scholar has a face like a crown of jade, eyes like stars, a scholar's scarf on his head, a coarse cloth shirt, and a very clean rinse.

But at this time, perhaps because of the rain, the young scholar's depressed expression had a little paleness.

"Man, let's have a bowl of yellow rice. ”

A weak voice rang out.

The man answered lukewarmly, and went to tell the back kitchen.

The poor scholar ordered three cents of yellow rice, perhaps because he was tired, and fell asleep on the table.

Lu Bei looked at this scholar, his eyes flashed, and he muttered in his heart: "Interesting, is this the meaning of Sansheng Futu." ”

......

Taiqing Xuanwei Realm Heaven

A round of red sun hangs high in the sky, the glow is ten thousand, and the rui qi is thousand.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains and rivers are winding like dragons, and the lakes are smoky.

In the continuous mountains, from time to time, there are elk in the form of divine horses, eating apples, which are very leisurely.

On the swampy continent, there are also white cranes flying back and forth, combing their feathers in the mirror.

The lush peaks are surrounded by trickling streams, the breeze washes away the dust and leaves, and the artistic conception is quiet and ethereal.

And under the purple gas and the five-colored canopy, there is a steep and steep Dan cliff.

On it, there is a cyan giant monument standing, the monument is towering, the halo around the body is flowing up and down, and there are some names and surnames looming.

Dressed in a yin-yang robe, Wen Shizhen, whose breath seemed to exist, sat on the futon under the cyan monument, with a mysterious expression, and was preaching.

On the lower row of apricot-yellow futons, Tie Guan Li, Zhong Liquan, Lu Chunyang, Lan Caihe, and Han Xiangzi sat in turn...... and He Xiangu.

Not far away, a few Taoist children in Tsing Yi with combed hair, long faces like Fu Fen, red lips and white teeth, or holding silver silk whisks, or holding Qibao flower baskets, are serving the immortals.

The mountain breeze moves slightly, the green trees and jade flowers on both sides are swaying with the wind, and the dewdrops on the green leaves are scattered with colorful and magnificent light.

At this moment, a cyan light suddenly came from afar.

This is a little man of the Yang God who is only one foot and six inches, with white beard and white hair, and a long gown, and he is flying down to the Dan Cliff with a miserable expression at this time, standing solemnly.

Wen Shizhen felt something, and when he opened his eyes, the clouds and mist between heaven and earth seemed to be a meal.

"Zhang Guo, why is it here. ”

The rest of the six immortals, except for Uncle Cao Guo, who had not yet returned to the throne, all looked at Zhang Guolao in unison.

I saw that the blood light on the cracked Yang God around Zhang Guo's body kept shining, and he was obviously extremely seriously injured.

For a while, the six immortals were all slightly discolored.

Zhang Guo said with a bitter face: "Tell the teacher, Zhang Guo was ambushed by the blood demon, and his body was unfortunately destroyed, and I hope the teacher will uphold justice." ”

Bloodseeker.

Wen Shizhen frowned slightly, pinched his fingers and counted it, only to feel that the heavens were extremely obscure, and in the end he still found nothing.

The catastrophe is approaching, and the heavens are becoming more and more reversed.

Unless it is directly related to his own cause and effect, otherwise, he can't be calculated with the realm of his Taiyi Golden Immortal.

If his deity is here, with the ability of Daluo Daozun, he can pinch his fingers at will, and the people and things below the true immortal are all like viewing the pattern in the palm of his hand.

For now, the only way to do this is to raise the altar later, which will bring the will of the deity.

The road of Buzhi is all-encompassing and unfathomable.

Just as the [Reverse Knowledge of the Future] in the thirty-six changes of Tiangang is a great supernatural power of the mixed element level.

However, in the Three Realms, there are very few people who dare to claim that nothing is counted.

Leaving aside what has already happened in the past, for the sake of the future alone, even the Mixed Yuan Saint can't calculate his own cause and effect.

Gain, as soon as the strong think, variables are born.

There are no possibilities for the future, especially the stronger the living beings, the more choices and variables there are in the future, and it is impossible to fully predict the future state of the future.

It is somewhat similar to the uncertainty principle in later quantum theory.

By extension, in the statement of the law of cause and effect, if the present is known exactly, the future can be foreseen, and the conclusion is not a conclusion, but a premise.

From a macroscopic point of view, the avenue is originally in a seemingly disorderly and constant change, the size of the universe at one moment is different from the size of the universe at the next moment, and the decay of microscopic particles is also unpredictable.

Of course, this is a profound way of divination.

Therefore, the immortals of the Three Realms know that counting the past is accurate in calculating the future, counting the weak is accurate in calculating the strong, and counting others is accurate in calculating oneself.

These are the three principles of the road of divination.

And like Fu Xi, one of the Three Emperors, he is a strong man who studies innate gossip and holds innate spiritual treasures.

or innate beings such as the Akajiri horse monkey who are well versed in yin and yang and have a clear understanding of the heavens, are less restricted by the three, but they are not unrestricted.

As for the divination of the 64 hexagrams of Zhou Yi the day after tomorrow, in essence, they are all using advanced cultivation to operate the upper body of the Heavenly Dao and observe the changes in the situation of people's hearts.

It's just a matter of sorting out cause and effect from the endless mist.

And the powerful people or the immortals who hold the innate spirit treasure, whether the future heavenly machine is distorted or not, whether the past heavenly machine is obscured or not, can be changed beyond recognition in a single thought.

These acquired ways of divination, it is reasonable that the time is not accurate.

Of course, immortals are mortals, which is another matter.

Therefore, the so-called fairy pinched his fingers and knew everything in his heart, it was just a joke.

Lu Chunyang asked in a condensed voice, "Brother Dao, do you know the origin of that blood demon." ”

Wen Shi Zhenren also looked at Zhang Guolao with inquiring eyes.

Zhang Guolao recalled for a long time and sighed: "This person has never said his name. ”

Wen Shi Zhenren muttered: "You can follow your memory to describe this person's appearance. ”

"I hope the teacher will help me. ”

Zhang Guolao said respectfully.

Wen Shizhen bowed slightly, and grabbed the void with his big hand.

In the Void Day, the purple petals were captured by it and flicked towards Zhang Guo's old yang god.

Zhang Guo's old yang god above the demonic intent blood light was annihilated.

The shocking black flame scars of the Dao Dao gradually healed.

Zhang Guolao's eyes were closed at this time, and the little hand of the Yang God was suddenly raised, and on the beautiful flowers not far away, the crystal dewdrops suddenly flew in.

As his fingers outlined, in the void, the mist surged, and a clear face was about to be formed.