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Kong Sangmu followed Qingxuan with a stiff expression. His lips were dry and he instinctively glanced at the kettle on the tea table twice.

Yan Zhu pretended not to see it and poured three glasses of water: "Come and drink some water."

Kong Sangmu immediately gulped down most of it.

Seeing this, Yanzhu raised her hand and placed the kettle in front of Kongsangmu, smiling and saying, "Just add it yourself."

If he ignored the black light in the woman's eyes, Kong Sangmu would definitely think that the person opposite him was gentle and amiable, but at this moment, he felt that she was seductive and evil.

But he wasn't afraid at all.

"Thank you, God, for saving me and my sister."

Kong Sangyue responded.

Yan Zhu: "Your sister will be leaving before dawn, so let's take this opportunity to have a good chat. You can rest here. I have something to ask you tomorrow."

Kong Sangmu nodded.

Then Yan Zhu got up and went to her room. She turned around and saw someone following her: "What are you doing here?"

Qingxuan gave a short laugh: "The God gave my house away at the generosity of others. Now I have nowhere to go, so naturally I came to the God."

Yanzhu held the door open, not letting Qingxuan in. She smiled back, her red lips parted as she slowly uttered two words: "No way."

"Bang."

As expected, Qingxuan was turned away.

Then the man's expression calmed down and he became more serious: "I have something to discuss with the God."

A woman's yawn could be heard from inside the house. "There's no need to rush for this hour. Everything should wait until daybreak."

Qingxuan smiled and lowered his head, then quickly moved to the roof and lay down, half-bending his legs and looking at the jade plate in the sky. His nose was high and half hidden in the darkness, and his eyes were dull, and no one knew what he was thinking.

——

“I almost forgot!”

Yan Zhu switched back to her original form and just closed her eyes when she suddenly remembered that she had to send Kong Sangyue to reincarnate before dawn. However, she had been practicing how to control turbid air, so how could she send someone to reincarnate?

Wujiu transmitted the message: Why did the master lie to Kong Sangyue at that time?

Yanzhu: Eh? Stop, I'm not lying. I can't do that, but some people can. Just send them to reincarnation. It doesn't matter who sends them.

Yan Zhu raised his eyes, looked at a certain place on the ceiling, and said in a voice transmission: I think the God should know how to send people to reincarnate.

After a while, Qingxuan's faint and low laugh was heard: I thought you would ask the Lord of the Underworld for help.

Yan Zhu was not surprised at all to hear the man's lewd words. In her current understanding, Qingxuan was a scheming man with excellent acting skills, a lot of thoughts in his mind, and a stingy heart!

In a flash, Qingxuan came to find her. Could it be that Kong Sangyue was reincarnated?

Yan Zhu pretended not to know and at the same time complimented Qingxuan: How can distant water quench a nearby fire? Now that there is a fortune teller appointed by the Heaven, why should I look for anyone else?

A hundred years ago, apart from a man walking out of the Tianji Tower, which was the incarnation of the Heaven's Dao, Haotian, the Lord of the God Realm, there were also two Taoist metaphors: one was that Wuwang was appointed as the God of Destiny, in charge of the life of all beings in the human world; the other was that the youngest son of the tribe leader, the chosen fortune teller of Fangcun Mountain, would be born with the companion artifact, the yarrow bead, which could go against the will of heaven and change the fate of the world without any backlash.

If an ordinary fortune teller changes the fortune or misfortune of others, he will definitely suffer backlash of varying degrees. Therefore, Qingxuan is known as the number one fortune teller in the six realms.

After a while, Qingxuan said cautiously: Hongle doesn't know the magic of the underworld, so I can't help Kong Sangyue reincarnate, but I can teach you, this magic is not difficult.

Yan Zhu: Not difficult? It's fine. Then please ask the God to come down.

Qingxuan flashed into the house and said, "If you have something to say, please invite me in gently. If you don't, just turn me away."

Yan Zhu nodded as a matter of course: "Otherwise... I'll be welcome to ask you for help next time?"

Qing Xuan didn't bother to correct the woman's deliberate misunderstanding, and said calmly, "Let's get started."

Half an hour later.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Yanzhu's forehead. The finger gestures and postures were no different from Qingxuan's, but the effect was halved.

"This kind of magic is the magic of reincarnation in the underworld, and it can usually be learned by those who have the cultivation level of a god."

Qingxuan explained calmly, "Just do it a few times until you become proficient in it."

Yan Zhu thought of another layer of thought: "Hong Le has been with the Heavenly Sovereign for many years. Is it true that he only has the cultivation level of a Divine Sovereign?"

Qingxuan glanced at Yanzhu and said, "Do you think it's so easy to advance to the next level of Divine Master?

After ascending to become a god, one will have the cultivation level of a True Lord. If one is lucky, one will have to practice for at least hundreds of years before having the opportunity to advance to the level of a Divine Lord. To advance to the level of a Godly Lord, one needs not only natural resources and treasures, but also the opportunity given by Heaven.

The number of gods is closely related to the fate of the divine world. It cannot be too many or too few. If no one dies, there will be no new gods for thousands of years.

It all depends on the will of heaven."

Qing Xuan looked at Yan Zhu and said, "For example, the existence of your Divine Honored One, on the surface, is because the Heavenly Sovereign made an exception and appointed you as a priest, but in reality, if it weren't for the will of Heaven, how could you have the position of Divine Honored One?"

Yan Zhu pressed his eyebrows together and said, "I see. This reincarnation technique is of the Divine Lord level. Then, for a True Lord like me, it's definitely not possible to jump to two realms at once!"

Qingxuan said firmly: "Others may not be able to do it, but you can."

Yan Zhu thought he was talking about the Divine Lord, so he gave up learning the magic and spread his hands: "My Divine Lord is just an empty title, and my true cultivation level is only that of a Minor True Lord. I won't learn anymore."

Now it was Qingxuan's turn to frown. The moment the man closed his eyes and opened them again, a dark light shone out. He then moved in front of the woman and, with a little force, grasped Yanzhu's fair wrist. He said in a voice that left no room for argument: "God is very insightful and intelligent. You can learn it."

"What? Is the God going to break his promise?"

Provocation?

Yanzhu was surprised. This was the first time that Qingxuan shed his meekness and pretense in front of her, revealing a different side of him—tough and unquestionable, with the natural oppression of a superior.

"let go."

However, Yanzhu was born with a rebellious nature, and provoking her was completely useless to her: "If you don't want to learn, I can just ask Rong Shang for help."

This thing is really hard to learn, so it’s better to let her study the formation.

Yanzhu wanted to take out the pendant, but unexpectedly Qingxuan not only did not let go, but instead held her in his arms. She faced away from his chest, leaving half a fist's distance between them, just like when they first met.

The man leaned over and spoke in her ear, his voice deep, "The Lord of the Underworld is very busy, so please don't disturb him. If you don't have the patience to learn this kind of magic, how will you learn the countless other methods in the future?"

Yanzhu never expected that Qingxuan, who was usually docile, would do whatever she said, but was also very strong when it came to cultivation.

"Okay, but the gestures are a bit complicated."

Qingxuan: "No problem, I'll teach you directly."

Yanzhu suddenly felt an itch on her ear, and at the same time was wrapped in the man's hot palm. She felt a little awkward for a moment, not to mention remembering the various complicated gestures the man had her do.

She had to admit that in her original form, she wasn't as brave as in her second form and couldn't let go.

The key point is that Qingxuan's behavior today is very unreasonable.

Yet, the "culprit" didn't seem uncomfortable at all, and even slowly uttered two words: "Concentrate."

Leng Mei Ruxue's scent became stronger and stronger, lingering in her nose. Yan Zhu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and put aside all distracting thoughts. Her attention gradually returned to the man's flying fingers and the fluctuations of spiritual power around her.

A quarter of an hour later, Yanzhu's skills improved, so she said, "I've memorized the gestures. You can let go. I'll practice on my own."

Unexpectedly, Qingxuan refused: "I'm not proficient enough yet, so just practice like this."

Yanzhu suddenly choked, but she didn't have the courage of the second form, otherwise she would have taken the initiative between the two of them.

Half an hour later, Yanzhu's fingers became sore and weak, and Qingxuan let go only after she had mastered the technique.

Wujiu Tongyanzhu transmitted a message: Why does Qingxuan have such an endless sense of satisfaction?

Yan Zhu turned her head suspiciously and looked at the other person, only to see that the man looked calm and composed, as if nothing could cause him any disturbance.

And the strength she showed just now was just an illusion.

Qingxuan: "It's less than half an hour until dawn, let's rest first."

Yanzhu rolled her eyes and quickly threw Wujiu: "Call me before dawn."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Although her body had already formed a pill, she still retained her habits. Now, after staying up all night, she was extremely sleepy.

——

Before dawn, everything was silent. Lingquan Town was wiped out by the gods, and it was completely different from the past.

Yan Zhu yawned and pushed the door open, then saw the young man squatting at the door, carefully protecting the soul flower with his hands without blinking.

"Why are you squatting here?"

Kong Sangmu, who heard the noise, immediately stood up and said awkwardly, "Sister Fairy, I'm here to see my sister off."

Qingxuan flashed from the roof to Yanzhu's front without saying a word.

Yan Zhu stepped aside and gave in: "Come in."

Kong Sangyue's soul separated from the soul flower and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Fairy Sister. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay you."

Kong Sangmu added: "When I have the ability, I will build a temple to worship you."

He already knew from his sister that the deity before him was the God of Purification and Turbidity, whose name was Yanzhu, but he did not know what kind of deity the man next to the God of Purification and Turbidity was.

Qingxuan noticed Kong Sangmu's timid look and said with a smile, "Give her my share."

The man raised his chin towards Yan Zhu.

Kong Sangmu smiled back and nodded heavily, saying "hmm".

Yan Zhu didn't care whether anyone worshipped her or not. Although the length of a god's life depended not only on the level of one's cultivation, but also on the worship of believers from the six realms, she thought that even if no one in the world was her believer, when the time came, her demise would not be a pity, but rather the destination she had always believed in.

Just like the brocade phoenix.

Therefore, she doesn't care whether there are believers or worshippers. Now that she holds the position of a priestess, she is just doing her job.

"This is my duty, you don't have to take it to heart."

Yan Zhu said, "Let's get started."

The woman's ten fingers flew, and the golden light from her fingertips rushed towards Kong Sangyue, and the latter's figure slowly became transparent.

"Goodbye, brother, Fairy Sister, goodbye, Fairy Brother..."

"Sister..." Kong Sangmu's eyes were filled with tears. He sobbed silently and kept wiping his tears with his sleeves.

If he had the chance to do it again, he would not take his sister out.

"Don't cry, brother."

Kong Sangyue and her last faint voice in the world disappeared together.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy shed more tears than Yan Zhi. Yan Zhu handed him a handkerchief, her eyes fixed on the Lingquan that the boy had already perfectly integrated with, and said, "She is not dead, your bond is still there, just in another form.

If you weren't bound by family ties, the Spirit Spring would have certainly rejected you. It's your sister who protected you."

Kong Sangmu sobbed and sobbed: "I know... I can't hold back my tears..."

Qingxuan said suddenly, "If you cry again, your sister will be reluctant to leave, and what if it delays her reincarnation?"

After he finished speaking, Kong Sangmu was stunned. After a moment, he immediately wiped his face with the back of his hand and forced himself to stop crying: "Don't worry, sister, go to reincarnate. Brother will never shed tears again."