Chapter 135 Do you want to change your fate?

The Yunmiao Peak used to reach the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland, like an ink painting, beautiful beyond words, but it was razed to the ground by a disaster.

The devastation and broken walls are no longer what I remember.

"Is this really the Yunmiao Peak?"

A thin girl looked blankly at the ruins where the evil spirit passed by and there was no grass.

She was very thin, with a rough wooden cloak wrapped around her body, with traces of stitching and patching everywhere, and the edges were worn and broken. There was a rusty sword hanging on her waist.

The skin was as pale as a ghost, dull and lifeless, and the thin face made a pair of eyes that were surprisingly large, clear and clean.

"Of course it's here, I won't lie."

Not far from the girl, a young man dressed as a scholar sighed.

"If the girl had come a few years earlier, she wouldn't even be able to enter this place." "

When the demon army swept through, this place was in a mess, blood was everywhere, cruel and horrible!"

When Guan Shengsheng heard this, his brain roared and his heart tightened.

"..."

Although there are few disciples in the Yunmiao Sect, the master uncle has raised countless spirit beasts. Did the demons not even let go of the spirit beasts?

The scholar was still sighing: "Alas, back then, no one would have thought that the demons would be able to break the seal and invade the vast continent. If we had known earlier, the human race would not have fallen to this point."

"Now the demons and monsters are becoming more and more powerful, and the seven sects, twelve gates and thirty-six cities have also declined."

"If it weren't for Luo Yuyang, the number one on the Tianjiao list, who stood up to stop it, the three realms would have been in complete chaos!"

The scholar's voice was a little melancholy, and his eyes, as dark as the abyss, looked at the ruins, and no emotion could be seen.

When Guan Shengsheng heard this name, his numb eyes flickered slightly.

"Storyteller, tell me, why must our human race fall to this point?"

Guan Shengsheng's voice was a little puzzled, and in his slightly drooping eyes, a trace of unspeakable hatred was revealed.

"This is fate, how can ordinary people resist?"

The storyteller looked at Guan Shengsheng, with a cruel tenderness on his face.

"Even if you cultivate immortality, it is the same. If you don't transcend this world, everything in the world is just a toy of fate. No one can resist. All we can do is follow fate."

"Is it really impossible to resist?"

Guan Shengsheng looked up at the sky, his voice sad.

"But I really can't accept this!"

"Why should our Yunmiao Sect be destroyed by the demons?" "

Why is the eldest senior brother destined to be slandered and killed by the Sword Sect, with no remains left?" "Why is the second senior sister destined to have her cultivation

abolished, insulted by the Jiang family, and her body thrown into a mass grave?"

"Why is the third senior brother destined to have his sword bones taken away and tortured to the point of possessing a demon, and in the end even his body was used to suppress the fate of the country?"

"Why is the fourth senior sister destined to have her skin peeled off and her tendons removed to be made into a magic weapon?"

"Why is the fifth senior brother destined to be refined into elixir by the demons and eaten, never to be reborn?"

Guan Shengsheng asked Shang Cang one question after another, becoming more and more unwilling to accept this!

"Is it that we humans are destined to be invaded and slaughtered by the demons and monsters, while the people and monsters who really deserve to die can live a prosperous life, and only we will remain in pain forever and cannot escape!" "

Is it because the way of heaven is unfair and fate is playing tricks on us?"

Her eyes were red as she looked at the silent storyteller.

"I am not willing to accept this, I really am not willing to accept this!"

The wind blowing from afar was cold but seemed to be mixed with the smell of blood.

"The way of heaven will only follow the rules and maintain order. Only fate can really play with everything."

The storyteller's voice was a little indifferent.

He walked closer to Guan Shengsheng step by step, with a cold smile on his face.

"Do you want to change your fate?"

"Do you want to go against the will

of heaven?" "Do you want to change everything now?"

His voice was very soft, but it was clearly heard by Guan Shengsheng.

"...I want to."

Guan Shengsheng stared at him.

"Even if you are doomed to eternal damnation and never reincarnate, do you still want to?"

Guan Shengsheng: "I do!"

The storyteller stared at her and smiled slightly: "As long as the girl dares, I am willing to lend you a hand."

The wind became stronger and stronger, sweeping across the devastation on the ground, and the world was silent.

Guan Shengsheng stared at the storyteller, and there was only her and him left.

The storyteller bent down slightly, looked at her straight in the eyes, and his lips moved up and down slightly, but there was no sound.

The picture in front of Shengsheng was getting dim, blurring everything.

Until finally, her consciousness became clear little by little, and several noisy voices rang in her ears.

.

"...Aren't you the son of City Lord Jiang? Why isn't your surname Jiang?"

The puzzled voice of the fifth senior brother echoed in her ears.

Frost's voice sounded: "Scissors, rock, paper, my mother won."

"Ah? So perfunctory?"

Guan Yuanbai was shocked.

"What's the matter, I'm the same, I heard from my father that my family decided the surname by drinking!"

Jiang Yang's voice also sounded not far away.

"Fortunately my father won, otherwise I would be called Shui Yang!"

"Well... this name is really not very nice!"

Guan Yuanbai pondered for a while and felt that Jiang Yang was better, although it was easy to associate it with Jiang Yang.

"...Jiang Yang sounds better!"

A sweet and lovely voice also sounded and joined in.

Guan Yuanbai didn't find anything wrong and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, ah, no!"

"Little sister, you finally woke up?"

Guan Yuanbai looked at Guan Shengsheng on the bed.

She, who was unconscious before, has opened her eyes and is looking at everyone with interest.

"Junior sister, do you know that you have been sleeping for seven days!!!"

Shengsheng was stunned: "Ah, have I been unconscious for so long?"

Didn't she just sleep for a while?

By the way, she dreamed of things she had forgotten before.

"She was unconscious for a very long time, you wait, I will go to find my uncle and the second and third senior sisters now!"

Guan Yuanbai said hurriedly, and rushed out.

"..."

Shengsheng knocked on her head.

It turned out that she really forgot a lot of things. She

also forgot part of the memory of meeting the storyteller at the ruins of Yunmiao Sect.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere in your body?"

Shuanghan asked.

"No, I feel super energetic!"

Shengsheng climbed out of the bed.

Jiang Yang watched a five-year-old girl struggling to get up from the thick quilt, and quickly picked up the coat beside her and helped her put it on.

"Let me do it."

Shuang Handiao looked at the two clumsy girls, put on a cold face, and helped.

"Sorry, sorry, I don't have enough experience!"

Jiang Yang laughed twice, and the more he helped, the more busy he became. The robes were quite difficult to put on. As a modern person, she had no experience and usually dressed casually.

The iceberg beauty next to her looks really good!

Unfortunately, her father said that according to the generational division, this is her uncle's generation!

She is gorgeous and has a cold personality, but she is very reliable!

As soon as she put on her coat and tied her hair, Shengsheng noticed that the willow leaf that Bai Ze threw for her was entangled on the bell.

The emerald green color and the pure white color interlaced, which looked pretty good. When tied in the hair, it would make a crisp bell sound, and the whole person looked energetic.

Guan Yuanbai came back with the second senior sister and the third senior brother.

"How do you feel?"

As soon as Jiang Qingjiu came in, he checked Shengsheng's physical condition first.

Shengsheng said energetically: "Second senior sister, third senior brother, don't worry, I'm fine. Where's my uncle?"

"My uncle has something to do and is still outside. He will be back later."