Everyone has his own destiny, which is determined by heaven. Predicting the future is much more dangerous than calculating what has already happened, and it will also consume more spiritual energy. The art of divination is difficult to comprehend, but Shi Jing has calculated many secrets in the past five hundred years, so his words are particularly convincing.
Yin Ruoxu's forehead was covered with cold sweat and he said, "Who is he? As long as he hasn't woken up yet, we can kill him and unite with the hundreds of immortal sects to seal him. It will be in time."
Shi Jing nodded: "Let me deduce it."
He moved his fingers together and then formed a cross in front of his chest.
"Sacrifice your soul, watch the sky, and be spiritual!"
The next second, a strange soft light began to emerge from the magic circle, like dots of fireflies, and then spiritual energy overflowed.
All the light is poured into the mirror.
The Nine Profound Universe Mirror began to tremble violently, and the light in the mirror was radiant, so bright that it was blinding.
After half an incense stick of time, the white light suddenly went out and shot into Shi Jing's brows.
He waved his whisk again, and everything calmed down.
However, there was nothing in the mirror.
"There's no way to get rid of this evil species!" Yin Ruoxu was shocked.
"It is better to kill by mistake than to let one go. Otherwise, once the evil spirit awakens, it will burn out all its resentment before it ends. By then, it will be hell on earth, and all life will be destroyed."
Shi Jing spoke freely and politely, but it seemed that every word he uttered had been carefully considered, and every sentence was as sharp as a knife, leaving no room for doubt.
As if he thought of something, he cast a spell again. This time, a nine-tailed fox appeared in the mirror. It was black one second and turned white the next, changing continuously.
"Master Siming, what does this mean?"
Shi Jing closed his eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and said, "With the Nine-Tailed Fox's birth, the world will be at peace. Although we cannot predict the evil spirits, we can find its nemesis by doing the opposite. The most urgent task is to find the Nine-Tailed Fox."
"good."
On the second day, just as the sky turned pale, laughter and joyful chatter could be heard from outside the bamboo courtyard, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Hurry up, it's very lively on Erzhu Peak."
"Today is the first birthday of the headmaster's son Yin Ci, so we have to celebrate it well!"
One person lowered his voice and said, "Hey, I heard that the waste seemed to be today..."
"Why do you care what he does? I haven't seen him celebrate his birthday in the two years since I came to this mountain. Forget it. I have to go grab the red envelope of 500 spirit stones."
"Why are you in such a hurry? The headmaster said that everyone who sees it will get a share, and you will definitely get one."
The sound gradually faded away.
Jiang Niannian sat up, looked at her baby who was still sleeping beside her, tucked the quilt in for him and got out of bed.
I originally wanted to say "Happy Birthday" to him, but since he hasn't woken up yet, I'll let him sleep a little longer. It will be the same if he finishes his work early and comes back to say it later.
Thinking of this, Jiang Niannian put on her coat and hurried out the door.
But she didn't notice.
Xiao Yinli behind him trembled her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.
He looked at Jiang Niannian's leaving back, his eyes becoming colder and colder.
Is she going to that person's birthday party too?
Did she forget that today is also her birthday?
The image of her smiling face emerged in Yin Li's mind.
fraud……
His eyes were dim and his fists were clenched tightly, with white knuckles.
His heart, which had just begun to heal, was torn apart again, bleeding and covered with scars.
He remembered what his mother had said to him before she passed away: "Xiao Li'er, remember, don't believe what women say. The more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy she is."
Yes, he would not give her the chance to hurt herself again.
They are all fake.
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The territory of Rimu is vast and the population is complex. The monks inside are divided into eighteen branches according to the mountains where they live. Except for these eighteen peaks, all other peaks are wild areas, such as the back mountain where Yin Li lives.
Except for Erzhu Peak where the head of the sect lived, the others led their own disciples to occupy one peak each. Among the many cultivators, four stood out, with higher reputation and strength than the others, and were called the "Four Gentlemen of Dusk" by the world.
They are Qinghe Zhenjun Wen Shili, Nanhua Zhenjun Ji Yufeng, Siming Daojun Shi Jing and Fuhua Shengjun Shen Yu.
The four have unparalleled prowess in martial arts, weapons, vegetables, and medicine, each with their own strengths.
When Jiang Niannian read books, she called them "Higurashi F4".
Shen Yu was a man of superb medical skills, but he had a very strange temper. On weekdays, he either went down the mountain to save people or locked himself in the Medicine King Pavilion and never came out.
With such a big event today, the Four Gentlemen will definitely be present.
She remembered that it was with the help of Saint Fuhua that the heroine Tang Murou was able to restore Yin Li's spiritual roots. If possible, she would find Saint Fuhua and make him agree to save her cub no matter what method she used.
She didn't have a sword, so she couldn't fly and could only walk.
To go to Mount Erzhu, you have to go down from the back mountain first and then walk up along the three thousand steps.
Jiang Niannian climbed the stairs of the mountain path one by one, stopping and walking along the way. Two hours later, she finally arrived.
It was noon and the banquet was in full swing.
Everywhere was extravagant and luxurious. Famous people from hundreds of immortal sects came to congratulate. The sky was picturesque and there were joyful laughter everywhere.
The dancers were dancing to the melodious tune, gracefully and charmingly. The guests sitting below exchanged glances and occasionally talked to each other in a peaceful atmosphere.
In front of Qilin Palace, the headmaster and the saint were sitting in the main seats, with the saint holding a baby in her arms.
The baby was wearing a soft silk dress made of natural silk and jade. It took ten of the best embroiderers twenty days to embroider it. It was inlaid with twelve absolutely beautiful rubies and sparkled in the sunlight, looking extremely luxurious.
That baby was Yin Ci.
A beautiful lady held a wine glass and toasted Yin Ruoxu from a distance, saying: "The swallows in front of Wang Xie's hall in the past are not as good as Yin Xian's children."
"Okay!" Yin Ruoxu slapped his thigh and then laughed.
Jiang Niannian felt sad and her eyes turned red when she thought of her child who was now all alone in the dilapidated bamboo courtyard.
"Hey, little girl, you haven't received your red envelope yet? Here, I'm giving it to you. Keep it well. Today is a happy day." An old maid looked at Jiang Niannian's moist eyes and thought she was sad because she didn't receive a red envelope, so she took a red envelope from a full basket beside her and handed it to her.
"Thank you." Jiang Niannian took it. She really needed this spirit stone now.
She found a seat and sat down. She looked around and became worried. With so many people around, who could she think was the Holy Lord Fuhua?