Chapter 44 Have you ever told your own fortune?

The moonlight shines through the vermilion carved wooden window, projecting onto the rice paper covering the desk, reflecting a bright glow.

The curtains of the wooden bed were hanging down.

Indistinctly, Lu Fan was sitting cross-legged on it.

With a thought, the system panel appeared.

Host: Lu Fan

Title: Qi Refiner (Permanent) Qi Refining Levels: 2 (Level 3 Progress: 100/1000) Soul Strength: 11 (Exchangeable: 2)

Physical strength: 1 (exchangeable: 1)

Aura: 92 strands

Renovation Reward: "Chuangxuan Refining Qi Chapter"

World rating: Wuhuang Continent [Low Martial Arts]

Authority: [Mission], [Preaching Platform], [Aura Distribution]

Branch authority: [Wanfa Baking Furnace (LV1)]

Spirit Tool: Spiritual Pressure Chessboard (Xuan-level lower grade)

Disposable attribute points: 10 Lu Fan's mouth curled up slightly. The gain of 10 attribute points was an unexpected surprise, which made him quite satisfied.

He stroked his chin, thinking and analyzing for a while.

Lu Fan divided up the 10 attribute points.

9 points of bonus to soul strength and 1 point of bonus to physique.

Lu Fan's soul strength has officially reached 20 points, and there are 11 points of soul strength left that can be exchanged.

Boom! As the attribute points are controlled, it is completed.

Lu Fan suddenly felt that his soul was baptized once again.

It was like a sudden enlightenment, making his eyes become extremely bright and brilliant in the darkness.

Every time the soul strength exceeds 10 points, there will be a noticeable improvement.

Lu Fan felt that his five senses and six consciousnesses had become clearer, and it seemed that he could even clearly perceive the flow of blood in his body.

The ability to control objects has become stronger. Originally, he could only control the direction of the wheelchair's rotation, but now, he may be able to control the wheelchair to move at a steady pace.

This is ascension.

Lu Fan's heart moved slightly. Perhaps, as the strength of his soul increased, it might reach the level of spiritual awareness as described by immortal cultivators.

A wisp of spiritual consciousness spans thousands of miles, and everything in the world is in the mind.

Recovering his mind, Lu Fan suppressed his emotions.

He was not carried away by joy. To transform the low-level martial arts continent into a fantasy world, it was not enough for him to just become stronger.

The mind moved and landed on the railing of the preaching platform.

Just as Lu Fan was about to immerse his mind in the preaching platform, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Look up and out the vermilion carved wooden window.

On the roof of Lu Mansion.

There was a man, holding a wine gourd, stepping on bricks and tiles, as light as a swallow, coming in elegantly.

His scholar robe fluttered, his chest was exposed, his hair was disheveled, and he was unrestrained in the wind.

Who is this guy? Lu Fan was a little confused.

He went on a killing spree in Beiluo City, causing panic among the people.

There are actually people who dare to break into Lu’s residence late at night.

Is it because he is so skilled and brave, or is it because he is not afraid of death?

…

Ning Zhao stood up from the roof, her white skirt fluttering and her eyes as picturesque as a painting.

In her hand, a cicada-wing sword appeared. The blade of the sword was almost transparent, and it flickered with an ice-crystal-like fluorescence under the moonlight.

"Who are you?"

"Breaking into the Lu residence late at night is a capital crime."

Ning Zhao's waist-length hair fluttered in the wind, and her cold words lingered in the night.

In the other courtyard.

Jing Yue put two fingers together and wiped them on the yellow pear wood sword case. A sword suddenly came out of the sheath with a "swish" and was held in his hand.

This was his first performance as Lu Fan's slave. Although he was helpless, but...

In order to leave a good impression on Lu Fan, he had to work hard in this debut.

On the eaves, Mo Tianyu walked gracefully with a bright moon disk on his head and stepping on the green tiles, without making any sound. His lightness skill was superb.

"A madman writes about the country with a single stroke of his pen, and a bronze hexagram laughs at the arrogant!"

"The chief disciple of Confucianism... Mo Tianyu!"

As one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, Jing Yue naturally had an extraordinary vision and recognized Mo Tianyu, who had disheveled hair, a gourd in his hand, and an open chest, holding a wine gourd.

As the gatekeeper of the Imperial Master's Library and the foremost disciple of Confucianism, he is quite famous among the various schools of thought.

On the roof.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine, which spilled out and a light laugh drifted out.

"Miss, I am sorry for coming to visit you so late at night, but I am here on the orders of the Imperial Master to visit your son. I hope you will see me."

Ning Zhao's eyes narrowed, with a hint of coldness flashing across them.

"Your Excellency, this is called trespassing, not visiting..."

"Retreat, or...die."

Ning Zhao's voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of waking Lu Fan up, so he lowered his voice.

Mo Tianyu took a sip of wine and continued laughing.

"I have calculated two fortunes, and both of them involved your young master, and there were mistakes. In order to find out the reason, today, I must calculate a fortune in front of your young master."

Mo Tianyu walked over on the green tiles, his scholarly robe fluttering in the wind.

There was arrogance and fearlessness in his tone.

Ning Zhao frowned slightly.

Below, Jing Yue tapped the yellow pear wood sword case behind him with his two fingers.

The remaining three swords also popped out.

"It is said that Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism, is known as a madman. He does not obey the heavens or the earth. He does not obey anyone except the Confucian master. After seeing him today... it is true that his reputation is well-deserved and his arrogance is boundless."

Jingyue Road.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly spun around, his legs kicked back, and he kicked the hilts of three long swords that popped out of the yellow pear wood sword case.

Suddenly, three swords shot out straight out.

Sword school, flying sword technique.

"I was wondering why the sword sect was defeated. It turns out that there is a rebel like you."

Mo Tianyu, with disheveled hair and holding a gourd, glanced at Jing Yue with disdain.

Took a sip of wine.

Spray into the wind.

The wine splashed and seemed to turn into a wine mist. Under the moonlight, it was like a dragon coming out of the world.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When it collided with the three flying swords, every drop of wine contained a tremendous force.

Jing Yue's sword was instantly knocked away and fell onto the roof.

"It's just a small path, boring."

Mo Tianyu smiled faintly.

In the small courtyard, Jing Yue's face twitched. He was indeed a ruthless person. The chief disciple of Confucianism... was really not someone he could compare to.

At this moment, Jing Yue felt an urge to turn around and run.

but……

Jing Yue suddenly felt a little sad again, because he found that his current identity did not allow him to turn around and run away freely.

The old days can never be returned.

However, he thought of Lu Fan's unpredictable power.

Suddenly, he felt full of confidence, brandished his sword, and rushed forward to kill by leaping over the eaves and walls.

On the roof.

Mo Tianyu crushed a brick with one foot and fell down from the roof.

The tip of her toes touched the tip of Jing Yue's sword, and actually forced Jing Yue to fall down, accompanied by Mo Tianyu's loud laughter, lingering in the dark night of the courtyard.

Above his head, circles of air were converging, like a surging rainbow.

Confucianism...the great spirit!

Boom! Mo Tianyu spoke fluently, his words falling like gold.

Jing Yue felt so deafened that he couldn't even hold the sword steadily.

Puff! Blood mist gushed out of Jing Yue's mouth, and his body flew into the air, fell to the ground, and retreated continuously.

The ground cracked with every step.

"If the seven heroes of the sword sect came out together, it would be enough. With you... you are still far from it."

The ground of the courtyard.

Mo Tianyu landed leisurely, raised the wine gourd, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine. The wine dripped down his chin onto his Confucian shirt, and a chuckle lingered.

On the roof.

Ning Zhao raised the Cicada Wing Sword and looked at Mo Tianyu with a serious look.

The Mo Tianyu in front of him alone was enough to overshadow the hundreds of Confucian scholars on Beiluo Lake at that time!

If she joins forces with Nie Zhangqing, she might still be able to fight Mo Tianyu.

However, for some reason, Nie Zhangqing did not make any such noise tonight.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao frowned and slowly relaxed.

She looked towards the room where Lu Fan was.

There, the tightly closed vermilion carved wooden door was suddenly pushed open by a huge force, with a loud bang.

Inside the house, there was an indifferent voice, coming out slowly.

"Who taught you to disturb my sweet dreams in the middle of the night..."

Lu Fan's words floated out from inside the house.

A strong wind suddenly blew from the dark house.

Mo Tianyu stood still, his scholarly robe began to rustle, and his disheveled hair also fluttered in the wind.

"Young Master Lu, I am Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism under the command of the National Master. The Master sent me to bring you to the capital."

"Also, I am very accurate in fortune-telling, but I have failed twice in a row with Young Master Lu..."

"Therefore, I would like to tell Young Master Lu's fortune for free."

Mo Tianyu held the wine gourd and squinted his eyes.

In the imperial capital, he was known as Mo Kuangren. He was skilled and courageous, and he was not afraid of anyone. Important officials with higher positions than Lu Changkong had all been kicked by him, and he even pointed at their noses and scolded them.

He came to visit today, which was considered polite to Lu Fan.

However, his words had just fallen.

Laughter was heard in the house.

"Is this the reason why you disturbed my sweet dreams in the middle of the night?"

"Have you ever had your fortune told before entering my courtyard?"

"Are you worthy of calculating my fate?"

Lu Fan's indifferent words came from inside the house.

Every word was accompanied by the crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board.

Three words and three pieces...

In the villa, the spiritual pressure suddenly rose steadily.

and……

Inside the house, the wind was howling. A huge translucent palm formed by light blue air currents appeared, with five fingers spread out and the middle finger overlapping the index finger, in the shape of a falling chess piece.

He nodded towards Mo Tianyu's head.

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