I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

The Taoist who was asked this question gradually turned away, as if thinking back.

For a long time, he said leisurely: "Poor Dao Yuanshi."

Zhang Xuansheng felt that he had experienced too much shock today, and he was a little numb at this time.

Yuanshi?Was it the Yuanshi Tianzun who pioneered the world in the mythology he saw in his previous life?

But shouldn't he be a genius of swordsman who was born in Jiuxiao Continent?

Zhang Xuansheng carefully observed Yuanshi Taoist again, but found that the other party did not have a sword, and he did not seem to have the temperament of sword repair.

After reaching a certain level of kendo, there is indeed a saying that there is no sword in the hand and the sword in the heart, but that is just a transitional state.

A truly powerful sword repairer has a sword in his hand but no sword, and there is still a big difference in strength.

He doesn't know what a higher level is for the time being, but he wants to come to Yuanshi Taoist to not be completely without the feeling of sword repair.

As if he could see through the hearts of the people, Yuanshi Taoist explained: "Pan Dao is not the kind of fictional character you think. It may be that the legend of Pang Dao spread to the ten thousand realms and derived myths. The young man in Jiuxiao is nothing but It's a poor three-life body."

Zhang Xuansheng seemed to understand a little, confirming: "Hong Chen refines the heart?"

This is what he heard from the Five Elements Taoist.

"It probably means that."

Taoist Yuanshi nodded and said.

Zhang Xuansheng was about to continue to ask, but suddenly he noticed a factor he just ignored, that is, the Taoist Yuanshi seemed to be able to see through his inner thoughts, and the other party just mentioned "the kind of fictional character you think".

This means that the other party may have seen through the identity of his traverser, but the other party's calm attitude seems to be completely unsurprised, making him feel confused.

"It's not that it's poor manners, this is the Tao that I'm deducing right now. Listening to the sound of everything, with your luck, if you really don't want the poor Tao to see your heart, the poor Tao will not be able to hear it."

Taoist Yuanshi smiled and said, meaning to make Zhang Xuansheng not angry.

"Did you bring us here?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked the biggest doubt in his heart. The other party seemed to know everything. The cultivation method used to reach the sky. Could it be that Yuanshi Taoist made the crossing of himself and others?

Unexpectedly, the Taoist Yuanshi shook his head and said, "This is not the work of a poor Dao. I can count the reasons for your coming here, but I can't tell you now."

Zhang Xuansheng is a little depressed, these people can't speak well, they always have to play dumb riddles.

"So why didn't Seniors help Jiuxiao? Maybe Seniors weren't born in Jiuxiao, but when Hong Chen refines his heart, he has a lot of incense, right?"

Zhang Xuansheng questioned.

The Taoist Yuanshi sighed and said: "Pan Dao is not really invincible as you imagined. It was dragged back then. Even now, it is not the deity of the poor Dao who is talking to you."

"Hold it? Are other powerful creatures in that weird world fighting against Senior?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked, curious about the unknown realm of the strong.

"Weird world? Do you call them that way? Haha, it's quite appropriate." Yuanshi Taoist laughed, and then continued: "You don't need to know the situation on my side, you just need to focus on what is in front of you. That's it."

Zhang Xuansheng fell silent. The other party thought that his strength was low, and looking at the meaning of Yuanshi Taoist's words, the strange world should have a more formal name, perhaps related to its original origin.

"My time is running out, I can answer your last question."

Taoist Yuanshi raised his head, moved his fingers slightly, and then said.

Zhang Xuansheng thought for a while, and stopped asking others out of curiosity. He only asked what is most urgent at present, which he needs to confirm with certainty: "About this great catastrophe, how should Nine Heavens World survive?"

The Taoist Yuanshi picked up the teacup, drank the tea, spit out a sigh of relief, and said: "You don't have a certain number in your heart, just do what you want. Your luck has always been good and you will succeed."

After all, the white breath that Taoist Yuanshi exhaled became more and more swelling, and he gradually turned into the ethereal and disappeared.

What kind of answer does Zhang Xuansheng think this is?He thought there would be a better solution.

"Don't take a sip? This tea is very good."

This is the last sound echoing in the air.

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the tea cup in his hand. It was clear that a long time had passed since the conversation, but the tea in it was still not cold, and strangely maintained the most suitable temperature for drinking.

He raised his hand and drank the tea in it directly, it didn't seem like he was tasting tea at all.

Without him, just chatting for a while, thirsty.

After drinking the tea, he seemed to feel a lot clearer, and all the depression and irritability in his heart were swept away.

And it seems that he feels that his aptitude has been changed, but he can't confirm it now.

Zhang Xuansheng raised his head, looked at the dome of the wooden house, and murmured: "The supreme taboo exists? Isn't he just an old man who loves to play a game."

………………

In the Nine Heavens World, two and nine months have passed since Zhang Xuansheng's retreat.

The intrusion of weird laws is more and more rapid, from mortals to those monks in the Qi-inducing and Spirit-gathering realm.

Recently, there has been a phenomenon that the cultivators of the gods are beginning to be corroded.

The entire continent was lifeless, and many monks were in panic all day long. Some people seemed to have accepted their fate, waiting for the reward of the final disaster.

Some Tianjiao refused to admit defeat, and worked hard to improve their cultivation in the final period.

This point is the same even for Mo Mengwang in the upper realm.

After he broke through to the fairyland, he found that some bloodline powers in his body were gradually awakening. With the insights from Jiuxiao OL, his realm improved can be described as rapid.

At this time, he was standing on a mountain top of the Heavenly Snake Dynasty, his expression was rare and serious, and his eyes were a little worried.

A few years have passed, and he is no longer the boy who loves to be a dog licking on the fairy net. He has become a game coach respected by many gods.

The strength in reality has also reached the Immortal Venerable Realm. This kind of achievement was something his father could not even imagine before.

However, he was not very happy, but missed the days when he chatted with his junior brother in the door of the gods, and studied the kind of ingredients that would be more delicious.

I have nothing to do on Quxian.com, with a rhythm, and a group of people.

That kind of life is boring, but there are no worries.

He knew that the world of Nine Heavens was about to have a great calamity, and he had visited several major forces, and wanted to ask the other party's fairy king to help the lower realm.

But they were all rejected. Although he is very important for many forces to train talents, but as the saying goes, the church apprentice, the master starved to death.

Today, his role is no longer as obvious as it was in the past, everyone just gave him a bit of face, maybe some copies of wasteland can still be used for him.

"Paige, here you are."

Mo Shangxiang said indifferently.

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