As soon as he said this, Xu Qian thought of the rule "Those who spy on the secrets of heaven will be bound by the secrets of heaven" and decisively shut up.

"Mother-in-law, what did you see?"

Lina asked instinctively, and immediately remembered the rules of the Tian Gu Department: don't tell if you see through!

The prophets of the Celestial Gu Department have always followed this rule.

Lina still found out about the consequences of revealing the secret, and everyone in the clan went to the prophet's house for dinner.

Everyone focused their attention on Granny Tian Gu, focused on her face, and started their own interpretations:

Grandma Tian Gu is looking at the south, and the future she foresees is related to southern Xinjiang and the Gu God.

Her solemn expression was more confused and dazed, which showed that she herself had not interpreted the foreseeable future.

Grandma Tiangu's complexion is not too bad, at least it's not a bad thing. Hey, if you look carefully, her facial features are very beautiful. She must have been a top-notch beauty when she was young.

While everyone was thinking, Grandma Tian Gu gradually calmed down, leaning on a walking stick, she said in a kind tone:

"I just saw some puzzling future. I can't go into the details. I can't tell whether it's good or bad at the moment. But don't worry, it's not a direct or terrible disaster."

Hearing this, the extraordinary powerful men in the palace suddenly nodded, this was almost as they expected.

Two results were drawn from this meeting: Promotion to the Martial God may require luck; Ke Dao knows how to promote to the Martial God!

The next goal is very clear, wait for Zhao Shou to advance to the second level, and help the carving knife touch the seal.

Huaiqing concluded:

"The Gu tribe cannot delay their northward migration. After several leaders returned to southern Xinjiang, they immediately gathered their tribesmen to go north. Yongzhouguan City is a little reluctant to accommodate the seven tribes of the Gu tribe, so you need to expand by yourself. After the autumn harvest, winter begins, and food, grass, cotton clothes, etc.

The materials will be provided by the imperial court."

Long Tu must have food and accommodation included, so he is very happy.

She looked at the other extraordinary experts and said in a deep voice:

"Practice individually to cope with the catastrophe..."

After the meeting, Lina took her father Long Tu to see her brother Mo Sang. Mo Sang is now a member of the Forbidden Army and is responsible for the security of the south gate of the palace.

Like Miao Youfang, they are all close confidants of the empress.

Approaching the south gate, Long Tu saw from a distance his son, whom he had not seen for half a year, wearing a suit of armor and patrolling back and forth at the top of the city.

"Mossan!"

Long Tu called his son in a loud voice.

The sound was rolling like thunder.

The Imperial Guards at the head of the city were startled. They subconsciously held down the hilt of their swords and looked left and right to find the source of the sound.

Mo Sang jumped down from the top of the city and ran over bravely. Before anyone could get close, the voice came first:

"Dad, this is the palace, you can't shout, you can't shout."

Lina nodded vigorously:

"Dad, I think you are embarrassed."

Long Tu's eyes widened and he slapped Mo Sang to the ground with his big palm-like hand, shattering the green bricks.

"Don't fight, don't fight." Mo Sang begged for mercy again and again, and said in frustration:

"Dad, I am now a member of the Imperial Army. There are so many subordinates watching. Please save some face for me."

"Why save face!" Long Tu glared and said in a low voice:

"I will beat you in front of your tribe, what's the problem?"

"No problem, no problem." Mo Sang followed the good example and muttered in his heart: Dad is such a rough patch.

Long Tu glanced at the Imperial Guards who were paying close attention to the movement in the distance, smiling and pointing, his expression softened slightly, and he said:

"How big an official is Baihu?"

Mo Sang suddenly became energetic and showed off:

"One hundred households are the sixth rank, commanding one hundred and twenty soldiers. It is hereditary. Dad, do you know what hereditary is? Even if I die, you can inherit it. No, no, if I die, my son can inherit it.

"When I go out now, ordinary people have to call me "Master" or "Sir" when they see me.

"The senior officials in the imperial court must be respectful when they see me. I am a person who has shed blood for Da Feng, and I am also a direct line of His Majesty. No one dares to offend me."

He held his chest high and raised his head, his face full of pride.

The expression and posture were like a promising son showing off to his father, expecting to be praised.

But Long Tu just hummed:

"Whenever you can no longer survive, remember to come back to farm and hunt."

After saying that, he turned around and left with his precious daughter Lina.

Mo Sang curled his lips, turned around and shouted at the imperial guards:

"What are you looking at? A bunch of bastards."

After walking a certain distance, Long Tu stopped and looked back at the vague outline of the south gate, silently.

Lina took a careful glance at her father and saw the rare tenderness and relief in this rough and reckless man's eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon and the mood of autumn was dry.

In a certain railing in the inner city, Song Tingfeng, who was wearing a silver gong uniform, was holding a wine bottle in his hand and tapping the railing with one hand, echoing the music coming from the stage on the first floor.

Zhu Guangxiao was as dull as ever, minding his own business drinking and eating food, and occasionally groping around the beauties waiting around him.

Opposite him was Xu Yuanhuai, who had the same cold expression, like an ice cube. Xu Yuanhuai's temperament was too cold, and the woman serving him was a little reserved.

"Beauty, don't be so restrained!" Song Tingfeng came back to his senses, hugged his "waiter" and said with a smile:

"When you enter the room and get on the bed later, you will know how crazy he is."

Xu Yuanhuai had long been accustomed to Song Tingfeng's temperament and continued to drink without any expression.

Song Tingfeng shook his head and sighed:

"Boring!

"Two stuffy jars! It's better when Ning Yan is here. It's been a long time since I've competed with him on marksmanship. Yuan Huai, you're nothing like him."

Xu Yuanhuai still ignored him.

Song Tingfeng said again:

"You have reached the age where you should marry a wife. Has your family found a matchmaker for you?"

Xu Yuanhuai shook his head:

"There is enough chaos at home. My mother is worried about fights between her sisters-in-law every day. I don't want to marry another daughter-in-law and cause trouble for her. I'll wait for a few years."

And it’s pretty good now.

Xu Yuanhuai put down his wine glass, picked up the woman beside him, and entered the back room.

Song Tingfeng squinted his eyes, slightly tipsy, and continued listening to the music.

Peaceful and prosperous times, very good

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the third day of September, there was frost and dew.

I can't help but want to write a diary again. For me, my friends, and the people of the Central Plains, this is probably the last calm before the storm.

When the great catastrophe comes, all living beings will be devastated, and all living beings in Kyushu will be sacrificed and become super sacrifices to replace the way of heaven.

But before that, I can use my pen to record every bit of information about them. Well, I made myself a charcoal pen, which can improve my writing speed. Unfortunately, even with a charcoal pen,

My handwriting is still ugly.

The migration of the Gu tribe has been completed. They are temporarily living in the market town of Guan City. They have food and supplies provided by the imperial court, including food and accommodation. They are very peaceful. The only drawback is that the people of the Ligu tribe are too eatable.

Well, during this inspection of the Gu clan, I had several in-depth exchanges with Luan Yu. She offered to be my concubine and follow me back to the capital.

What a stupid woman. Wouldn't it be nice to be the boss of the Love Gu Department? There are vixens, Luo Yuheng, empresses, and Feiyan heroines in the capital. The water is too deep for her to grasp.

She just needs to hold on to the future."

"It is the fifth day of September in the first year of Huaiqing.

The fate of the northern border was plundered by the Witch God, and the two tribes of demons and barbarians were wiped out. The remaining tribes entered Chuzhou and became part of Dafeng.

The nine-tailed fox should have already sailed away with the descendants of gods and demons, all matters have been dealt with, and they are just waiting for the catastrophe to come.

Lingyin has been promoted to the seventh level. Longtu entrusted me to take her to the southern border to absorb the power of the Gu God's blood. This qualification is too terrifying. Give her another ten years and she won't be able to do anything without me, a half-step Martial God.

Apart from me, the one with the best talent in the Xu family is Ling Yin, followed by Ling Yue.

A few days ago, Lingyue officially became a monk, worshiped at Lingbao Temple, and became the direct disciple of Banyue Zhenren. Lingyue has extremely high talent for cultivation, and worshiping at Lingbao Temple is a good choice. It is better than getting married, having children, and being a boudoir.

The young lady here is nice.

Because of this incident, her aunt almost threw herself into a well to force Lingyue to change her mind, but she failed.
To be continued...