An Qingli smiled and said: "Of course I know this. The anecdotes and strange records in the Zongmen Library are not for nothing. Luck is all relative. Look, tens of thousands of years ago, those powerful people were more than a thousand years old.
If you can ascend, that is great luck. Now, those who are more than a thousand years old are probably still Nascent Souls."
Xiao Jintan sighed: "The luck of the entire Bianlan Realm is declining, and the overall luck of the monks in it is also declining."
The little Pegasus interjected: "No, one generation is not as good as the other. My ancestors said that tens of thousands of years ago, there were many monks of the Five Purple Purples. But not long ago, at the black market auction, the strongest ones were found.
It’s only close to the Four Purples, it’s really worse from generation to generation.”
"Is there anyone with better luck than Qingli?" Xiao Lingxi was curious, "Who is it?"
Little Pegasus did not hide anything: "He is also from your Tianyun Sect. He looks like a farmer. He has a silly face and thick fingers, but his luck is amazing."
An Qingli raised his eyebrows: "Yue Hongyun?"
The little Pegasus nodded: "It's called this name, and your luck is just like its name."
An Qingli sighed, no wonder he left his undistinguished fiancée An Qingli behind in his previous life and married the daughter-in-law of the Ji family. It turned out that Yue Hongyun's great luck also included great luck in love.
Xiao Jintan suddenly thought of the immortal tree, and said again: "You should really let Xiao Ma go take a look at Qin Wuyue to see what kind of luck she has."
An Qingli also said "Yeah".
The little Pegasus asked: "What kind of strange person is that?"
"My background is not good, my spiritual power is average, but I got the Sacred Tree of Immortality. I was robbed twice, but I escaped from death both times. I really escaped from death, no exaggeration."
Little Ma'er thought: "Black, white, blue, red, purple, five colors of luck. At least she has blue luck, maybe she has light red luck."
Xiao Jintan was a little surprised: "How to say?"
"Those who have bad luck cannot keep the good things they have gained." Little Pegasus said plausibly, "If you are still alive and the sacred tree is still in your hand, that is good luck."
An Qingli thinks it makes sense.
But Xiao Lingxi exclaimed: "Then little horse, what do you mean, if Qingli's luck declines, it won't be able to protect what it has gained, and something will be lost?"
The little Pegasus shook the braid tied with flowers on the back of his head and said proudly: "Isn't this normal? There are gains and losses, and it is inevitable that there will be gains and losses."
An Qingli thought about settling down in Luofeng City. When his luck was strong, he would have two great vehicles. When his luck was weak, he would only have one low-grade spirit treasure to support the scene. All the good things from the heyday were given away.
However, no matter how valuable things are given away, the family heritage is finally preserved.
Xiao Lingxi looked serious: "It's better to have strong luck. If your luck is weak, good things will be robbed."
Xiao Jintan said proudly: "That's why Qingli has always cherished his own luck. Look at how lucky Jiang Yiyun, the only biological son of Ancestor Dujie, is. It's really sad that he has ruined his own luck every time."
"And that Mengdie." Xiao Lingxi added.
"Who is Meng Die?" Little Pegasus is not good at remembering people's names.
"The one with the butterflies embroidered on the shoes."
"Oh, she." Little Pegasus suddenly remembered, "She also has purple luck, but her luck goes downwards. Do you know what it feels like when your luck goes downwards? It's like a ball of fire, gradually changing into
She has become weak, and the luck of those around her has also declined. What happened to her, and what sin did she commit?"
"She has a Ghostly Resentful Butterfly." Several little guys discussed it enthusiastically.
"Ghost Resentment Butterfly?" Little Phoenix, who had regained consciousness, also joined the discussion, "There is this little thing in the Phoenix family's inherited memory. The Ghost Resentment Butterfly grows in the underworld and feeds on resentment. It will increase the resentment of others and suck it away.
The people around you are lucky.”
"Hey, are you still trying to steal your luck?" Little Pegasus couldn't bear it.
"It's not an obvious attempt to seize luck." Little Phoenix said, "It's the kind of seizing of luck that only becomes harmful over time. And the Ghost Resentment Butterfly's innate ability to seize luck is the innate ability of the Ghost Resentment Butterfly.
Just like a flower, it can emit its fragrance by itself, and it doesn’t need to do anything deliberately.”
Xiao Lingxi lamented: "Then the Meng family is miserable. This Meng Die unknowingly harms the people around him. Isn't he born to collect debts from the Meng family?"
Little Phoenix said: "Maybe. However, the Ghost Resentment Butterfly absorbs luck mostly to replenish the lost luck of the contract owner. In other words, the Ghost Resentment Butterfly reduces the contract owner's luck, and absorbs the luck from others to compensate for the contract owner's loss.
Lord, generally keep the destiny of the Lord unchanged."
Xiao Lingxi was curious: "How come Mengdie's luck is still going down?"
Xiao Jintan snorted: "Idiot. I don't remember the family murder case in Wuyang City. The ghost blames the butterfly for committing evil, and the cause and effect will increase. Mengdie's luck will definitely be reduced."
"What will Meng Die look like in the end?"
According to the inherited memory, Little Phoenix said: "The whole body will turn into a pupa and become the nourishment of the Ghost Resentful Butterfly. Then the Ghost Resentful Butterfly will go to find the next contract owner."
"Ah, will this happen again?" This is the first time Xiao Lingxi has heard of it.
Little Phoenix said: "Many of those who form a contract with the Ghost Resentful Butterfly will die violently. The Ghost Resentful Butterfly rarely appears in the Bianlan Realm. It is normal for the monks here not to know the final outcome."
Xiao Jintan was speechless: "After all, Meng Die came from another world. First he encountered misfortune when he went out, and then he formed a contract with this ghostly resentful butterfly. What kind of great luck can you think of it?"
Little Phoenix said: "Before it became nourishment, the Ghost Resentful Butterfly could wholeheartedly help the contract owner to fight the enemy, and it could also speed up the contract owner's cultivation. This is not a sign of the contract owner's great luck."
High in the sky, the scenery is monotonous, and looking down, it is also completely white.
But the few little guys were chatting lively.
An Qingli occasionally expressed his opinions.
"Almost there."
Ancestor Qi Min suddenly made a sound, stepped down, and threw An Qingli out of his sleeve.
An Qingli stood beside the ancestor. Looking down, he saw several golden monasteries hidden among the lush green trees.
gold?
Little Jin Tan’s favorite color is gold.
Xiao Jintan quit the hot chat, and his golden spirit went to An Qingli's palace, lay down in An Qingli's palace, and looked down hurriedly.
On the winding mountain road, someone clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, then knelt down and pressed his whole body to the ground.
An Qingli and others quickly passed by him, but the man didn't notice at all. He stood up again, clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, and then pressed his whole body to the ground.
The sound of bells came from a distance, and then the sound of chanting was faintly heard.
In the green forest, there is a small, half-covered temple. Only a corner of the temple is exposed. Two young monks carrying water, one behind the other, winding up the moss path.
There is sandalwood.
People who have lived here all year round may not feel it, but An Qingli and Ji Xiaopeng, two newcomers, can smell it.
Patriarch Qi Min took An Qingli and landed at the gate of the temple.