Chapter two hundred and eighty nine water droplets
"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship." Qin Yuxi looked at the eight majestic and profound words on the ground, and thought of Bai Cangdong's heroic spirit in sweeping through the eight wastelands with one sword at the banquet today, and her body trembled slightly. Suddenly, his expression became complicated.
When they first met, Qin Yuxi only thought that Bai Cangdong was a person with poor talent. He was so terrible at practicing the light flying technique, and his only advantage was his persistence.
In Xinglun Spring, Qin Yuxi saw Bai Candong's various methods again. He was brave and strategic, and his cultivation and intelligence were not inferior to any real person in the world.
A song "Peacock", even the spirit of light in the spring comes to cast.
But today at the banquet, Qin Yuxi saw Bai Cangdong's domineering side again.
"With the sword in my hand, I am invincible. I advance without retreating. I never know whether to defend or attack." Such a fierce and domineering person is really frightening, but it is also convincing.
Now that Qin Yuxi heard this emotionally delicate song again, Qin Yuxi felt that the impression Bai Cangdong left in her mind had been overturned for once, and she could not understand more and more what kind of person Bai Cangdong was. people.
When she looked up, she saw that Bai Candong's figure had disappeared into the red mist. Qin Yuxi bit her lips lightly, lowered her head and looked at the eight words left by Bai Candong, and then looked up after a long time. Summoned the Dong Xuan Shu.
Qin Yuxi once again used the Dongxuan Book to predict Bai Candong's fate, but instead of predicting what would happen in a few hours and days, she predicted whether Bai Candong would have a chance to become a saint.
However, the result was the same as Qin Yuxi had predicted before. The Dongxuan Book did not show that Bai Candong had any chance of becoming a saint. The opened Dongxuan Book was blank, which meant that Bai Candong had almost no chance of becoming a saint. possibility.
Although Dong Xuan Shu cannot make absolutely accurate predictions, it can predict the direction of destiny. Generally, real people with deep foundations have some chance of becoming a saint. It's just a matter of the probability.
If the probability is too low, less than 10%, the Dongxuan Book will show nothing, which means that it is basically impossible for this person to become a saint.
Qin Yuxi made the same prediction for Wang Si, Zhou Qianyan, Xue Lihai and Xue Michen. There were also some real people who could catch her eye who also made the same prediction.
Among them, Wang Si has the highest probability. Dong Xuan Shu predicts that he has a 40% chance of becoming a saint.
The second place is Xue Lihai, with more than 30%, Zhou Qianyan is less than 30%, and Xue Michen is the lowest, with only 20%, the probability is twice as low as Wang Si.
But there are still some strange things about Xue Michen. Qin Yuxi's chance of predicting Xue Michen alone is only 20%, and the chance of predicting the blood of the gods around Xue Michen alone is only 20%. However, Qin Yuxi once had a whim. , predicting the blood of Michen and the blood of the gods together, the chance of becoming a saint is as high as 50%, which is really shocking.
The 50% chance of becoming a saint is a uniquely high probability among the real people chosen by saints in the past. In fact, among the real people chosen by many saints in the past, the best one is like Wang Si, who has a 40% chance. The possibility of sanctification.
Of course, the 40 to 50 percent here is just a possibility or potential, but if you really want to become a saint, and because there are too many external factors, this chance will be greatly reduced.
At least so far, the saints who came out of the mysterious cave have chosen so many real people, but none of them have become saints.
Even so, a high probability is always a good thing, proving that there is still a possibility. If the probability is so low that there is no possibility, then there is no hope.
According to Dong Xuan Shu's predictions, Bai Candong is the kind of person who doesn't even have hope.
"Does such a person really have no chance at all?" Qin Yuxi found it hard to believe that from what she saw, Bai Cangdong didn't even have a chance to be promoted to a saint.
However, the Qin family's Dongxuan Book never failed, and Qin Yuxi had to believe in the Dongxuan Book's predictions.
Qin Yuxi looked at the eight characters on the ground for a while, then wiped them away with her hand, and left Phantom Spring with a sigh.
After Bai Candong returned to the practice room, he felt that something was wrong. He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly his face changed and he looked at his hands.
I saw a drop of water on the back of his left hand, like raindrops hitting the back of his hand.
This drop of water fell on the back of Bai Cangdong's hand while he was talking to Qin Yuxi. Bai Cangdong didn't even notice it. There was red mist everywhere. The red mist was like water droplets condensed by divine light.
It's also very common for him.
But now when Bai Cangdong looked at the water drop again, he felt that the water drop was completely different from the red mist. Although both were transformed by divine light, the water drop was clear and crystal clear, without a trace of redness, just like a drop of tear, quietly stained
On the back of Bai Candong's hand.
Bai Cangdong's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he almost didn't dare to touch the drop of water with his hand: "This... this can't be... the spirit of light in the Phantom Spring, right?"
The more Bai Candong thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Although he did not deliberately use oracle power in his song, he could not help but use some oracle power when singing. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Bai Candong's own voice to sound
With the feeling of singing the original song, the spirit of light was probably moved by his singing.
And if this spirit of light is in the form of a drop of water, it can explain why so many people in the Xue family have been unable to find it for so many years.
This drop of water is still transformed by divine light, and it looks no different from the water in the spring pool. No matter how you reach the sky, it is impossible to find a drop of water from that pool of spring water, as long as it is in the spring pool.
, it is integrated with the spring water, and no one can find it.
The more Bai Candong thought about it, the more likely he felt that it was very possible. He was still thinking about what the spirit of light looked like and what kind of song he should use to impress it. If he didn't know what it looked like, it would be difficult to come up with a matching song.
poem. But I didn’t expect that just an unintentional song would have brought out the spirit of light. If the Xue family knew this result, I am afraid that the dead Xue family members would be so angry that they would crawl out of the coffin to fight for him.
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Of course, this is just Bai Candong's guess. He is not yet sure that this drop of water is the Spirit of Light, because this drop of water is so ordinary. It is no different from an ordinary drop of Spring of Light water. It is completely different from the peacock and spirit spirit at that time.
Snake spirituality.
"But if it wasn't the spirit of light, how could it happen to fall on the back of my hand?" Bai Cangdong slowly stretched his hand towards the water droplets on the back of his hand, his nervous heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.
A short second, but to Bai Cangdong, it seemed like a century had passed. His fingers finally pressed on the water droplets.