Yan Hui smiled gently, reached out and pressed his temples to relieve fatigue.
"Father——" Yan Buhuan quickly went over to massage his shoulders.
Yan Hui waved his hand: "Father, there is nothing wrong, but Xuanyuan Mu may be in a bit of trouble."
"Can't you find a solution?" She never thought that Xuanyuan Mu would die. Maybe she felt that some people were too lucky to die no matter what.
In fact she was only half right.
"We have found a solution, but it is very difficult to implement." Yan Hui said tiredly.
Yan Buhuan's eyes lit up: "What do you mean?"
"The book says that it requires a soul sacrifice before it can be done!"
"..." Yan Buhuan was stunned for a long time: "I don't understand."
"The explanation is that either Xuanyuan Mu disappears and leaves Jiao Li behind, or Jiao Li disappears and leaves Xuanyuan Mu behind. It is impossible for the two of them to exist at the same time."
For a while...
"Hehehe..." Yan Buhuan laughed, his face full of sarcasm: "Father, you are so old, you actually believe this kind of thing? Not to mention whether there are people who can predict the future in this world, even if there are, it has been so bad in the past
After so many years, aren’t there any changes? Look at this book cover, it’s brand new, what if some boring person wrote it to fool people?”
Yan Hui knew that his daughter had never believed in ghosts and gods, and neither did he.
"I was just like you in the beginning," Yan replied.
Yan Buhuan stopped his disdainful criticism and looked at Yan Hui quietly, listening to him continue.
"This book was left behind by our ancestors in Penglai Mountain. When my uncle passed it to me, he warned me repeatedly that if there is no big deal, don't read it casually." After saying this, Yan Hui sighed deeply and opened the book.
The page I just opened.
Yan Buhuan subconsciously stretched his head over. When he saw the content above, his blood froze.
——Nichen Changping was caught in a heavy rain in midsummer.
Because he has always followed the instructions of his ancestors, Yan Hui has never read it casually. This is the first time he has read it.
Yan Buhuan didn't know what to say. She didn't have enough reason to criticize these words, because it was midsummer not long after King Changping died, and there was indeed a heavy rain that day.
"How is it possible...how can there be such a person in the world?" Yan Buhuan didn't know what to say. If there really is a prophet, then...then what is the origin of this person?
"The person who wrote this book was named Pei Yuan. He died after writing this wonderful book. In order to commemorate the morality he left for future generations, the disciples of Penglai Mountain must bow to the west every time the maple leaves mature.
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"But how did he know..." How did he know what happened?
"I don't know the specific father. I only know that Pei Yuan is a great fortune teller. Yesterday, your master and I looked through the previous books and found that there is such a precedent."
"What? This has happened before?"
Yan Hui nodded and spoke eloquently: "More than two hundred years ago, there was a man named Yan Xiaoqing. He was in the same situation as Jiao Li. Later, he sacrificed his soul and Yan Xiaoqing was able to live again. So,
Your master has been wondering during this time whether there is a way to get the best of both worlds - unfortunately, we have searched through all the classics and can't find any."
Yan Buhuan also knew that ordinary medicine could no longer solve problems like Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li.
Is it really like what the father said, to give up one of them?
