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Chapter 189

Chapter 189

At the age of sixteen, he became a Xuanling Master.

When I was nineteen years old, I was on the top of the main peak of Kunlun

There was heavy rain and thunder and lightning.

Observe the celestial phenomena, gather luck, calm your mind, and understand your own spiritual stream in one fell swoop.

That day, Kunlun was boiling and Daxia was shaken.

The other five major forces came to congratulate him, and when they looked at Lingxi, their envious eyes almost flew out.

Whenever Ji Xuanqing feels bored, he will happily recall these past events.

Extremely proud, as proud as a dragon, I can wake up from my dreams with a smile.

It's a pity that destiny cannot be violated, and my disciple was destined to commit the Hongluan Tribulation.

Five years ago, he had no choice but to drive her down the mountain.

For this reason, he sacrificed ten years of his life to deduce the secret of heaven for her, and found a glimmer of life in the midst of death.

The location is exactly Zhongzhou.

In the past five years, Ji Xuanqing has not gone down the mountain to see his disciple once.

But in private, on the night of Lingxi's birthday every year, he would stand outside the villa where she lived.

One stop lasts all night.

Secretly watching her sitting alone in the living room eating cake, watching TV, singing happy birthday to herself, and making wishes with red eyes.

While scolding Ji Xuanqing as a big bug, he also wished Ji Xuanqing good health and a long life.

He smiled and shed tears with her.

She was his disciple, but she was also loved by him as his own daughter.

For more than ten years, they have been facing each other day and night, not as father and daughter, but as father and daughter.

Ji Xuanqing would be willing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for Lingxi's safe passage through the tribulation.

However, he is just the headmaster of Kunlun, and he only has the ability to change fates against the heavens, but he can't change the catastrophe that is destined to happen.

He watched the stars every night, and became very anxious when he saw the Red Luan star about to move.

It's just short of insanity and gibbering.

Fortunately, half a month ago, the second elder Tang Jingyue brought him some exciting news.

My little disciple met a man with the true phoenix fate, and was destined to be saved by the red luan.

Ji Xuanqing was so happy.

I was so happy that I got drunk for three days and drank as much as I wanted.

He knelt in front of the tombs of Kunlun's ancestors and cried loudly. He kept repeating the phrase "Disciple Xuanqing is worthy of Kunlun."

"Disciple Xuanqing, I feel ashamed of Junior Brother Xinglan and I feel ashamed of Junior Sister Baiyou."

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There is a row of "natal incense" enshrined in the main hall of Kunlun's main peak.

It is said to be a row, but in fact it is only four sticks of incense.

Because only those who become a heavenly spiritual master are qualified to integrate the soul essence and blood into the incense to form a unique natal thing, through which they can watch their own lifespan.

These four sticks of natal incense respectively represent the head master Ji Xuanqing, the first elder Du Qirui, the third elder Su Xinglan, and the young master Lingxi.

Of course, ten years ago, there were five sticks of natal incense here.

With the departure of Fourth Elder Xia Baiyou, the incense representing her life burned to the end and never continued.

Ji Xuanqing would come to the natal incense burner every day to take a look.

The first was to chat with the deceased Xia Baiyou and talk about the changes in Kunlun in the past ten years, which made her feel less lonely.

Secondly, Ji Xuanqing was worried about two people.

One is Kunlun Future and his precious disciple Lingxi. The other is junior disciple Su Xinglan who left Kunlun ten years ago without a trace.

These two people were not in Kunlun and were not under his eyes, so he was naturally more worried about their safety.

The once-in-a-century battle for luck begins. No matter how brilliant a genius you are, you may lose your life in this turmoil.


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