Hongyu is a beautiful woman, and her beauty is not inferior to the popular female stars in the entertainment industry.
Likewise, she is also a loyal woman.
At least in Chen Xuanjun's heart, he was regarded as an absolute confidant.
His trust in Hongyu was only lower than that of the old man in Taoist robes who helped him deduce the secrets.
To be precise, the people he trusted enough in the Chen family could not survive with only two hands.
And red fish can rank in the top three among these two hands.
At this moment, a faint fragrance floats.
Chen Xuanjun looked at the charming young woman, listening to the ambiguous meaning in her words, and said frankly: "Tong Yuan did not inherit the fate of the true phoenix, so she lost her role. It doesn't matter if she acknowledges her ancestors and returns to the clan, she can stay with her.
Regardless of whether she is in the Chen family, I will not interfere with her personal freedom as I did before."
Red Fish exhaled like a blue breath, leaned down to Chen Xuanjun's ear, and said in a tired voice: "Even if Miss Tong Yuan is not a true phoenix."
"Fourth Master is willing to let Miss Tong Yuan marry another man?"
Hongyu lay on Chen Xuanjun's chest, caressing her with her fingertips: "Then should she call you Fourth Uncle, or should she call you something else?"
"Keke, Fourth Master is really thinking about her."
...
To the north of Zhongzhou, thousands of miles away, is the Daomen Star Observation Deck.
The old man in white robe stands on the top of the mountain, looking up at the sky, like a stone sculpture.
He was holding a jar of old wine in his hand, his white hair was flying, and his clothes were fierce.
The cool breeze in the cold night echoed from the mountains, making waves of soft moans, like weeping.
On a stone pier not far away, a handsome young man in casual clothes was sleeping soundly with his head down.
He slept very hard, with no support behind him, so he could only bend his body and support his chin with his right hand.
It was clearly winter, but he didn't feel the cold. The thin casual clothes wrapped around his already thin body were like bamboo poles in the dark, dangling.
"Don't fight." The old man in white robe whispered softly.
The sleeping boy stirred, sat upright, rubbed his sleepy face and shouted: "Master."
"The true phoenix has emerged, and the evil python has swallowed the phoenix. It's time for you to go down the mountain." The old man in white robe raised the wine jar and drank heavily, letting the fragrant wine fall from his mouth and wet his clothes.
The young man Mo Zheng jumped off the stone pier and said with a simple and honest expression: "Master, does this have anything to do with me?"
"I don't want to go down the mountain, and there's no point in going down the mountain." He muttered in a low voice, "I just want to stay on the mountain, accompany the master, chant sutras and draw talismans every day."
The old man in white robe hated that iron could not be made into steel and said: "Destiny and luck are divided into nine buckets, and the real dragon and true phoenix each get two buckets. The remaining five buckets will be divided among all the people in the world."
"Your celestial destiny has just begun to appear, and your luck has increased. If you don't go down the mountain to fight for it, how will there be a place for you in the future?"
Mo Zhengmo said: "If there is no place for me, I will stay in the Taoist gate and not go anywhere."
"Asshole." The white-robed old man glared angrily: "Destiny and luck cycle every hundred years. If you don't fight for it, how can the Taoist sect still exist?"
"I named you Mo Zheng, not because I really want you to be patient and give in. But you have to remember that not fighting is for the sake of fighting."
Speaking of where he was angry, the white-robed old man directly threw the wine jar in his hand into the abyss of the valley, and said with an angry smile: "It has been thousands of years since the Taoist sect was established. Without the consolidation of luck, how could it be as glorious as it is today?"
"As a disciple of the Taoist sect, I am the first disciple of the Taoist sect. If you don't provoke the rise and fall of the Taoist sect, is it possible that you still expect me to be such an old person?"
The old man in white robe said in a sad tone: "Your master, Ling Mao, blessed the Taoist sect with half a fight of destiny and luck a hundred years ago, which resulted in the Taoist sect's prosperity for hundreds of years."
"I have bad luck. I am not favored by God, so I cannot seize my luck and benefit my clan."
"So I found you and accepted you as my disciple. I am even more willing to leave the Taoism in your hands."
"Live up to the trust of our ancestors and live up to the kindness of Taoism."
The old man in white robe stretched out his hand to caress the only disciple he regarded as his son, and said tiredly: "Idiot, don't let the master down, don't let the Taoist sect feel cold."
The twenty-year-old boy's eyes were red with grievance, and he pretended to be strong and said: "How should I fight?"
The old man in white robe pointed at the stars and said energetically: "You can borrow your life, and you can also borrow your luck."
"Whether it is a true dragon or a true phoenix, before its destiny is perfected, it is just a lamb waiting to be fed."
"If your destiny is ruined, your luck will be ruined."
"It's just like Fang Wenxuan, who had the destiny of a true phoenix twenty years ago, but her destiny was ruined at the hands of a farmer from the Su family who made a living by farming."
"And Chen Xuanjun used his luck to achieve the evil dragon, and now he is just one step away from doing it."
Mo Zheng collapsed and said: "Master, you are asking me to harm people."
The old man in white robe laughed wildly and said: "The battle for destiny and destiny is already bloody, so how can it be said to harm people's lives?"
"If you don't fight, others will fight for you."
"If you don't take it away, someone else will take it from you."
"Who are the good guys? Who are the bad guys?"
In the dark night, on the top of the mountain, the old man in white robe walked farther and farther.
Mo Zheng stood there in a state of nightmare and confusion.
...
Zhongzhou faces south, thousands of miles away, and is called Yunzong.
As the young master of the Yun Sect, Bai Nanxian has been waiting for this day for a long time.
The cycle of fate and destiny lasts for a hundred years, and it can only be started when the True Dragon Fate and the True Phoenix Fate appear at the same time.
The True Dragon Fate had caused strange phenomena in the world five years ago, but only the True Phoenix Fate had been late in hiding and never showed up.
And now, the true phoenix has also appeared, and the battle for the fate of all the forces in Daxia has officially begun.
Bai Nan's Moon Rabbit horoscope may not be as valuable as the True Dragon or True Phoenix horoscope, but it is also rare in the world.
His requirements are not high, and monopolizing half of his luck is enough.
Just like the Taoist sect a hundred years ago, the Yun Sect has been prosperous for hundreds of years with half a battle of luck.
"Tell father that I will go down the mountain tonight." Bai Nanxian, wearing a fox coat, looked expectant.
Under the eaves, the quiet girl who was making tea moved slightly slowly and said reluctantly: "The New Year has not yet passed."
Bai Nanxian smiled and said: "Junior sister, I can't wait any longer. I don't want to wait any longer."
The quiet girl ignored what she heard, carefully stirred the charcoal in the furnace and said, "It won't be a hurry for a while."
After a pause, she continued: "Stay with me for another half month. How about going down the mountain after the Lantern Festival?"
Bai Nanxian seemed to hesitate.
The quiet girl put down the iron pestle in her hand, turned her back, and was about to cry.
Bai Nanxian ignored it, his heart as solid as stone.
She looked at his departing figure, getting further and further away, and finally the pear blossom burst into tears with the rain.
"Senior brother, is destiny really that important?"
"If you want to borrow some luck, I'll give you half a bucket. Why fight for it?"
There is a destiny named Jiuwei, which means that he has half the destiny.
