"A heavy house is a building, and four open spaces are a pavilion." - "Yuan Ye"

In a quiet garden, a viewing pavilion is built facing the lake. This pavilion has windows on all sides and also has doors.

Xian Qing sat on a flat seat overlooking the mountains and forests, with a cup of tea, an ancient book, and a quiet and peaceful afternoon. He knew that change was absolute, but deliberately created a superficial stability...probably because of his unfortunate fate.

relative comfort.

A touch of the setting sun, disturbed by dusk crows. The scenery near the lake is quiet and tranquil.

He looked through the ancient book placed next to the tea cup.

This book seems to have been studied by many people. There are many notes, horizontal lines, drawings, tips, and even some names and information on the yellowed pages. At the bottom of each page, there is a string that is no longer clear.

, the blurred ink stains should be from the same person, trying to leave some message here. Maybe someone else has "accidentally" knocked down a glass of water. There are some water stains on the 700th page, which just covers the ghost.

The origin of the word.

The paper on page 756 is obviously relatively new and seems to have been added later.

It's boring, and it's obvious that it's okay, so why not avoid it? But you have to go against the will of God and change your destiny. Wouldn't it be better to obey your destiny and suffer less?

Shi Wushuang... Shi Wushuang... yes, right here. Shi Xianjun... Wushuang Emperor... deeds... and then... names. Yes, their real names are left in this book, some of them

It is not their original name, but the name that is linked to them and belongs only to them.

When Xianqing put down his tea cup and continued rummaging, four people walked in at the door, two men and two women. They were talking almost at the same time, and one of them sat at the table next to him, which was really unfortunate.

His two new neighbors didn't seem to understand the meaning of silence. They were joking and laughing as if it was a festive festival. When they were choosing whether to have tea or wine, their laughter grew even louder.

.Especially that woman, who spoke such explicit words in such a sharp voice, made Xian Qing skip two pages without reading the information above at all.

Fortunately, he realized it and turned back, otherwise he might never know what kind of evil agreement exists between the oldest political power in the fairy world and the ghost training camp.

It's so ironic. The regimes in the fairy world have changed so many times, but these crazy martyrs in the ghost training camp are really persistent. They don't have paper and pen to list all the terms, but they stick to it by word of mouth. It's like

That verbal promise was the contract between heaven and earth...

Please read the appendix for the details of the contract. It was really interesting that the appendix was placed before the main text. He really wanted to have an in-depth communication with the person who compiled the book.

sacrificed for protecting

The devil should be a bad person in people's definition, but he spreads hope in his life. Compared with the immortals with brocade and silk satin bodies, who is good and who is bad is not determined by status...

But before Xian Qing was halfway through reading, another pair of women sitting in the corner behind him suddenly rose into the air and swept past with a long whip in their hands.

Xian Qing lowered his head naturally and picked up a peanut. This leaning action happened to avoid the whip that passed over his head.

It's just that the person sitting at the table next to him was not so lucky. The noisy woman's voice stopped suddenly, her face was full of panic, and the man sitting opposite her had a blood mark on his neck and died on the spot. The woman died on the spot.

He seemed to be greatly frightened and stared at the man blankly without saying a word until the man's head slowly turned to one side and fell to the ground and rolled around a few times.

Then the woman let out a shrill scream, hundreds of times louder than before. Xian Qing's fingertips holding the pages of the book trembled slightly, and he couldn't read a single word. It was really annoying. It's so difficult to have a peaceful afternoon.

?

Human beings are prone to trouble when there are too many.

Forget it, don't be angry, don't be angry, drink tea and clear your mind.

The woman was trembling with fear. She stood up and tried to escape, but she ran into a cold blade within a few steps.

Although the slim little girl who kidnapped her was a whole head shorter than her, and chose a kidnapping method that was not suitable for her body type. She had to stand on her toes in order to control her, but when faced with a sharp blade that could break her hair,

After all, women don’t dare to act rashly.

"What do you want? I can give it to you! I am very rich, and my status is not low. Money, land deeds... face to face, I can give you whatever you want." The man behind him said this.

Before she could say anything, the woman was so nervous and frightened that she was about to cry, with a pleading voice. "We have no grievances. Have you found the wrong person? I will not tell anyone about this matter. If I have offended you in any way,

, I apologize and I will try my best to compensate."

The little girl behind her didn't know whether it was out of unnecessary kindness or what kind of justice she insisted on. She was obviously an agile attacker and should have sneak attacked and killed her. However, it was over, but she was still too bored to take action and began to tell the woman's crime.

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In Xian Qing's eyes, this behavior is extremely boring and a waste of time. There is no audience for her here, and no one cares whether her actions are justified or not. Besides giving others a chance to fight back, does it have any other purpose?

"Do you still remember how you got to where you are today? How did you get your wealth..."

The little girl controlled the woman from behind, so she didn't notice that when she was speaking, the woman's eyes suddenly became cruel and she violently thrust her right hand back.

.The delicately manicured nails sparkle with green light the moment they touch the sun. There are

Poisonous, and extremely poisonous.

At such a close distance, the little girl couldn't escape. It seemed that the assassination failed because she talked too much. It's a pity that the little girl was not alone.

Before the woman's movements were completed, she paused. She was shocked, hesitant, and slowly tilted her head to look at her left chest. What was inserted there was not a famous sword, but just an ordinary one.

The chopsticks didn't go very deep, but the moment they were inserted into her body, the force contained in them spread to all directions, shattering her heart.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she died while standing.

The little girl gently threw the body aside and put away the blade. The sharp look she had just before was gone. She lowered her head, a little aggrieved and embarrassed, and looked at the young man who appeared next to him in defeat. "Holy Saint

Master, I'm sorry, I'm so useless."

Sheng Yuan had a yuppie smile under his straight nose. He slowly retrieved the fatal chopsticks from the corpse, took out a gold silk handkerchief and wiped it clean, then handed the chopsticks to the little girl. "Sorry, it's dirty.

Your chopsticks. I’m sorry, I can’t use them anymore.”

Yu Zhong waved his hand in panic. "No, no need. Thank you Mr. Sheng for saving me. How can I care so much about a chopstick?"

"You little fool, it's so kind of you to help a dead man answer his questions, but next time you have to remember to wait until he is half-dead to answer his questions." Sheng Yuan chuckled briefly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and leaned over to pat him slightly.

He patted Yu Zhong on the head.

"I understand, Mr. Sheng. Thank you, Mr. Sheng." Yu Zhong was stunned for a moment, blushed, and nodded his head seriously, looking like he had learned something. He was so cute.

Sheng Yuan naturally retracted his hand and smiled gently at Yu Zhong. "It's good that you know. Now it's time to deal with some cold-blooded animals that refuse to save them."

Names of people related to the prophecy about Shi Wushuang...

Well, it's really strange that she doesn't have that name. No wonder... no wonder she is a variable...

Xian Qing raised her eyes and glanced coldly at the two people who suddenly sat down in front of her, knowing that his peaceful afternoon was about to end before it even started.

This book can't be read...perhaps the two interruptions are a warning, there are some things he shouldn't know. It sounds mysterious, but the book itself is a doubt, or as those people say-

A miracle.

Xian Qing closed the book and placed it next to the teacup. The word "Prophecy" was clearly visible on the cover.
Chapter completed!