The night in Kyoto is quiet and the stars have come to an end. Slow footsteps keep ringing on the streets of Kyoto, very elegant, with an indescribable excitement. The footsteps suddenly stopped and the streets

A little red ghostly sparks lit up above, and then the curling fireworks continued to rise. They stopped on the side of the road, with a slender figure, a little lonely back, but a slight smile on the corner of their mouth.

Chen Yuyang took a deep breath and seemed to let go of blocks in his heart.

Since he returned to the human world, the only thing he was struggling with was whether Zhuge Qingqing would still appear on the original trajectory. When he thought of Zhuge Qingqing, he felt excited. Although he knew it was impossible, he still couldn't stop it.

His yearning. However, when today's events happened, his mind calmed down. Regardless of whether there is the smart and infatuated woman in this life, this matter has come to an end.

After a sudden enlightenment, Chen Yuyang took a deep breath, put down the block in his heart, threw away the cigarette butt, and couldn't help but run wildly in the darkness.

The state of mind was liberated, and his whole body opened, flying like a lonely geese in the dark night sky. He clenched his fists tightly, and a hint of relief appeared in the corner of Chen Yuyang's eyes.

Also in the darkness, Yang Ming frowned and stood in front of Long Feiyun who was meditating, with envy on his face and muttered to himself: "Qingyang, Qingyang, after the love disaster, his cultivation level soared.

Quasi-saint cultivation, this is all state of mind, state of mind~~”

Yang Ming was envious and jealous of Chen Yuyang's cultivation. You know, Yang Ming has been in this world for five years, but his cultivation has still stagnated. Not long after Chen Yuyang came back, he had already recovered to the quasi-saint cultivator.

In order to prevent Yang Ming from being jealous. However, Yang Ming knew very well that there was still some gap between him and Chen Yuyang, and the saint's body was destroyed and the road to rebuilding was very difficult.

Chen Yuyang is much simpler, his realm is still there, and his body is still there, and what he lacks is the magic power of the saint. Even if the spiritual energy in the human world is not good, there is no difference for a perpetual motion machine like a saint.

He sighed softly, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and went to Taixu.

What I felt most incredible this night was Zhuge Rizhao. Zhuge Rizhao was almost stunned. What is the relationship between Chen Yuyang and his deceased daughter, where did he come from, and where did he come from? It seems that all this is

It's like a mystery and is unexplainable.

In the flower hall of Zhuge family, Zhuge Ming was dressed as a sage and sat on the sofa in the flower hall. Listening to what his youngest son was saying, Zhuge Rizhao became more and more excited and said, "Father, what is this?"

What’s going on? Can’t you calculate the fate of the child Yuyang?”

Zhuge Ming kept turning the compass in his hand, and finally shook his head helplessly and said, "I can't calculate it, I can't calculate it!"

"Father, this matter must be clear. What is the origin of that child Chen Yuyang? He can actually go to heaven and earth and summon the Nine Nether Messenger! This is simply terrible. What level is he now? Chen Lao Er is

No matter how powerful it is, it cannot reach this level!" Zhuge Rizhao said.

Zhuge Ming still said helplessly: "I can calculate the numerology of everyone in this world, even the Pope, but I can't calculate it just this Chen Yuyang." As he said, Zhuge Mingxi looked at Zhuge Rizhao

He waved and said, "Rizhao, come and take a look. This child's numerology for the first sixteen years was very simple, but after sixteen years, his fate seemed to be interrupted, and then he could no longer be linked!"

"It's true!" Zhuge Rizhao nodded, then scolded and said, "What kind of monster did Chen Lao Er give birth to? What a hell!"

Zhuge Ming smiled faintly and said, "But this is not a bad thing. The Zhuge family's magical arithmetic technique has been circulating since the beginning of Wuhou, and has been passed down for thousands of years. Every generation of Zhuge family members,

This will happen!"

"But, Father, you are the closest existence to God in the art of divine calculations. Could it be..." Zhuge Rizhao said in a low voice.

Zhuge Ming waved his hand and said, "What are the existences that have recently received God? Those are all lie. Wu Hou's cultivation was a hundred times higher than me, but he did not die in the end. So what is not gods are nonsense, Rizhao, you

Remember one sentence, the charlatan is the one who doesn’t believe in God the most.” Sighing softly, Zhuge Ming sighed: “Actually, why do I want to understand everything in this world? Just like Wu Hou, I know that it is impossible to do it.

But it cannot be changed. The numerology is the one that can never be changed. Since it cannot be changed, what is the use of calculating it? I am very much looking forward to this young man named Chen Yuyang. There should be many unexpected things in his life.

story!"

"Father, you...you have to consider Ziyu no matter how you do!" Zhuge Rizhao said helplessly.

Zhuge Ming gently hit the crutch in his hand on the ground and smiled and said, "When did I not consider Ziyu? This matter was something you insisted on. I mean it very simple. If Ziyu agrees, don't worry.

I don’t object to Chen Yuyang’s fortune-telling. If Ziyu doesn’t agree, then no one can force my baby granddaughter. As for the old man of the Chen family, I will ask for it even if I have a shy face!"

Zhuge Rizhao sighed and said, "That's all we can do!"

However, while Zhuge Rizhao and Zhuge Ming and the father and son were talking, Dugu Feng was in his daughter's room and smiled and said, "Ziyu, how do you feel about the young man today?"

Dugu Feng was very curious, but her attitude towards Ziyu’s marriage was almost the same as that of the old man of the Zhuge family. She did not express her opinion or force her.

Zhuge Ziyu held the huge doll, looked depressed, and said with a pout, "Mom, even you are here to make fun of me!"

Dugu Feng chuckled softly: "Silly girl, mom is thinking about your happiness. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. What can't you say about it?"

Zhuge Ziyu pondered for a moment and said, "How can I say this? I can't say I like it or I don't like it. I'm just a little curious." As he said, Zhuge Ziyu fell into trouble for a moment: "But he seems to know his sister, but he doesn't know."

Why?"

Looking at his daughter's expression, Dugu Feng had already understood a little, and smiled in his heart: "This stupid girl has fallen in love with others but she doesn't know yet. When she goes back tonight, she must urge the dead ghost and ask him to go to the Chen family quickly.

Things are settled!"

The moon is in the sky, and the night in Kyoto is a bit cold, and snowflakes float down from the sky. On the playground of the Kyoto compound, Zhang Hao, Ji Wushuang, and Xiao Xiao kept looking at the watch in his hand, as if he couldn't wait. The cold wind was still on the way.

It came, stomping its feet constantly.
Chapter completed!