"You won't go in?"
In the Southern Territory, the moment before they parted ways, Dao Qiongcang glanced at his friends around him, his tone full of temptation, "The fate of the ancestors!"
A brief reunion of old friends is always a joy.
Of course, we put aside our stance and future relationships and only talk about the present.
Now that we have finished chatting about business and gossip, we are going to Xuyue Gray Palace, and we are going to Tianji Divine Sect, it is time to say goodbye.
"Anyway, if I don't go, I'm just too weak."
The storyteller was wearing a red dress, curled her fingers, and dropped the topic after saying, "What about you?"
"Yeah, what about you?"
Dao Qiongcang turned his head and looked at Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue, "Although I brought you out, I won't stop you from having further ideas."
very free.
If you want to go, just go!
Wei Kuang shook his head, weighed the banquet of the King of Hell and said, "Thirty or fifty years ago, you could only see me in the ruins."
Now?
Pull it down!
Why did you follow Dao Qiongcang out?
Why don't you just want to take it easy, put your mind down, rest when you don't have to, and just pick up the knife and chop without thinking when necessary?
Xianyu’s life needs no explanation!
Xiao Gou was relatively young and energetic, and had great ambitions. He turned his eyes crazily and asked, "Why don't you come in?"
Gou Wuyue sighed softly: "When everyone feels that it is profitable, it is time to retreat bravely."
After saying this, he looked towards the sky.
When it comes to who has the greatest appeal to the four words "conferred gods and ancestors" here, the eight acquaintances all come second, and there is no doubt that Dao Qiong Cang is second to none!
But he didn't come in.
He wasn't even interested in the fate of the ancestor gods.
Come to think of it, I must have some thoughts, and I deliberately raised this question when I was leaving...
Ranming Ruins, any questions?
Gou Wuyue's heart moved, but she didn't ask, so she looked at Bazun Shu: "What about you?"
The storyteller turned his head and looked at his brother. The Moon Palace Slave might also have entered. Did he really not meet him?
The Eight Lords were familiar with the changes in the sand and dust that would be lightly splashed when they stepped on the soles of their feet, and replied casually: "The Holy Ancestor is in the hall, the Sword Ancestor is in the building, and the inheritance of each family is far away. Why should I call this person by his name?"
, inheritance is at your fingertips?”
Gou, Wei, were all stunned for a moment, this angle was a bit novel.
Dao Qiongcang also raised his eyebrows. He was sure that the Eight Masters had not received any summons along the way, and neither had the storyteller, so this was his own judgment? So he said:
"Let's give it a try. Anyway, there is no loss. To say the least, you won't die even if you fail. What if you really get the Ancestral God's fate?"
The storyteller nodded his head.
He had always believed that the Ten Seats were the most powerful contenders for the inheritance of the ancestral gods at the Ranming site, and Xu Xiaoshou had to wait a little bit.
Bazun's footsteps are fixed, and his eyes are fixed on the dust beside his feet:
"Those who don't want money will lose their lives, and those who don't want their lives will need money. You can't take both money and life, it can only be about sex."
"I don't want sex, wealth or life. He wants to give it to me for free, except for my own children...I don't believe it."
The storyteller frowned, sensing something in his brother's words: "What do you mean?"
The Eight Masters raised their eyes to look at him and said indifferently:
"The free price is unlimited."
has a problem!
Now, no matter how stupid the storyteller is, he realizes that there is something wrong with the Ranming ruins, not to mention that he is not stupid, but he hasn’t spoken yet...
Bazun shook his head slightly: "I don't know."
you do not know?
So what are you talking about?
"intuition."
What an intuition!
You are intuitive. It is impossible for this person to be intuitive too, right?
The storyteller turned to look at Dao Qiongcang: "Old Taoist, do you know something, or have you calculated something? Let's put it bluntly, you are already a traitor to the Holy Mountain, there is no need to hide it."
Several people around them looked away, but Dao Qiongcang shrugged: "I don't know."
"You must know!"
"Not knowing means not knowing."
"You said it or not!"
"Tianji..."
"ah--"
The storyteller covered his ears irritably, looked at Gou Wuyue, and raised his eyebrows, the implication being: You don’t want to know? Ask him!
Gou Wuyue couldn't understand his eyes at all, but she spoke out curiously: "What happened?"
Dao Qiongcang glanced at him and shook his chin slightly:
"really do not know."
"Not everything can be calculated."
"Tianjishu is just for seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck. You can't get the answer just by pinching your fingers."
"but……"
As soon as the word "but" came out, he looked at the sky and pinched his fingers slightly, and the storyteller almost turned his mouth to the sky.
After all, it cannot be calculated.
When you are indecisive, do you rely on your fingers to figure it out?
Soon, Dao Qiongcang retracted his hands into his robe and said with a smile:
"Let's use our brains. Regarding the destiny of the ancestor god, that is the high-level holy emperor."
"As for the inheritance of the God-Slaying Priest, it is about conferring gods and ancestors."
"Since everyone has a premonition that it's not a good thing, it must be a bad thing."
"At best, they'll all die in there."
The expressions of the people on the side changed.
The storyteller's brows knitted together: "I'm not saying..."
"The latest news." Dao Qiongcang smiled, "If you can get in, but if you can't get out, you will die."
The storyteller was stunned for only a moment, then became furious and raised the hood in his hand to strangle the old coquettish man's neck, "Then you still persuade us to go in!"
Dao Qiongcang has long avoided it, using the dog as a pillar to avoid the tiger.
"etc!"
The storyteller stopped after chasing him, and said in surprise: "Then Xu Xiaoshou..."
Snapped!
Dao Qiongcang snapped his fingers, "Don't worry, something happened."
"Shut your crow mouth!" The storyteller turned around and shouted angrily.
To be continued...