She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

In the dilapidated courtyard, there were three wounded people that day.

Chen Ping'an counts as one, Song Chufeng counts as one, and Nangong Qingyu's grandmother counts as one.

The three injured people occupied a place respectively, and Nangong Qingyu's grandmother was sleeping in the master bedroom.

Chen Pingan was recuperating in the relatively narrow second bedroom to expel the cold.

Song Chufeng sat quietly on the huge willow tree in the yard, sitting cross-legged.

And this day passed like this.

The next morning.

After a night of recuperation, Chen Ping'an had successfully expelled the cold air from his body, and his internal and external injuries were almost healed.

When he walked out of the room, Song Chufeng was gone.

"Brother, that beautiful sister left a letter for you."

Nangong Qingyu, who was used to getting up early to prepare breakfast, saw Chen Pingan come out of the room again. After wiping his hands on Kuandaodao's very ill-fitting apron, he handed a piece of letter to Chen Pingan's hand.

Chen Pingan opened the letter and looked through it quietly.

After reading it, Chen Pingan said nothing and calmly threw the letter into the stove.

The content of the letter was very simple, nothing more than Song Chufeng's gratitude to Chen Ping'an.

In addition, there is also Song Chufeng's farewell.

She said she would never come here again.

After seeing the calm tone in the letter, Chen Pingan accepted it calmly.

Because apart from the shared hardships yesterday, the relationship between him and Song Chufeng could not be said to be that close. At most, it was just a chance meeting in this martial arts tournament.

Since they met by chance, they should naturally stay safe.

After that, Chen Ping'an simply ate some breakfast made by Nangong Qingyu, and then said goodbye to Nangong Qingyu, and the young monk went to Nanshan Temple to participate in today's lottery.

"Little monk, do you think the eldest brother and the eldest sister had a quarrel?"

Looking at Chen Pingan's leaving figure, Nangong Qingyu asked with some doubts.

"Amitabha."

"It's not a quarrel, it's just that the fate has not come."

The young monk clasped his hands and responded softly.

"Fate hasn't arrived yet?"

"Does that mean that the eldest brother and the beautiful sister will never see each other again?"

The little girl, who didn't know much about the four words "fate has not arrived", said with some regret.

"Donor Chen and Donor Song are not without fate."

"On the contrary, the fate between these two people has just begun."

"As for why the fate has not arrived, it is just that the time has not arrived."

The little monk once again said something that was very difficult to pronounce and made the little girl Nangong Qingyu puzzled.

"Forget it, I might as well not ask you."

"The answer you gave made me even more confused."

Nangong Qingyu gave the young monk a big eye roll and complained.

"Some things are lucky if you don't understand them."

"Because some things can only be understood after experiencing them."

"And this experience may not always be happy or happy."

"So, Xiao Monk doesn't want you to understand."

The young monk was used to Nangong Qingyu's complaints, so he smiled and said to himself.

"You, the little monk, are becoming more and more like your master who talks a lot about trains."

Nangong Qingyu shook her head helplessly, then ignored the young monk and returned to the room.

"Amitabha."

"Every word Master said is the Buddha's words."

"It would be a blessing if the young monk could be like Master."

The little monk raised his head and stared at the cloudless sky.

Although he was accustomed to using the word cheap to describe his stingy master.

But no one knows better than him how powerful that cheap master is.

the other side.

Chen Ping'an also came to Nanshan Temple not long after and ended the lottery.

Moreover, the opponent Chen Pingan drew this time completely aroused the enthusiasm of all the audience.

No. [-], Chen Pingan.

No. [-], Huo Dezong, Fen Peng!

After learning that Chen Pingan was going to fight against the seventh generation disciple of the Huode Sect, everyone was full of expectations for this battle.

Because this time, Chen Pingan's opponent is the real leader among the entire young generation in Jiangnan!

After all, it was Chen Pingan, the dark horse, who continued to upset and defeated Fen Peng, who had been famous for a long time among the younger generation in Jiangnan.

It was Fen Peng who successfully defended his position in the top three among the younger generation and defeated Chen Ping'an.

There is no answer in everyone's mind.

Because whether it is Chen Ping'an or Fen Peng, everyone thinks it is reasonable and reasonable for whoever wins between these two people.

Therefore, everyone is looking forward to this competition.