Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Zhongzhou, Kunlun Region.

In Wenxin City, there is a branch of Songzhu Pavilion.

Feng Qingming, who had just finished inspecting the newly opened branch, sat down in the lounge and drank a few sips of tea when someone opened the door and came in.

The person who came had an ordinary appearance, holding a sword in his arms and a jade pendant hanging on his waist, with the exclusive mark of Songzhu Pavilion engraved on it. He was an elite guard specially trained by Feng Qingming.

The guard said: "Miss, the informant came to report that Rong Shu has gone down the mountain."

Feng Qingming stood up suddenly: "Going down the mountain? Are you sure?"

The guard nodded: "Yes."

Feng Qingming asked: "Did she go back to Wenxin Academy?"

"No."

The guard explained: "Rong Shu, Wu Hua from Zhanming Mountain, and a woman came down the mountain. That woman is probably the rumored second disciple of Zhanming Mountain. The three of them went out of the city together and disappeared."

Feng Qingming gritted her teeth slightly: "Find out where Rong Shu went."

With Wu Hua from Zhanming Mountain present, it would not be easy for her to attack Rong Shu.

"What is Rong Shu's current cultivation level? Has anyone found out?"

After the civil strife in the Xiao family four years ago, it was rumored that Rong Shu's Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, which shocked most of East Purple City at that time, was a lie. It was Rong Shu who took pills to forcibly improve his realm in desperation.

In the past four years, Rong Shu had never been to Zhanming Mountain. There were various speculations from the outside world. They all thought that he was recuperating on the mountain because of the backlash of the elixir.

The guard replied: "In the early stage of the golden elixir, the cultivation level of Wu Hua and that woman... cannot be detected."

"I know." Feng Qingming waved her hand casually and couldn't help but think deeply.

Even if the informant couldn't find out the identity of the woman next to Wu Hua, Feng Qingming still had some idea.

The second disciple of Mingzhan Mountain... must be Lin Jingyue, the eldest daughter of the Lin family in Zhongzhou who has run away from home for many years.

Wu Hua was a sword cultivator with a very personal temperament that kept away from strangers. The world had never heard of him being even remotely close to any woman, except... the eldest lady of the Lin family.

Feng Qingming thought of something and felt inexplicably happy, more interested in watching a good show.

"Who would have thought that Wu Hua, who looked cold and arrogant on the surface, would actually fall in love with Miss Lin, who ran away from home to resist the family marriage... The swordsman genius described by the deans of the four major academies relied on spending time with Lin Jingyue day and night. He is just a hypocrite to ruin someone's engagement because of his comradeship." Feng Qingming thought to herself.

Feng Qingming remembered that Lin Jingyue's fiancé was Yan Mingyuan, the young head of the Yan family in Zhongzhou.

This person was famous for being moody and violent. One moment he might be having a good conversation, but the next moment he would kill someone calmly and act so unpredictable that no one could guess Yan Mingyuan's thoughts.

Although Yan Mingyuan is still the young head of the Yan family in name, in fact, at the Yan family meeting two hundred years ago, Yan Mingyuan killed his own father with his own hands, and deposed four elders of the Yan family, and has since then completely controlled the entire Yan family. , but all opponents...are dead.

The reason why Yan Mingyuan has not yet become the head of the family is because he thinks that the busy family affairs will interfere with his cultivation, so he casually pointed out a clan elder to temporarily take over the position of head of the family.

"Perhaps I can cooperate with Yan Mingyuan?" Feng Qingming believed that no man would tolerate his fiancée hooking up with a foreign man.

Moreover, the Yanlin and Lin tribes have been intermarriage for generations, and it has long been a tradition that no one can change it.

In the eyes of outsiders, the purpose of intermarriage between the two races is to maintain a mutually supportive and symbiotic relationship.

But Feng Qingming knew the deeper reason, which was that the core martial arts attributes of the Yan and Lin clans were one yang and one yin. The former's martial arts were violent and violent, while the latter's martial arts were cold and yin.

What goes up must come down. Both techniques are too extreme. The further you reach the advanced stage of practice, the easier it is to go crazy and die.

In order to solve this hidden danger, the ancestors of the two tribes of Yan and Lin merged the two martial arts together. Through the dual cultivation of men and women, they relieved each other and achieved a balance of yin and yang.

"This method... seems feasible? I can just watch from the sidelines without having to do it myself."

Feng Qingming thought that she was also helping the Yanlin family.

After all, one is the young head of the Yan family, and the other is the eldest daughter of the Lin family, with top-notch talents and qualifications. The combination of the two is of great significance to the two families, and may even bring the two families to a new height.

Yan Mingyuan was a swordsman who refused to take over the family in order to pursue the art of swordsmanship. It seems that he would be happy to facilitate his marriage with Lin Jingyue.

"Although Wu Hua is a swordsmanship genius praised by the deans, before Wuhua became famous, the swordsmanship genius recognized in Zhongzhou was Yan Mingyuan... Yan Mingyuan is older than Wuhua. Although he has been living in seclusion for these years, in terms of his cultivation strength It’s definitely stronger than the latter.”

"As long as Yan Mingyuan and Lin Jingyue get married, Wu Hua should be able to follow the established trajectory... and become a demon!"

It's a pity that Feng Qingming can't remember what happened, which led to Wu Hua falling into the devil and being killed by the Zhongzhou monks.

But it’s probably because of the marriage between Yan Lin’s family!

Wu Hua was an orphan with no family roots. In terms of family background and cultivation strength, he was definitely not as good as Yan Mingyuan.

Feng Qingming's frown relaxed slightly, with a smile on her lips: "We've seen a good show..."

The brilliant swordsman genius fell into a demon, lost the heart of the sword, and became a demon that everyone in Zhongzhou could kill. He was spurned and reviled by the world, and died after being pierced by thousands of swords... This was Wu Hua's fate. !

Feng Qingming immediately ordered her subordinates: "Go and send a message to the Lin family and the Yan family, saying that...the eldest lady of the Lin family who has been away from home for many years is at Wenxin Academy."

"Yes."

"..."

……

Zhongzhou, the divine wind domain.

On the bank of a stream outside Yanmen Pass, a man wearing a straw hat was sitting on the bank fishing.

Soon, a fish was biting.

The man waved his hand gently and the fish was caught.

"Brother, you are so awesome, you caught another fish."

At this time, a little boy who looked to be six or seven years old ran over.

The man put the caught fish into the wooden barrel next to him and asked casually: "Do you want any fish?"

The little boy suddenly became starry-eyed, his eyes full of longing: "Can I take it?"

"Okay, just...just this one." The man picked around in the bucket, and finally picked a small fish and threw it to the little boy: "I have to take the others back..."

The little boy held the fish and blinked his big eyes: "Are you going to take it back to your brother?"

The man nodded, as if he wanted to do something interesting. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, showing a sincere smile: "Yes, he doesn't like to eat fish. It's not a good habit to be picky about food. As a brother, I naturally Let him eat more."

"I really envy my elder brother's younger brother. It would be great if I also had a brother who cared about me. Unfortunately...my brother is no longer here."

As he spoke, the little boy lowered his head with a lonely expression.

This little boy is a child from a nearby rural area.

Some time ago, a fire broke out in the whole village. All the villagers died in the fire, but the little boy was saved by a passing man.

Seeing that it was getting late, the man put away his fishing rod and responded to the little boy's words: "Don't be sad, you will have a brother soon."

Hearing this, the little boy's big eyes rolled around, looking at the man's priceless robe, and he spoke expectantly: "Brother, are you...are you leaving?" Do you want to take me with you? I eat very little, and I won’t cause any trouble to my big brother.”

"can."

After hearing the desired answer, a big smile suddenly appeared on the little boy's face, showing a bit of innocence.

The next second, a flash of Ling Ran's sword light flashed, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on the little boy's neck!

The little boy's eyes widened.

But then, the head slipped from his neck, the body separated, and blood flowed all over the ground.