Someone always hinders my strategy

"A few days ago, the national teacher was seriously injured. Now you are the most likely to defeat him in a short time. Going with them will only delay the time, and eventually let his injury recover further." The carriage to the capital Above that, the system rambled in Wanjiao's mind, "Of course, you can also wait a few more years and stay in the mortal world. His cultivation will only get lower and lower, but you can get stronger and stronger."

"The longer this situation lasts, the worse it will be?" Wan Yan raised the curtain of the small window of the carriage and looked at the scenery passing by the window. Although it was already dark, because the inn they met earlier was full, they just had to Can rush on the road overnight, "This has been dragging on, people who should be able to display their ambitions, and villains who should have been punished are still at ease. If this kind of world is left unchecked, I am afraid that even if there are pillars of the world in the future, the world will collapse. Bar."

"...You guessed it again."

Wan Yan put down the hand that raised the curtain, and closed his eyes: "Didn't I ask you for information on all the targets of the attack a few days ago, and I found a very interesting thing." The carriage moved forward, and the sunny day earlier arrived However, the night changed a little, which made the horses feel a little uneasy and neighed irritably, "They don't care whether people are good or bad, and whether they end up with me or not, in their positions, they all achieved the same time period." The greatest influence in the country, and once their influence does not reach the original level..."

A drop of rainwater fell on the ground and splashed all over the ground. Wan Yan opened his eyes, and there was a realization in his eyes: "Then their so-called status as the pillar of the world is meaningless. If you think about it this way, the purpose of the national teacher will come to the surface. gone."

"There are assassins!" Suddenly, the voice of Mo Minglan's subordinates who were accompanying to protect the carriage came from outside the carriage, and soon there was a chaotic shout outside, and then the weapons collided, making the sound of iron clashing with each other. In the extremely fast rain, With a cold and stern atmosphere.

The system suddenly said: "Aren't you going to help them? What if the outside assassins hurt them? At least they have enough influence now, so they must be protected, right?"

"If you can't even get through this trivial matter, what will you do after I leave?" Wan Yan's eyes were cold, without any fluctuations caused by the system's words, "Since they have that influence, they should have enough influence to match that share." The ability to influence, we don't have to worry about them, but the national teacher..."

The corner of Wan Yao's mouth curled up into an emotionless smile: "He's planning, I'm afraid it's not..."

"Hiss—" The tip of the knife pierced into the soft fabric of the carriage and cut a huge hole, exposing Wan Yan's figure to the outside world. An assassin dressed in black was about to chop it down with a knife.

Wan Yao glanced at him without any emotion, just when the assassin was frightened by this glance, he heard Wan Yao say: "It's a bit noisy."

Then he raised his hand and waved his hand as if disgusted, a huge sword energy invisible to the naked eye waved in the air, and from the direction of the assassin who was about to jump into the carriage, the men in black in the same direction were neatly captured It was cut in half, and even the rain that fell at that moment was split open, while Mo Minglan's men who fought with them were not injured at all, as if they were just blown by a breeze.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

In the end, it was Mo Minglan's subordinates who reacted first, and one of them shouted: "Hurry up and kill!"

Then the battle, which was still somewhat stalemate because of the surprise attack, turned one-sided.

After a while, after the scene calmed down, realizing that the assassins who could not escape had committed suicide by taking poison, Mo Minglan's subordinates, who were the leader, came to plead guilty to Wan Yan after reporting the situation to Mo Minglan: "Immortal Chang forgives the sin, it is a crime of the subordinates. Slack off."

Wan Yan didn't say anything, it wasn't that he wasn't angry, but he didn't care at all, as if he just killed a fly: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go after a little rectification."

The man was taken aback, looking at the cracked carriage, he hurriedly said: "Immortal Chief, I'm afraid this carriage is..." It couldn't stop the rain. Just as he was about to say this, the man found out that it was raining so heavily, and even sitting The people in the carriage were somewhat drenched in the rain because of the curtains blown open by the wind, but Wan Yan didn't get any rain on his body.

Wan Yao understood what he meant, and said, "It's okay."

Then the man saw that the part of the carriage that was split before suddenly moved without wind, as if there were invisible threads that sewed up the split, and soon the carriage returned to its original shape without even a speck of dust on it.

The carriage covered the man's sight, so he didn't see the loneliness that flashed in Wanjiao's eyes.

In fact, Wan Yan is not good at spells, and it is Wan Qing who is good at spells.

And the hand just now was nothing more than condensing the spiritual power into silk threads, passing through the cloth and sewing them together. This was what Wanqing in his previous life practiced when he was practicing for the little fox. It's just that he was blind and couldn't sew well. After the shape, no more sewing.And from Zhen Ai's memory, Wan Yan saw the clothes he sewed, and Zhen Ai kept them all the time, but unfortunately he could no longer wear the clothes Wan Qing sewed for him.

Suddenly, there was a slightly inaudible sound from above the carriage, and Wan Yan looked indifferent, as if he had guessed it a long time ago: "Since you are here, come in."

Then I saw a person come in from outside the curtain.

It's God.

"You are injured." Wan Yan looked over, although Wentian's clothes hid his wounds well, but the smell of blood exposed the fact that he was injured.

Wentian didn't reply to this, but only said: "Why do you want to go back?" He kindly didn't say the word "send to death".

"Don't you know?" Wan Yao lowered his eyes, but he didn't take his eyes off Wentian's face, "If the national teacher is allowed to go on like this, what will happen...you must have lost sight of it."

Wentian's pupils shrank, and he asked almost subconsciously, "How do you know?"

"When Wanqing's family was destroyed, there was still a blood relative who escaped by chance. Later Wanqing found this blood relative and passed down a technique to his descendants." Wan Yan said softly, "Although Wanqing can't see, But he is very talented in divination. In order to prevent his blood from being cut off, he created a technique that only his blood relatives can practice, and this technique has no offensive use, it can only see The past and future related to oneself can be used to predict good and bad times and avoid disasters.”

"It can only be passed on to blood relatives?" Wentian didn't ask how Wanjiao knew this, but opened his eyes wide in shock, "If that's the case, then why did they want to destroy my whole family and seize my family's secret method?"

"Since you can know the past, it must not be a problem in your inheritance." Wan Yao looked at Wentian, and did not expect that thousands of years later, the blood of the Wanqing family has been passed down, but there is only one person left, "I think , but because of the greed of human nature, this explanation is deliberately misinterpreted."

Asked for a moment.

"In the beginning, maybe someone from your clan mentioned this matter to his friends, but it was rumored that a person suddenly became greedy and wanted to take the blood of your clan, but when everyone When they all started fighting for it, they discovered that there are too many people with your blood."

"In order to prevent massacres, and even more so to prevent the false feelings of combining with your clan for a certain purpose, you have blocked this news, and..." Wan Yao showed a trace of sarcasm, "feeling your vigilance, realizing that After the original idea failed, those outsiders were more willing to believe that... the secret technique has nothing to do with blood."

Wentian clenched his fists, his face was a little pale, and he said after a long time, "I'm here today because I have something else to say." How could he not understand what Wanjiao said? You can guess it all, he was grateful for Wanjiao's suggestion, and he didn't ask how he knew it, but only brought out the main point of today's conversation, "About the painting you gave me before."

"I already know who it is." Wan Yao said frankly, "Compared with this, I want to know how the painting spread."

"In the beginning, I just looked for someone who might know about it." Wentian frowned, "But then I don't know what happened, and the national teacher found out."

"You feel very strange." Wan Yan looked at him, and took up Wentian's words, "Because you haven't seen such a future."

Wen Yan Wentian's expression also became serious: "Is there really a problem with this matter, then the national teacher is..."

Wan Yan nodded: "He is a disciple of Tianxuanzong."

"Tianxuanzong? Isn't that early..." Wentian was shocked, and then his face suddenly changed as if he thought of something, "He is in charge of these things, could it be..."

Wan Yao nodded: "I think you've noticed it too." He looked cold, as if facing some extremely severe scene, "The future you see has changed."

Wentian suddenly felt his throat a little dry: "...if the future changes, what will happen?"

"Didn't your ancestors tell you?" Wan Yao closed his eyes and chanted, "For those who practice this secret method, the unseen future will be nothingness."

"What the national teacher wants is to have the ability to change the past, but what he does can only lead to the destruction of the future." Wan Yan looked out of the window, and the memory belonging to Wan Qing revived again, "Because of the destruction of Tianxuanzong, It was doomed from the beginning."

Thousands of years ago, the young man who had lost all his emotions stood on the snow-capped mountain, and the transformed youth in the Library Pavilion stood behind him and sighed: "It seems that what the founder of the Kaipai said back then is about to come true."

Wan Qing looked at the heavy clouds and mist under her feet, but did not respond to the boy.

"But if there is no destruction, there will be no new life. All of this is indeed preordained." The young man put his hands behind his back and suddenly raised his voice, "I will be taken over by Ling Tianzong in the future... After you reincarnate, will you look for me?"

Between the heaven and the earth, there was a silence.

After a long time, Wan Qing's unwavering voice sounded: "Didn't you expect to arrive earlier?" It was obviously a question, but because the tone was not turbulent, it became an affirmative sentence, "I already knew it, why bother to ask again."

The young man looked at his back, hiding the emotion in his eyes: "I just want to ask... what you think."

"My thoughts have nothing to do with the idea of ​​my reincarnation, and the question you're asking doesn't make any sense."

"My future is doomed, but my reincarnation has countless possibilities." Wan Qing turned around, her expression neither sad nor happy, "The choice is in his hands."

The author has something to say:

The day before yesterday, um... was the day of the driver's license test. I went back to my hometown to take the test, and then the air conditioner at home broke down. I couldn't sleep because of the heat at night. I slept for more than two hours before the test. I didn't have anything that day. At night, when I wanted to code words, I couldn't sleep. I found that I couldn't concentrate at all, and I didn't want to write casually and perfunctorily, so I went to sleep directly. I didn't expect to have no energy for two days.

Insomnia is really terrible. In the past two days, I can’t sleep when I want to sleep, and I can’t concentrate when I don’t want to sleep and want to code. I really feel more and more emotional that I can survive those ten days during the final exam. It's really not easy, I can't sleep much every day, and I am full of thoughts on reviewing.

Hmm...Although I'm still sleepy today, and I've coded this chapter for a long time, but it's much better than the previous two days. Let's just code one chapter, and don't make up for the previous ones.Although it is summer vacation, it is not necessary to get up early, but it is better to maintain a healthy schedule. I hope that the little angels who read the article will also pay attention to rest~

Cough, after talking so much, I ended up updating it so late→→

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