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The blue language suddenly stopped, and his look changed. His heart said: "Although the old man is dead, he still has many fans in Wu Zongzhong. The elder is his former confidant. If my hard-working son really does not Dead, let them know, isn't it a big scour?"

In the blue language, he turned his mind and turned to stare at Wu. He asked: "Where is Don Juan?"

"For the time being in the capital."

"I will take me to see him immediately." The blue language could not wait to order.

The martial arts asked: "Sister, is it your son?"

Blue language bit his lip, hesitated, said: "I don't know, but since he has that piece of jade, then I must check it out."

Wu’s mood has become extraordinarily complicated. Although she has already guessed this result, she can’t be sure whether it’s good or bad when she is really certain.

Wu Zong has always been the responsibility of hunting and repairing the sorcerer. In the end, the son of the patriarch Wu Zong is actually a repairer. This is not a big irony.

Of course, Wu could not bear to see that Wu Zong’s reputation was damaged, and Master’s reputation was destroyed.

But she can't wait to figure out the reason for it. If Tang Zhen is really the son of Master Shi, then the reunion is not the happiest thing in the world.

Wu is an orphan. Although she has grown up as a master, she has no real parents. She occasionally hopes that her biological parents will be by her side.

Therefore, weigh the pros and cons, she tends to let this family reunite.

"Sister, if Tang Yan is really a child of you and Master, what should I do? He is a repairer?" Wu asked tentatively.

"Hey, what about the repairers? That old man was the one who decided that my child could not practice martial arts, but he was a genius who practiced spells, so he could not tolerate a child in his shackles. Now, no matter who he is, dare to hurt my children. I have given up this life and I have to fight him to the end." The blue language is full of momentum.

Looking at the blue language that is decisive, Wu can't help but admire Tang Yan. If he is really a Master's child, then he has a mother like Shi Niang, who is the happiest child in the world.

However, when Wu heard that the old lord had decided that the baby in the scorpion was the genius of practicing the spell, the heart was even more determined that Tang Yan was the baby of that year, because he was a genius repairer.

The two did not stop and immediately set off for the capital.

At this moment, Tang Yin has been sitting in the living room of the Yan family. Several important figures of the Yan family have gathered together, and Yao Wang is also on the side.

Fang Caiyan’s broken day is personally greeted at the gate, and the number of rituals is very rare.

The guest host was seated, and Tang Yu first thanked Yan Liuyun for his generous gift at the auction. Yan Yantian was busy saying that he was welcome. In fact, Yan Jia took advantage of it.

The price of two consecutive life Dan is much cheaper than other families, and that is a big bargain.

Yan Biantian’s eyebrows looked at Tang Yan and said with excuse: “It’s really the waves of the Yangtze River, and I’ve been worshipping you as a teacher. It’s amazing that my old heart is about to stop.”

Tang Yan smiled and said: "Yan is old."

"This time you got into the Dragon Group, Xing Feng is a villain who must report, you have to be careful." Yan Tiantian reminded.

Seeing that he and Wudu were so cautious about this matter, Tang Yan did not dare to take it lightly and nodded.

Yan Biantian does not expect this to completely entangle Tang Yan in just a few days. This is a long-term process that is subtle. Therefore, he is not impatient. He chats with Tang Yan for a moment and then leaves.

Yao Wang and Yan Yanshan followed him away from the hall, so there were only Yan Qingyi and Yanliuyun in the hall.

Yan Qingyi made a look to the Yanliuyun. Yanliuyun also found an excuse to leave. There were only Tang Yan and Yan Qingyi in the hall.

Suddenly, Tang Yan’s look became weird. What kind of medicine is sold in this Yanjia gourd? Is this going to be a beauty for him?

There is no need to let a Taoist come to the beauty plan?

Tang Yan was crying and laughing. Seeing Yan Qingyi got up and walked toward him. He was quiet and stared at her.

Undoubtedly, Yan Tsing Yi is indeed a beautiful woman, and it is a kind of dusty beauty that does not affect the human fireworks. It can not afford the slightest thought.

“Can you walk with me?” Zhu Lips lightly, Yan Qingyi’s voice is very light and light, and it seems that it does not smell fireworks.

When the beauty invited, Tang Yan refused without mercy, and he couldn’t say it, so he nodded and stood up.

Yan Tsing Yi did not have any extra words. He walked straight outside the door. Tang Yan followed suit and stepped behind. Looking at her back, he suddenly became interested in the Yan's lady.

Her identity, which she dreamed of, she did not cherish, and did not do the things of the rich second generation. Instead, she got out of the house.

I have to say that she is an odd number. For this kind of person, Tang Yan certainly has a curiosity.

The steps of Yan Tsing Yi are very slow, but each step is like using a ruler. It is not much more, not too bad.

Passing through the winding corridors and passing through a small doorway, the scene in front of you is suddenly open, and the steep cliffs and white clouds appear in front of you.

This is the beauty of Longxiang Mountain. Yan’s occupation of this feng shui treasure is really enviable.

Not far from the cliff, there is a small Taoist temple. This brick-and-black tiled Taoist temple is nestled in the woods and stands beside the cliff, adding a hint of tranquility to the forest.

"That is the Taoist temple of your practice?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

Yan Qingyi glanced and nodded gently.

"This is not in line with your identity." Tang Yan joked, in the identity of Yan Tsing Yi, even if he is a monk, he can not be in such a shabby path.

"A living thing, as long as there is a way in the heart, what is outside the body, is it big and small? What is the difference?" Yan Tingyi said faintly.

"Oh, it really is a monk, and the knowledge is really not like our laity."

"People? You may not be too self-sufficient. You are a repairer. How many repairers are there under the sun? I think you know better than me. You will understand that your identity is not simple. How can it be? laity?"

"No one can say that the repairer is not a laity, it is ridden by the vulgar, not like you, seeing the red dust, not a laity, what is it?"

Yan Qingyi looked at the clouds and clouds in the distance, saying: "I didn't see the red dust. The people who cultivated the road repaired the heart of the road. You don't have to look at the red dust, you can see everything, and then how to cultivate the road. This is the world road, and this is the world. The red dust is closely related, and only if you know the red dust, you can truly practice the road."

"Oh?"

Tang Yi exclaimed in a different place, but this is beyond the expectations of Tang Yan, it seems quite meaningful.

"There are thousands of ways in the world, each has its own way, and each person's path is completely different, but many people's ways are too vulgar, and exhausting their lives may not be able to understand what their own way is. What is your question?"

"My way?" Tang Yan frowned. He never thought about this problem. He walked along and experienced the ups and downs, but did he have a way?

Don Juan really didn't know the answer.

"You do not know?"

Tang Yan nodded truthfully: "I am a layman, I really don't like to ponder these complicated and profound things."

"No, it's just that your path has not yet manifested. When you go on step by step in the future, you will eventually understand your way. At that time, your achievements, your cultivation will take another step."

Tang Xiao smiled: "That would be a good idea for you. However, if you bring me here, isn’t it a matter of light?"

Yan Qingyi took back the distant vision, and then stared at Tang Yin intently. The four eyes were opposite. Tang Yan was now deeply stunned, and there was a realm of no desire, which was involuntarily caught in her eyes.

"Do you believe in fate?" Yan Qingyi asked.

"Fate?" Tang shook his head. "I don't know, but I know one thing. I believe in myself and believe in controlling my own destiny with my own strength."

"It seems that you are very confident."

"That's right." Tang Yan believed that his efforts could be exchanged for higher results. Now he believes that hard work can increase the cultivation, thereby enhancing his strength and mastering his own destiny.

"Everyone has his own destiny, and you are the same. Since there is a fate, it means that the heavens in the middle of the world are well arranged, and there are traces to follow, even knowing in advance."

Tang Zhen was dumbfounded and said: "Your rhetoric is exactly the same as the fortune teller on the street. I believe that you will go to fortune-telling, and the business will definitely be good."

If Yan Qingyi did not smell it, he continued to say to himself: "If you don't know the prophet, you know the fate of a person in advance."

"Oh, is there anyone in the world who has this ability?" Tang Yan asked casually.

Yan Qingyi nodded solemnly.

Tang Zhenran, I just asked casually, why did she nod her head so surely?

"Do you want to know your own destiny?" asked Yan Qingyi.

"Oh, do you really want to be a fortune teller?" Tang Yan laughed dumbly.

"Please answer me." Yan Tsing Yi is still serious.

Seeing her is not like laughing, Tang Yan’s smile gradually converges and looks at her suspiciously.

If she is not Yan Tsing Yi, Tang Yan will surely think that she has encountered a gods who are pretending to be ghosts, and immediately turn around.

Since she is not laughing, she is so arrogant that there is such a person who is not a prophet, that means she knows this person, or... she is this person!

Tang Zhen was shocked by his own inference. Although he was a repairer, he would have magical spells, but he did not think that he could not be a prophet, because that ability is too bad.

Now that I have the opportunity to know my destiny, what should I do?