Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 550 Unpredictable Prophet
"What's the matter, son?" Zhenjun Duoze asked softly.

The youngest son was named Shi Yuan, he was born with few words, was weak and sickly, and his spiritual roots were extremely poor, perhaps only a few hundred years old, so the whole family was very tolerant and patient towards this youngest son.

Shi Yuan pointed to the place where his mother and Wu Xingyun were, and rarely opened his mouth and said: "Big platform."

"What big platform?" Zhenjun Duoze was a little confused. There were only two stone piers at the place where Wu Xingyun chatted with the Taoist couple, not even a larger stone table.

Shi Yuan suddenly cried and repeated: "Dataizi."

"Stop talking, son." True Monarch Duoze's lover's complexion changed slightly, and immediately moved over when he heard the sound, raised his bare hand, wiped away the tears on Shi Yuan's face, and comforted softly, "It's okay, son."

Wu Xingyun stopped a little far away, with a complicated expression on his face.

Zhenjun Duoze glanced at these two women, and then at his beloved son. He always felt that these two women had something to hide from him, so he contacted his apprentice An Qingjin to discuss.

Right now, on the peak where Zhenjun Duoze was, the two women talked about everything, but Zhenjun Duoze, the master and apprentice, seemed like two outsiders.

An Qingjin retreated in the cave.

With the children growing up, the An family is thriving, but it lacks high-level combat power. As the only single golden spirit root in the An family, he also practices a high-level metal-based exercise created by the An family. Of course, he is expected to be high.

In addition, An Qingli gave birth to a baby in her early [-]s, which had a great impact on him.

He can accept being compared by An Qingli, but he can't be let down by An Qingli too much, otherwise the difference in cultivation base will be too big, and it would be too embarrassing to stand next to An Qingli like a servant in the future.

"What is the master's order?"

After receiving a message from Master, An Qingjin temporarily left the customs and went to Yiju.

Thinking of the scene where his youngest son suddenly burst into tears, Zhenjun Duoze's face became a little dignified, and he uttered the guesses that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

"Qing Jin, tell me, is it possible that your junior brother, like your Taoist companion, has the ability to predict the future?"

An Qingjin, who had a strong figure, was startled: "Why did Master say that?"

In recent years, he has often retreated in seclusion, and he has had little contact with that junior brother.

In addition, the junior brother didn't like others to approach him. He seemed to only see his father and mother, as well as some ants and flying insects, so An Qingjin didn't take the initiative to approach him.

Zhenjun Duoze sighed and said: "A few times, my junior brother suddenly opened his mouth, pointed at someone or a certain place, and said some inexplicable words. Prevent."

An Qingjin pondered and said: "Master, what do you mean by your words, the wife may know about it, but she didn't tell the truth?"

True Monarch Duoze nodded heavily, and said with emotion: "Perhaps you and my master and apprentice both married the blood of the witch clan. It's just that your blood was deprived of it. A son with the blood of the witch clan."

According to the ancient records, among the Wu tribe, the yin is prosperous and the yang is weak, and the men with pure blood in the Wu tribe are all congenital deficiencies and die young.

This son of his was born weak, if it wasn't for the elixir peak's medicines and constant nourishment, he probably wouldn't live for a long time.

An Qingjin's complexion was also solemn, thinking of Wu Xingyun, who was withdrawn, but suddenly fell in love with his wife, and his master was not a person who talked nonsense, so he probably believed Zhenjun Duoze's conjecture.

"Leaking out the secret will shorten your life." An Qingjin said in a deep voice, "Master's wife loves her son dearly, maybe this is the reason why she doesn't let my junior brother paint and reveal the secret."

"Exactly." Zhenjun Duoze said worriedly, "But this time, your little brother, watching your teacher's wife and your daughter-in-law weep, should have foreseen something bad to happen."

"Is it still related to Xingyun?" An Qingjin also suddenly became nervous, "Then I will go back and inquire immediately, and I must confirm this matter."

Zhenjun Duoze nodded, then remembered something, and reminded him: "A few years ago, when your alchemist Anjia was going through the thunder calamity, Yuan'er suddenly pointed at her and said that she had flown away."

"Fly away?" An Qingjin was shocked again, and asked anxiously, "How did you fly? Did you fly with wings, or sat on a monster, or was hijacked to fly?"

"How could it be possible for her to grow wings and fly by herself? She is a human race, not a bird." Zhenjun Duoze retorted immediately, and then said helplessly, "Yuan'er just said a word and flew away, and there is no further news. If Yuaner's witch clan blood Confirm, you'd better warn your alchemist."

An Qingjin cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Master, for your reminder."

Zhenjun Duoze was preoccupied, and said: "At that time, Grandmaster was also present, and Yuan'er pointed at Grandmaster again, wanting to say something, but I stopped him. Now that I think about it, I'm really afraid that something bad will happen to Grandmaster."

The Grandmaster concerns the entire sect, and no accidents can happen.

An Qingjin comforted: "The grandmaster's luck is amazing, there shouldn't be any bad things happening, maybe it's a great thing."

"I hope so." Zhenjun Duoze sighed, and suddenly remembered that six years ago, his son suddenly pointed at a Huashen Taoist and said "grandson".

At that time, when the word "grandson" was uttered, the other party was extremely unhappy, thinking that the child had no respect for his elders, and deliberately scolded others.

But now that Lord Huashendao has successfully recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan, and has become the grandson of another Lord Huashendao, and has inherited a large amount of cultivation resources, which can be regarded as a windfall.

It can be seen from this that what his family Yuaner foresees is not necessarily a bad thing.

I hope that what happened to Grandmaster Mu Sheng is a good thing.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit oppressive, the master and apprentice were relatively silent, An Qingjin said suddenly: "It is foreseeable, but it does not mean that it can be changed. Maybe what should come will come. If you block it, it may come even worse. Master Just relax."

Thinking about what Wu Xingyun might encounter in the future, Zhenjun Duoze said to An Qingjin, "You need to keep this in mind."

An Qingjin's expression changed, his Taoist companion had a bumpy road to cultivation, and he really didn't want her to go through too much wind and rain again.

Zhenjun Duoze patted An Qingjin on the shoulder, and did not forget to tell An Qingjin: "Let us know about this matter for the time being, and don't disclose it to outsiders. As for your family's An Dan master, there is no need to tell him. Details."

An Qingjin nodded in response, drove Dunguang back to her cave, and went to look for Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun is not good at lying, every time An Qingjin asks the other party whether something is true or not, he can tell the clue from the other party's expression.

This time when An Qingjin found Wu Xingyun, he asked straight to the point: "Little brother Shi Yuan is just like you, he has the blood of the witch clan, right?"

Wu Xingyun was caught off guard by the question, his eyes dodged, and he turned his head guiltily.

An Qingjin sighed in his heart: "Oh, it's true."

(End of this chapter)