I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

The moonlight was bleak, the evening breeze was chilly, and in the empty attic, the silver-haired fairy lowered her eyes and stared into space, like a frozen statue of a beauty.

The complicated thoughts were more disturbing than the evening breeze. Ever since the witch pointed out the truth, Bei Ming Long Yue's heart could no longer calm down.

Wuyou did nothing wrong, it was himself who was wrong.

Even though she had been deceiving herself and repeatedly kept Xiao Wuyou by her side in the name of her master, Bei Ming Longyue knew in her heart that she was not Xiao Wuyou's Taoist partner after all and had no right to interfere with Xiao Wuyou's private life.

But Liu Feiyan and others are different.

No matter how immoral it is, it is their freedom.

Unless, I am the same as them...

Recalling that disgusting scene, Bei Ming Long Yue hated the monk's photographic memory for the first time, and her cheeks became slightly hot.

The beauty moved.

Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but pick up the teacup, wanting to take a sip of the spiritual tea to suppress the increasingly boiling restlessness in her heart, but when she opened her mouth, she found that the cup was already empty.

Putting down the teacup, the little fairy couldn't help but sigh.

What on earth am I doing?

Just then, a familiar voice came from the door.

"Young Master, can I come in?"

The amber eyes suddenly lit up.

"Enter."

Bei Ming Long Yue turned around slowly and wanted to start with some guidance as usual and return to the daily life between master and disciple.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Xiao Wuyou, there were four uninvited guests who sat down one by one with her.

Bei Ming Long Yue didn't say anything, but her cold eyes expressed everything.

Unexpectedly, Liu Feiyan retorted with a straight face, "As Wuyou's Taoist companion, it is only natural for us to follow her to pay respect to the senior, right?"

Su Lanyu smiled and said politely, "I guess the reasonable Grandmaster wouldn't mind, right?"

The two of them seemed to have rehearsed this beforehand, one soft and one hard, making it impossible for Bei Ming Long Yue to find any flaws.

Helplessly, she could only nod slightly to show her agreement.

"You are worthy of being my disciple. I am very pleased that we can have such a good relationship." Bei Ming Long Yue's tone was as calm as ever, but the look he gave Xiao Wu You was quite dark.

This evil disciple! Wasn't it enough that I spent the whole night with them yesterday?

Unexpectedly, Tushan Momo wagged her tail proudly: "That's right, you, as the master, are not as good as our master in this respect!"

Then Ye Qingmeng said meaningfully: "Perhaps you should consider this, it is a pity to have such a high level of cultivation but no fate~"

The four girls took turns to attack, and Bei Ming Long Yue was completely unable to cope with it.

Looking at the four girls surrounding Xiao Wuyou, he could only sit facing Xiao Wuyou. Although the distance between them was not far, Bei Ming Longyue felt that the distance between him and Xiao Wuyou suddenly became far away.

It was as if there was a sadly thick barrier.

At this time Xiao Wuyou spoke.

I thought my good disciple was going to come to my rescue, but he said calmly, "Little Grandmaster, Yan'er and the others are my Taoist companions, you don't have to worry too much."

Bei Ming Long Yue suddenly felt like he was hit by an arrow in the chest.

Tao, Taoist companion...

That's right, they are all Wuyou's Taoist companions, so it's normal for them to be so close to Xiao Wuyou. Although I am the master, I have no right to interfere.

"Let's talk business." Bei Ming Long Yue's voice suddenly became haggard.

Seeing that the young master's aura was weakening, Xiao Wuyou felt embarrassed to bully him any further.

In Ye Qingmeng's words, this is the exciting strategy.

Keep showing affection until it reaches the critical point, and then the little master will let go of her reserve and throw herself into your arms!

But everything has to be done in moderation. If the stimulation is too much, it will end up like killing the disciple in his arms or piercing his chest with a sword.

Xiao Wuyou was not in a hurry. He had already waited for several reincarnations, so it didn't matter if he waited for a little longer. There were indeed more important issues on this trip.

"Little Master, do you have any clue about the mysterious strong man who blocked your way?"

When it comes to business, Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes suddenly become sharp again.

"It's time to tell you."

"He is the master of the demon..."

"Something like the way of heaven?" Xiao Wuyou asked back.

The young master who had his lines taken away from him was startled: "You..."

"It can stop you and severely injure the four sect masters and a group of gods. Only the way of heaven can do that."

This is actually not difficult to guess. There are only a few big guys in the world of cultivating immortals. If you eliminate them one by one, no one can be a match for the young master.

Looking at the demon's methods that were obviously different from those of ordinary cultivators and his arrogant attitude, it can only be said that his master is a being that far surpasses the ancient powers.

A level higher than the immortals and demons who are undergoing tribulation?

The only thing I can think of is the way of heaven.

The girls looked at each other in awe. Although Xiao Wuyou had mentioned this to them before, they still couldn't help but get nervous when they actually heard the answer.

Bei Ming Long Yue ignored the embarrassment of being interrupted and explained to herself: "It's not just this time. The immortal cultivation family, the East Sea Dragon Clan, the Southwest Demon, every time there is the shadow of the Heavenly Dao."

"And what is the purpose of heaven?" Su Lanyu asked with a frown.

Bei Ming Long Yue glanced at everyone present and said in a deep voice: "Collect and influence luck!"

"Everything has its destiny. But as time goes by, there will always be someone who gathers a destiny far beyond that of ordinary people."

"So we can use luck to break this destiny and fight against the way of heaven?" Liu Feiyan asked a little anxiously.

But Bei Ming Long Yue shook his head.

"No, the Son of Fortune is also part of Fortune."

Having said this, the sword immortal's tone became more solemn and sad.

"Because they carry destiny, the life and death, separation, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the son of destiny are all burdened by fate and determined by the way of heaven."

"Therefore, if the destiny is not fulfilled, the son of destiny will die." Ye Qingmeng's expression became ugly.

Xiao Wuyou remained silent.

Even if he fulfills his destiny, the fate of the Son of Destiny will not be much better.

Among the many prophetic scenes in which he did not interfere, there were many scenes where the Son of Destiny fulfilled his destiny.

In a sense, it is more painful than death.

Yan'er went through a lot of hardships and became a divine phoenix, but lost her family.

The little fish endured hardships and tried his best to overthrow the Dragon King, but there was no one by his side.

Momo endured humiliation and became the Demon King, but had to die together with the demons.

Qing Meng accumulated strength and became a demon, but he was still no match for the Demon Emperor and ended up with his mind and body destroyed.

Perhaps they have extraordinary talents and opportunities, have gone through hardships, and achieved some great deeds, and are well-deserved "protagonists".

But in Xiao Wuyou's view, it is nothing more than one tragedy after another.

"How can I kill Tiandao?"

By the time I came to my senses, the words had already been spoken.

Several girls, including the young master, looked over at the same time.

Yan'er's face showed firm determination, Xiaoyu's face was full of worry, and Qingmeng's expression was a little complicated, with both relief and vulnerability.

The young master just looked at him deeply, his beautiful amber eyes filled with indescribable thoughts.

At this moment, Xiao Wuyou suddenly felt an indescribable softness in his heart.

Thinking back to the beginning of this life, I had to try my best to escape the life-and-death crisis in the prophecy, but before I knew it, there were already so many people accompanying me.

But at this moment, Tushan Momo's face changed drastically and she jumped up: "Wait, we are going to deal with Tiandao?!"

Xiao Wuyou almost fell down.

Chapter 7 That Kind of Thing

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After blocking a fox girl's mouth with pineapple cakes, the young master finally answered Xiao Wuyou's question.

"do not know."

When Xiao Wuyou heard this, his heart tensed up, but he immediately relaxed again.

It's not that we can't, it's that we don't know. This means there is still a glimmer of hope.

"I have fought with Tiandao before, and I did hurt him, but..." The silver-haired swordsman's eyes were covered with dust, and his tone was as depressing as a dark cloud.

"I'm sorry, I'm no match for him." Bei Ming Long Yue lowered his head, unable to speak.

This matter has always been a thorn in Bei Ming Long Yue's heart.

If he could be a little stronger and defeat the Heavenly Dao, perhaps Xiao Wuyou wouldn't have to suffer the pain of reincarnation for several lifetimes.

Putting aside the relationship between men and women, the most important thing that can help Xiao Wuyou is her invincible strength. If she loses even this, how can she still be called the master?

She suddenly didn't dare to face Xiao Wuyou, for fear of seeing disappointment in her disciple's eyes.

Unexpectedly, a gentle laugh rang in my ears: "That's amazing, you can hurt the Heavenly Dao, you are worthy of being the Junior Grandmaster!"

The young master raised his head in a daze and looked at the familiar face of his disciple. His eyes were as clear as lake water, without any falsehood.

"Is that so..."

"That's what I said! The little master is already very powerful! If it weren't for the little master, I would have been destroyed by the heavens long ago."

Listening to Xiao Wuyou's heartfelt sigh, Bei Ming Longyue couldn't help but feel a warm current flowing through her chest, and she felt that the cold night became softer.

"Little Grandmaster?"

Bei Ming Long Yue suddenly realized that he could not help but stare at his disciple's face in a trance.

Fortunately, she usually has no expression on her face, so others can't tell when she's in a daze.

She calmly withdrew her gaze, picked up the empty teacup in a serious manner, took a sip slowly, and then said: "In short, the way of heaven is very strong."

"It's fine if I can be killed. I'd like to defy the will of heaven for a while!" Liu Feiyan rubbed her hands, eager to try.

"However, the way of heaven is not omnipotent, but there must be some limitations, right?" Su Lanyu asked with narrowed eyes.

"Otherwise we would have died long ago." Ye Qingmeng shrugged, obviously caring about this too.

Bei Ming Long Yue nodded slowly: "That's right."

"The Heavenly Dao cannot directly interfere with the world of immortal cultivation, so it has to rely on the Heavenly Demon as an agent."

"Although that guy is troublesome, he is not that powerful, right?" Liu Feiyan was a little curious.

The demon's hard power is not so strong that it is impossible to resist, but his strength lies in the variety of methods he has. His countless magic weapons and secret techniques are like flowing water, which makes him really difficult to deal with.

Not to mention the young master, Xiao Wuyou is confident that he can defeat the demon in a one-on-one fight.

Xiao Wuyou knew that the junior master was about to say "but".

"However, as the fortune of the world changes, the Heavenly Dao seems to have broken some shackles, and its power has become stronger and stronger, so that it can take action personally..."

"Although I was able to repel him this time, I'm afraid he is not far from completely breaking free from his shackles."

Xiao Wuyou said in a deep voice: "And he will definitely not let us go."

The so-called way of heaven is the order and rules of time.

The devil has made direct and indirect moves many times, and it is obvious that he is not happy that the son of fortune can change his fate.

Then his master will probably not let these sons of luck go.

Everyone realized this, and the atmosphere in Moon-Watching Pavilion became solemn.

Even the most warlike Liu Feiyan understood that Tiandao's strength, which allowed him to defeat the Sword Immortal, must far exceed that of any other cultivator.