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Leaving the capital in three months?

There was a hint of hesitation in Chang An's eyes, but he did not agree immediately.

"Sure enough, I have already fallen into it..."

When Luo Qingmo saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he became more determined to take his disciple away from the capital.

So, adding fuel to the fire: "You don't have to agree to the terms of being a master, but if the third heavenly disaster really comes, no matter what the situation is, I will never take action.

Of course, even if she is not a teacher, Ren Pingsheng may still be safe and sound, after all, that strong man has blocked two catastrophes for her.

In addition, I would like to remind you as a teacher, never forget your original intention! "

The last four words are sonorous, powerful and carry great weight.

Chang An fell into silence and said nothing.

After a long time, she finally made a decision, bowed, and said in a lukewarm tone: "The disciple promised the master that he would return to the north with the master in three months. If the third heavenly catastrophe comes, the master will be asked to take action. Help.”

Seeing her promise, Luo Qingmo smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay."

The words just fell.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, a magnetic voice was heard in the room.

"lady……"

Ren Pingsheng!

Luo Qingmo was shocked and ran away without saying a word.

The fact that she was ravaged by Ren Pingsheng in front of her disciple has almost become a psychological shadow for her.

thus.

Now as long as Ren Pingsheng and Chang An appear at the same time, she will never stop at all.

Chang An felt a little funny when he saw his master running away.

However, thinking about the conversation between the two just now, I couldn't help but feel a little heavier.

"What's wrong ma'am?"

Ren Pingsheng's attention was always on Chang An. Seeing her looking worried, he asked.

Chang An raised his eyes to look at him. After a long silence, he suddenly said: "You want to know what face I have under my veil."

Under the veil...

Ren Pingsheng didn't expect that she would suddenly ask this question. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he showed a solemn look on his face and replied seriously: "For me, it doesn't matter what face is under the veil. What's important is the hand you hold." , I will grow old together with my wife, and as long as she doesn’t disappoint me, no matter how she looks, I will never disappoint her.”

There aren't too many sweet words, and it even sounds very simple.

But this is Ren Pingsheng's true thoughts.

Sincerity is always a must-win.

Especially for a more mature woman like Chang An.

If it were his sister-in-law, Ren Pingsheng might add some gorgeous words to make her happy.

As for Chang An, this is not necessary.

Seeing Ren Pingsheng's sincere face, Chang An's eyes moved slightly.

After a few breaths, she finally made up her mind and reached out to lift the veil from her face.

Underneath the veil was an extremely ugly face.

He has an oval face, but his facial features are crowded together and constantly changing, making people feel physically and mentally uncomfortable just by looking at him.

If you stare at it for more than three seconds, you will feel a surge of fear deep in your heart for no reason, as if the person standing in front of you is not a person, but some extremely terrifying monster.

Even though Ren Pingsheng was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but look away when he saw Chang An's disfigured face.

only.

Before that, he had already made up his mind to use his own method to reduce the harm caused by disfigurement to Chang An as much as possible.

No matter how terrifying this face was, he still did not move his eyes away, looking straight at Chang An without saying a word.

In fact, he originally planned to put on an affectionate look and then say some sensational words.

But seeing Chang An's face, those words could not be uttered no matter what.

the other side.

Chang An saw that Ren Pingsheng's cheek muscles were slightly tense and he was holding back tears so much that he still didn't look away. He couldn't help but feel warm and at the same time feel a little funny.

"I won't torture him anymore..."

She smiled, put on the veil again, moved lightly, came to Ren Pingsheng, and asked softly: "Now, do you still think so?"

I thought Ren Pingsheng would forcefully agree.

But I didn't expect it.

The words just fell.

Ren Pingsheng held her in his arms.

Without saying a word, he pulled off the veil and kissed her fiercely.

"Well……"

Chang An didn't expect him to do this at all, his pupils shrank slightly, and his face was confused.

Under the candlelight, the strands of green hair are soft and tranquil, and the shadows are charming.

Ren Pingsheng held her waist tightly, his palms were clear-cut, soft and slender.

Chang An tried to struggle a few times, but could not break free from his arms.

Warm breath hit my face.

His chin was pinched by a strong hand, which was stronger than ever.

As his breaths intertwined, Chang An's beautiful eyes gradually became mist-filled, and his cheeks turned red.

Unexpected electric current surged all the way from the tail vertebrae.

She was so weak that she almost fell.

Fortunately, Ren Shengsheng's strong and solid arms held her waist from beginning to end.

Time passes minute by minute.

Chang An gradually sank into it, his eyes blurred.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Chang An looked at Ren Pingsheng with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Before he could speak, he picked her up by the waist and threw her onto the bed.

"I forgot to tell my wife that the little heavenly master has finished adding annotations to the second chapter of the Heart Sutra of Yin and Yang. I came to see my wife this time because I want to discuss with her how to practice..."

Hearing this, Chang An was slightly startled and his voice trembled: "But I haven't seen it yet..."

"No need to look, Madam I teach you."

Ren Pingsheng leaned down and kissed her gently behind the ear with a gentle voice.

Then, according to the content of the second chapter of the exercise method, he taught her to put on the training posture, and said softly: "It's very simple, madam, just kneel on both knees."

Chang An's pretty face turned red, her eyelashes were wet, her eyes were crimson, and her expression was dazed. She looked confused and didn't resist. She let him do what he wanted, telling herself in her heart: It's just practice...

The practice lasted for more than half an hour.

After it was over, Chang An curled up in Ren Pingsheng's arms, with unconcealable exhaustion in his brows.

to the opposite.

Ren Pingsheng seemed to be in high spirits.

He even felt that his strength had been greatly improved.

Not only because of the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra", but also because of the extra mysterious power in the body.

"Speaking of which, as a former Heavenly Daughter, Chang An must be well-informed. She may not know the source of the power in her body."

At the thought of this, Ren Shengsheng's eyes lit up.

Seeing that Chang An was almost resting, he asked about his doubts.

After Chang An heard this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his face became solemn.

But within just a moment, she regained her cool demeanor and said in a lukewarm tone: "If nothing else, it must be the power of luck."

The power of luck?

Ren Pingsheng was a little confused.

I don’t practice Confucianism myself.

Where does the power of luck come from in the body?

Just when I was confused, I heard Chang An explain: "This power of luck does not belong to the three tribes of humans, demons and barbarians."

This time.

Ren Pingsheng was even more confused.

Could it be possible that the power of luck that does not belong to the three human-monster clans could come from the secret realm?

Immediately afterwards, Chang An said: "Perhaps they are from other races in the secret realm."

Ren Pingsheng: "..."

Although he felt that this conjecture was somewhat unreliable.

But still think seriously about the possibilities.

"If it is true, as Chang An said, that the power in my body comes from the power of luck in the secret realm, doesn't it mean that someone in the Yunlong secret realm worships me as a god and offers incense to me?"

Spiritual energy coexists with heaven and earth.

The power of luck is acquired. To be precise, it is a force condensed by the devout beliefs of countless people, also called the power of incense.

This force is extremely powerful, and the body of an ordinary monk can hardly bear it.

thus.

If you want to use this power, you must use something.

For example, the Confucian system, which focuses on the power of luck, relies on the Holy Temple.

The power of luck gathers in the holy temple.

Confucian monks use the holy temple to practice, and every promotion must pass through the holy temple.

Only by reaching the extraordinary state can one use the power of luck without going through the temple.

They themselves are the containers that carry luck.

thus……

If Chang An's guess is true.

In the future, when the power of luck continues to increase and reaches a certain level, Ren Shengsheng's physical body will not be able to carry this power at all, and will eventually be crushed and die.

Therefore, it must be stripped out of the body before it grows stronger and transferred to some object.

This is the thought.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Chang An and asked in a deep voice: "In my opinion, madam, if this is really the case, how should I deal with it?"

Chang An looked solemn and shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't know either.

Ren Pingsheng sighed in his heart and thought: "If it really doesn't work out, I have no choice but to go to the Holy Temple and ask for advice on how to offer wine at the Holy Temple. I wonder if he is willing to answer my questions."

He raised his eyes and glanced out the window.

The sky was still gray and it was hard to tell whether it was noon or evening.

It’s still early, so it’s better to do it again.

Ren Pingsheng thought this, turned to look at Chang An, stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms, and said softly: "Madam, I haven't practiced the first move today..."

There was a hint of fatigue in Chang An's brows, and he let out a soft hum, but did not refuse.

outside the house.

The autumn wind whistled by.

inside the house.

The candlelight flickered slightly.

…………

It was early morning the next day when I came out of Chang An's house.

After daily practice.

He suddenly remembered that he had not visited Little Heavenly Master for two days and did not know whether her condition had worsened.

If it really comes to the point of no return.

I should also write a letter and send it to Longhu Mountain to inform the Heavenly Master about this.

Thinking of this, he got up and went to the Little Heavenly Master's residence.

"Your Majesty..."

Qiu'er was cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and when she saw Ren Pingsheng, she couldn't help showing joy in her eyes.

"Miss Qiu'er."

Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly in response, and then asked, "Where is Miss Mu?"

Qiu'er pointed to the house: "The wind has been strong these days, and Miss is reading in the house."

Ren Pingsheng nodded, said no more, and walked into the house.

Pushing open the door, he saw a little Celestial Master in a green gown in front of the desk, holding an ancient book and reading carefully in front of the candlelight.

"Miss Mu..."

A soft cry.

Mu Rou looked at Ren Pingsheng with a gentle look on her face. She opened her mouth and was about to speak when she suddenly noticed something and a look of surprise appeared in her eyebrows: "Why does Mr. Ren have the power of luck?"

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was slightly startled.

The Little Heavenly Master actually thinks that the power in his body is the power of luck?

After a little thought, he decided to relay the content of his conversation with Chang An to Mu Rou and listen to her thoughts.

After all.

Although her cultivation is not high, she must have some knowledge as a little heavenly master.

"To be honest..."

In the next incense stick of time, Ren Pingsheng explained the source of the power in his body and Chang An's guess in full.

Mu Rou listened carefully.

When he finished, he said seriously: "His Highness Chang An's guess is not without reason. In fact, there was a similar situation more than a thousand years ago. After a cultivator entered the secret realm, he was regarded as a god by the natives in the secret realm because of his various spells.

Twenty years later, he found that there was an extra power in his body, which was the power of luck."

There is such a thing.

Ren Pingsheng couldn't help asking, "What happened to him later?"

"Later, the power of destiny continued to grow in his body, and eventually the world's heavenly way could not tolerate it, and a heavenly tribulation was sent down. He overcame the tribulation three times, and finally fell on the fourth time, stopping at the second rank."

Mu Rou said this and added, "According to ancient records, although that cultivator was only a second rank, because the power of destiny in his body was very strong, his actual combat ability was the strongest in the world, and even a first-rank cultivator could hardly compete with him."

Heavenly tribulation?

Ren Pingsheng was stunned again when he heard these two words: "When a super cultivator breaks through, they will all attract a heavenly tribulation, right?"

Mu Rou explained, "That's true, but ordinary cultivators will only attract one heavenly tribulation when they break through, and that cultivator, in addition to the two heavenly tribulations when he broke through, he also experienced four more heavenly tribulations."

Damn!

So.

Because of the existence of the power of destiny, I may attract a heavenly tribulation before I break through to the super ordinary?

Realizing this, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but swear in his heart.

After Mu Rou finished speaking, she soon realized the seriousness of the problem. She frowned slightly and said in a heavier voice: "This kind of luck power is a double-edged sword. If it is used, it can greatly improve strength, but it will also bring more hardships, such as heavenly tribulation.

In addition, Master Ren must learn how to use this power."

Ren Pingsheng asked: "Is there a way to strip this power?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Mu Rou said in a deep voice: "The power of luck is condensed by devout faith. If Master Ren does not want this power, there are only two ways. One is to One is to enter the Yunlong Secret Realm again, find out the race that believes that Master Ren is a god, and find ways to make them give up their faith, or the other is for that race to die out. "

Ren Pingsheng asked again: "Can't we build a building similar to the holy temple and place the power of luck on it?"

Mu Rou said: "The reason why the holy temple can carry the power of luck is that the Confucian saint has fallen, and there are still countless people who believe in Confucianism. If the Confucian saint is still there, the power of luck in the holy temple will return to the body of the Confucian saint."

"..."

Ren Pingsheng's mouth twitched, and he was completely speechless.

It feels like this thing is still a dog-skin plaster, and it can't be thrown away.

The next second.

He suddenly thought of something, and looked out the window, his tone was extremely heavy: "The thunder and lightning in the past two days, could it be related to the power of luck in me?"