There are several types of people in this world that cannot be understood and their lives cannot be calculated. The first type is the emperor. All emperors are ordered by heaven. Whether it is Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Guiguzi or Zhuge Liang, they dare not explain the fortune-telling for the emperor, because they can't afford to count, unless they dare to sacrifice their own life to calculate.

Just like when the emperor issued an imperial edict, there would be a saying at the beginning of the emperor's edict, "The emperor's edict is said, "That means that the emperor is recognized by the heavens, and no one below the heavens can interpret the emperor's orders."

There was only one person in history who dared to tell fortunes to emperors. No one knew what his surname was. He only knew that everyone respectfully called him Clay Bodhisattva. He once calculated his life for the emperor, but the result was that there were poisonous sores on his face and ulcers all over his body, blind eyes and crooked noses. Since that time, Clay Bodhisattva has been living in stagnation.

In addition to the emperor's fate, there is another type of person who is about to die, also called death. This person is about to die, and his fate has been given by the King of Hell. If you break the fortune teller for him, wouldn't it be against the King of Hell?

If the King of Hell asks you to die in the third update, how can you stay until the fifth update? This sentence is not said for no reason. If any fortune teller dares to explain fortunes and tell fortunes for someone who is about to be buried, even if he can continue his life for one more minute, the King of Hell will definitely let you know a truth, that is, nozuonodie.

Except for the emperor's destiny and dead people's lives, the remaining one is Wang Jingzhe, and people who are punished by heaven cannot count it!

At this time, Sun Yang fell to the ground and had a weak breath, his veins were messy, and there was still a trace of blood left at the corner of his mouth, which was obviously a bit like a breath.

After taking his pulse for him, Chang Zijing frowned and said, "A person with the word "medical pulse" should be able to arrive tomorrow morning. Lao Sun's problem lasted until tomorrow morning. His life was fine. It might be that his soul was damaged and his heart was exhausted."

After saying that, Chang Zijing looked at Wang Jingzhe with horror and said in disbelief: "The hexagram is chaotic, that is not enough. Lao Sun forced you to explain the hexagram and then he got himself in. You must not be an emperor's order. You are not a dying person like this, so there is only one possibility left... If you are punished by God and God does not tolerate you, naturally no one can count you. This is impossible. Who are you?" Kujiang %Net.g.com.g only qd genuine n, = %-he %K are all pirated s^0u?

Wang Jingzhe carried his hands on his back, leaning down at a forty-five degrees angle, and his words revealed a strong sense of pretending: "I am not even afraid of God, are you still afraid that you will count me? Is there a lot of fun fighting with God?"

"God, we can't fight, but you can't fight." Qi Zhengkun and the other two, Chang Zijing, who helped Sun Yang aside, came over to surround Wang Jingzhe.

The man outside the yard suddenly waved his hand at Qi Zhengkun and walked over to this side: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Huhu."

Wang Jingzhe has already tasted it. This group of people is led by the youngest man outside the courtyard. This man looks the youngest, but he obviously plays a dominant position every time he speaks.

"My name is Huhu, the mountain master of Xuanmen Mountain......"

Wang Jingzhe frowned immediately when he heard this. Each of the five veins of the Xuanmen has a leader. They each commanded one sect. In the Xuanmen General Hall, it is the same as the Five Constant Office of the United Nations. Although it belongs to the General Hall, it has great autonomy. Its status is similar to that of the head of Maoshan and the Tianshi of Longhushan. This man can become a mountain master at such a young age. It is definitely no worse than Cui Xuance, the most shining star called Nankunlun. His status may even be a little higher. After all, the other party is just the head of Nankunlun who is determined, and he has become the mountain master.

Hu Hu pointed to the bag that Wang Jingzhe straddled on his shoulder and said, "If I guess correctly, the one in your bag should be a pile of scissors or kitchen knives, right? The knife-maker has not been born for so many years, but now you stand up with great fanfare. I think that when you come to you, you should be the one who is the legendary sword-maker who will be punished by God every three generations, right? I guess again, since you have come out so arrogantly, it is probably not to experience life, but to solve the curse on yourself, right? Otherwise, you may not live to be thirty years old. When you reach thirty, this thirty year is a hurdle. For your generation of sword-makers, it is probably the intersection of reincarnation. If you can walk through it, you can put aside the curse from now on. If you can't get through it, everything will pass by. Is I right?"

Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and did not deny it: "You know a lot."

Mao Xiaocao, who was standing behind, suddenly looked at Wang Jingzhe's back with a look of shock, and his heart jumped wildly. Fanjing Mountain Tiandao Peak also had records about the sword-credit man.

"No wonder this guy looks stupid..." Mao Xiaocao frowned and muttered.

Hu Hu smiled and said, "The history of our Xuanmen is no worse than that of you, the sword-credit masters, and it may even be longer. The Xuanmen classics once recorded that the sword-credit master will inevitably be punished by heaven for three generations. There is no way. Who told you to know too much? And I also know that until now, most sword-credit masters cannot eliminate the curse on their bodies. It is like a tight curse brought by the heaven for you. It is too difficult to take it down."

"So what?" Wang Jingzhe asked with a frown.

"There are five veins of Xuanmen, and the inheritance of Xiedao is a single vein. Our disciples of the Five veins don't even know how many of them are. No one really knows how deep the five veins are. Even my understanding of Xuanmen is only 20 or 30. History has been going on for thousands of years. Who knows how many stories have been written in the classics of Xuanmen? Maybe there is something that can solve the curse of your sword people......" Hu Hu said quietly: "You want to live past thirty years old, and we want Lianshan and Guizang, how about it?"

Wang Jingzhe sighed and said, "You really drew a big cake for me. It's quite tempting. I can't help but want to open my mouth and take a bite."

Hu Hu said: "I didn't write a blank check for you. There are many classics in Xuanmen that no one can really read them thoroughly. I can't say what's possible here."

"You may be right"

“Think about it?”

"I don't plan to think about it. The cake is sweet, but unfortunately I never eat sweets," Wang Jingzhe said with a faint shaking of his head.
Chapter completed!