Bei Yang smiled, and without answering Yan Chixia's words, his eyes turned to the long wooden box leaning against the table.

"Master Yan, when I saw you coming yesterday, I carried the wooden box behind me, looking very tight. What is the stuff in your wooden box?"

Hearing Bei Yang's words, Yan Chixia's heart suddenly tightened, but the expression on her face did not change, and her right hand unconsciously placed on the wooden box.

"What is contained inside is just some common things. When walking outside, you must prepare for a while!" Yan Chixia said with a smile.

Bei Yang glanced at Yan Chixia, with a faint smile in his eyes, and nodded slightly: "So that's it!"

Seeing that Yan Chixia was very alert, Bei Yang no longer focused on the topic of the topic. After chatting with him for a while, he left from him with Dayong.

Looking at the departure of Bei Yang and Dayong, Yan Chixia frowned slightly.

"First I had a good time with that kind of thing, and today I came to me again. With that strange subordinate, Bei Yang didn't look like a good person no matter how he looked. It would be better to avoid contact with him in the future and be careful and be cautious."

On the way back.

Dayong said in a deep voice: "Master, do you want me to snatch the sword and scripture from Yan Chixia?"

Bei Yang asked with a smile: "The scriptures that can seriously injure the old demon of Black Mountain and the talisman sword that can cut the barriers between the world and the underworld. Do you think these two things can be possessed by Yan Chixia's strength?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Dayong's eyes: "Master, what do you mean is there another master behind Yan Chixia?"

Bei Yang shook his head: "There is no master behind Yan Chixia, but he has great luck! If you want to get treasures from such a person, we need to make long-term plans and not act rashly."

"Yes!" Dayong responded.

As the art of calculating fate became more and more sophisticated, Bei Yang found that his eyes began to change. From other people, he could gradually see some illusory things, such as luck.

However, what surprised Bei Yang was that he did not see any luck in Nie Xiaoqian.

...

Since they became wary of Bei Yang, Yan Chixia has rarely interacted with Bei Yang again. Although the courtyard where they lived is not far away, the two have met in a few times in the past ten days.

Half a month later, on July 12th, there are still three days before the Ullambane.

Bei Yang once asked Nie Xiaoqian what could she be reincarnated. Nie Xiaoqian told him that only in the Ullambana and the gates of hell can he be reincarnated in the chaos.

When Bei Yang heard Nie Xiaoqian's words, he knew why in the movie, Nie Xiaoqian had to be reincarnated on that day, because she missed that day and could only wait for the next year's Ullambana meeting.

After learning the news, Bei Yang immediately agreed to Nie Xiaoqian that on the day when she arrived in the Ullambana, she would let her go to reincarnate.

After receiving Bei Yang's promise, Nie Xiaoqian seemed more considerate and docile when serving Bei Yang during this period.

In the evening, a scream came from the entrance of Lanruo Temple.

"Yan Chixia, a timid rat, do you think I can't find you if you hide here? Get out of here!"

Bei Yang sat at the window on the second floor and looked at the door of Lanruo Temple. He saw a tall and thin middle-aged man dressed up in a strong outfit, holding a sharp sword in his hand, standing there.

"Brother Xiahou, you are so ecstasy that you are chasing here!"

Yan Chixia jumped out of the courtyard and landed in front of the door of Lanruo Temple. She held a long sword in her hand and looked at the middle-aged swordsman not far away.

"Yan Chixia, you are finally willing to come out and take my sword!"

Knock!

Without saying a word, the middle-aged swordsman drew out the long sword with his right hand and stabbed towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia frowned, and the long sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed, and a sword stabbed by the middle-aged swordsman was opened.

The middle-aged swordsman turned the sword in his hand and swept it horizontally, and he was about to cut off Yan Chixia's head. Yan Chixia lowered her head and dodged the sword. At the same time, the back of the long sword in her hand blocked the middle-aged swordsman's moves in the middle.

Then Yan Chixia jumped back and entered the yard of Lanruo Temple, setting a distance from the middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman did not allow him at all and followed him into Lanruo Temple.

Bei Yang sat by the window on the second floor, watching them fight with interest. For Bei Yang, who had once integrated a variety of martial arts and reached its peak in martial arts, the battle between the two was not very outstanding.

However, Bei Yang found that during the fight, the luck of the middle-aged swordsman continued to decrease, while Yan Chixia's luck did not increase, and the luck of the middle-aged swordsman seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

The sky gradually darkened, and the two were still fighting hard.

At this moment, a wolf howl came from the woods in the distance, and then a little light floated out from it and approached Lanruo Temple.

Bei Yang's eyes left Yan Chixia and the middle-aged swordsman and moved to that little bit of light.

The night had no effect on Bei Yang at all. He clearly saw a young scholar carrying a bamboo basket carrying a lantern, running towards Lanruo Temple with panic on his face, and looking back from time to time.

"Ning Caichen has arrived too! The three plot characters gathered together, and the plot is about to begin..." As he was speaking, Bei Yang's voice suddenly paused and he turned to look at Nie Xiaoqian beside him.

In Bei Yang's eyes, Nie Xiaoqian's originally ordinary luck suddenly became violently boiling and growing wildly like a fire poured on boiling oil. In just a few breaths, his luck was almost catching up with Yan Chixia.

Not only that, Bei Yang also saw that in the luck above Nie Xiaoqian's head, there was a pink silk thread that extended from the top of her head and sank into the void.

Bei Yang turned his head again and looked at Ning Caichen outside the Lanruo Temple through the window. He saw that the luck on Ning Caichen's head was also growing wildly, even more crazy than Nie Xiaoqian, and in the end he surpassed Yan Chixia in one fell swoop.

In the luck above his head, there was also a pink silk thread.

Seeing this scene, Bei Yang's face looked slightly ugly.

Although he and Nie Xiaoqian were just sleeping, they made a pink silk thread for no reason. What the hell is this?

"Hey, that scholar is very kind-hearted." Nie Xiaoqian exclaimed lightly.

When Bei Yang heard this, his face became even more ugly. He closed his eyes and began to mobilize a hidden power in his body. This power does not belong to true energy, does not belong to mental power, nor does it belong to spiritual power, but a strange power.

This is a force that automatically emerges in his body as the technique of divination becomes more and more refined. Every day, it will only increase a little when he uses divination technique. Even if there is no spiritual energy around him, it will not be affected at all.

Under Bei Yang's mobilization, this force flowed out of nowhere in his body, condensed in his hands, completely wrapping his palms.

Bei Yang suddenly opened his eyes and a ray of light shot out, making the room brighter as daylight in an instant.

He raised his right hand, wrapped in strange energy, reached over Nie Xiaoqian, who was sitting next to him, and grabbed the strong luck and the pink silk thread.

Rumble

At some point in the sky, a huge dark cloud had gathered, and lightning flashed in it, faintly turning into an electric snake, thunder dragon, emitting extremely terrifying power. Even Bei Yang felt a little threat.

Ignoring the accumulated thunder clouds in the sky, Bei Yang's right hand unswervingly extended to Nie Xiaoqian's head and into the illusory luck.

Bei Yang's right hand could not touch anything like Qilu, but under the influence of that layer of white light, the luck above Nie Xiaoqian's head was rippled because of his right hand, and Bei Yang also clearly felt the obstacle.

However, Bei Yang had no intention of stopping. His right hand passed through the thick luck and touched the thin pink thread.

Nie Xiaoqian's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but take a step back, looking at Bei Yang with some horror: "Young Master, what are you doing?"

"Don't move!" Bei Yang shouted in a deep voice.

Nie Xiaoqian's body suddenly froze. Thinking of Bei Yang's terribleness, he stood there honestly and did not dare to move.

Bei Yang reached out and grabbed the pink silk thread and pulled it out with force.

"ah"

Nie Xiaoqian let out a cry of pain and covered her left chest with both hands: "My heart hurts so much!"

"Hmph, it's just fate. What's the point of feeling sorry for?" Bei Yang said coldly.

In his hand, the pink silk thread kept twisting, and the tip was as red as blood, as if it had stained Nie Xiaoqian's heart blood.

Click!

A flash of lightning struck down, directly splitting the roof of the second floor, forming a big gap, strong wind pouring in, heavy rain pouring down, pouring the Beiyang in the room through.

"Thunder strikes me?"

Bei Yang tied more than a dozen knots directly into the pink silk thread in his hand, then threw it aside, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky.

"Everything, you don't have to do it first. Let me see how much will the world in this world is!"

“Yes, Master!”

Click!

Another thunder and lightning struck down, heading straight for Bei Yang.

The speed of lightning was extremely fast, reaching one-two thousandth of the light, and fifteen kilometers in a second. Almost as soon as the clouds came out, he had already arrived above Bei Yang's head.

However, this speed was still within Bei Yang's reaction range. He took a step back, avoided the lightning, struck the floor in front of him, and exploded the floor.

Bei Yang glanced at the dark clouds filled with lightning in the air, raised his right hand and pointed the true energy in his body flew out, turning into a huge and complex rune above his head, absorbing the lightning and lightning free from the air, lit up a faint light.

In Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia and the middle-aged swordsman who were fighting had long stopped fighting and stared blankly at the strange phenomenon that happened here.
Chapter completed!