On the other side, Xuanyun Pavilion_

Yun Zheng had played several games with him in Xuanyun Pavilion where the dean was at this time, and occasionally had a few conversations during this period.

The old man with white hair said slowly, "I haven't asked you yet, who taught you how to play chess?"

"My father." Yun Zheng had a slight smile on her face, and some scenes of her previous life were remembered in her mind.

"His chess skills should be very exquisite, after all, he can teach you so well." Wu Fang, the clan, said softly, then raised his turbid old eyes and looked at Yun Zheng, "Little Yun Zheng, do you know where your parents are now?"

Yun Zheng paused, "They should be guarding the cloud or Yaoguang."

The clan Wu smiled, "You guessed it right. They are indeed in the other two continents, so Xiao Yunzheng, are you going to participate in the exchange meetings of the three continents?"

"Master, you are the God of Qiongtian. Do you think I should go?" Yun Zheng bent his eyebrows and threw the question back to his choice.

Zong Renwu seemed to have expected her words, so he raised his hand and picked up the teacup on the small table next to him, and took a sip with a calm expression.

He put the teacup down.

"You'll go."

Yun Zheng held a black piece with two fingers, then placed it on the chessboard, making a crisp sound, as if hitting a person's soul.

She smiled and said, "I will listen to what Master said."

The clan's people saw that there was a cunning look in her eyes. They immediately lowered their eyes and looked at the chessboard. His eyebrows frowned slightly. Why did he lose again?

"I can't stop." The clan no longer sighed. He lost to his newly accepted disciple in every game. The news was spread and he let his face go wherever he put it.

"Thank you, Master, for your support." Yun Zheng smiled, suddenly remembered something, her smile gradually faded, and she looked up at the white-haired old man in front of her, "Master, can you help me count as someone?"

"explain."

"Imperial Year."

When the clan Wu heard this name, he was stunned for a moment, then put away the chessboard in front of him, and the tabletop was empty.

He said: "A teacher knows that you have learned the basics of mysterious arts before, and what a teacher is precisely based on mysterious arts is the foundation, which contains all things. Thousands of years ago, when I was a young man, I was guided by a mysterious predecessor to enable me to achieve my current achievements."

When the clan didn't mention that mysterious senior, his expression was full of sadness and incomparable respect.

Yun Zheng asked, "Where is that senior now?"

"I can't count her traces, and I can't even remember her appearance in my mind." The clan's eyes were dull. His biggest regret in his life was that he was unable to thank that senior well.

In fact, more than 20 years ago, he would help Di Lan perform soul transfer techniques because Di Lan had a trace of causal bond with him.

He has helped countless people, but he rarely sees someone with a causal bond.

After helping Xiao Yunzheng transfer his soul, his causal bond with Di Lan was indeed broken.

However, this causal bond was transferred to Xiao Yunzheng.

And very deep.

Perhaps, he owed Xiao Yunzheng in his previous life.

Wu, the clan, pulled his thoughts back, his eyes fell on Yun Zheng and continued to explain: "Divining and talisman techniques are just a kind of mysterious technique."

"Now, I want to teach you the real fortune-telling. This first fortune-telling is to calculate the current situation of Emperor Nian."

Speaking of this, the clan members had no way to take out a jade pen with runes all over the storage space, and there was an invisible force interfering with the airflow of the space.

Yun Zheng's eyes were slightly condensed.

This is a fortune-telling stroke!

At this time, Yun Zheng saw that the clan’s people had no jade pen to hand him the fortune-telling pen, so he heard him slowly say, “Try to hold the fortune-telling pen tightly.”

Yun Zheng's eyes remained on this jade pen with runes all over the body, then raised his hand and directly held the jade pen to make fortune-telling.

The moment she held it, a mysterious force rushed around her palm, almost about to cut off her skin, and her blood was boiling.

Zongren Wu was about to remind Yun Zheng, but saw her suddenly clasping the jade pen and suppressing the power of the jade pen with her own mysterious technique.

In just two or three seconds, the fortune-telling jade pen was already lying gentlely in her palm.

Yun Zheng raised her head, "Is that true?"

The clan's people were silent for a moment and nodded: "…yes."

When he first came into contact with the jade pen, his entire palm was cut by the power of the jade pen, and he dripped blood. The jade pen almost sucked the blood of his entire arm.

Only then did he manage the jade pen to make fortune-telling and make decisions with difficulty.

At that time, the mysterious senior said to him: "Talent is barely enough."

He was inferior to himself for a long time.

But in the years that he realized that his talent for fortune-telling was already top-notch, because over the past thousand years, even if many people have talent for fortune-telling, no one can hold the jade pen to fortune-telling.

Zong Renwu suddenly looked at her and praised sincerely: "Xiao Yunzheng, you have a good talent. Don't have any inferiority complex. You will be the first god in the future."

Yun Zheng: "..." Why does this sound like comforting her?

She lowered her head and stared at the jade pen in her hand, fell into thinking, and thought to herself: Is my talent for fortune-telling very low?

The sect Renwu's mood obviously increased a lot, and he asked in a light tone: "Can you change spiritual power and mysterious power?"

"meeting."

The sect’s people have no way: “Using the divination talisman as the guide, summoning the eight ways of the universe and the Kun, blocking the Zhou Ling, and using mysterious power as the carrier in the Dantian, the jade pen is fixed in the six gates of heaven and earth, and the three gates and four acupoints of the sky and day.”

"If there is blood relationship, the blood from the thumb is guided."

Yun Zheng nodded seriously, holding a jade pen in her hand, she outlined a fortune teller in the void, emitting a faint red light.

The next moment, her thumb was cut by spiritual power, and she pressed the blood on the jade pen and was absorbed in an instant.

The sect’s people looked slightly shocked and learned very quickly.

And the movement is particularly smooth.

After a moment.

A cold sweat broke out on Yun Zheng's forehead, and the jade pen in her hand suddenly stopped.

She looked at the talismans that were twisting together in the void.

——In the outer space, life is worry-free, and it is plagued by bad peach blossoms.

The sect's people saw no such thing, and felt the terrifying talent of Xiao Yunzheng's fortune-telling. He turned to look at Yun Zheng and said, "It seems that the Emperor Nian is also in the other two continents, but don't worry about Xiao Yunzheng, he has no worries about life."

Yun Zheng felt relieved.

As long as my uncle is alive, he can jump or run.

As for those bad peach blossoms, she believed that her uncle could handle them well.

Because when she was in the Holy Ruins, her uncle's bad peach blossoms never stopped. She still remembers the stories about her uncle and the love history rumors.

Yun Zheng smiled, "Master, it's very convenient to find someone to do fortune-telling."

None of the clans: "..."

The sect's people said seriously: "Xiao Yunzheng, don't read the little fortune-telling too much. During the battle, you can quietly give them skills based on their appearance, body shape and special features. If used well, three generations of descendants or three generations of ancestors will be affected."

Yun Zheng raised her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!