The boring waiting is undoubtedly the most painful and stressful, because no one can predict what will happen next.
The ambiguous ending, good or bad, life or death, all depends on God's will.
Zhufeng held the jade tablet in his hand and sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his breath and pouring his energy into the jade tablet to predict good and bad luck.
Ziyang and others gathered around him, staring closely at Zhufeng, who had a solemn face and was covered in sweat. The sweat flowed down his cheeks and fell silently on his clothes.
However, after working hard for a long time, he did not know how much fluid power he had sent into the jade tablet. However, the jade tablet he held tightly in his palm remained unchanged, just like an ordinary piece of jade, which had lost its previous function.
Jia Juesheng glanced at the bare jade plaque, then pulled Ziyang aside and whispered, "I don't think he can figure it out."
"How did you know? I think Zhufeng is about to succeed." Ziyang said very optimistically.
Jia Juesheng said in detail: "You don't understand. The divination prophet's divination ability is limited. Not everything can be calculated. Miscalculations and inability to calculate are all very common for divination prophets."
Zi Yang said naturally: "You have to choose to believe others. The matter is not over yet, and no one can predict the outcome. Even if you know the bad ending in advance, you still have to use your own power to change it. I can't do it anyway." Accept fate."
Pei Yuan saw the two of them whispering for a long time, so he walked over with doubts and asked: "What are you two talking about here? Are you making it so mysterious?"
The three of them talked to each other, not knowing what they were discussing. Gradually, they began to point fingers, as if they had a disagreement.
Xiaohai and Fei Xiaoyuan obediently stared at Zhufeng, looking left and right. As they looked, they yawned.
Qiu Qianqian and Hua Yao sat together, quietly looking at the slightly impatient Ziyang, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes.
Pei Yuan stood beside Zi Yang and said with a smile: "Me, I don't have any dreams. I didn't eat any good food when I was a child. Now, I am satisfied if I eat all the delicious food in the world."
Jia Juesheng, standing on the other side of Ziyang, asked: "Ziyang, what is your dream?"
"Me?" Zi Yang stared at Jia Juesheng for a long time.
Seeing that he was slightly dissatisfied, Jia Juesheng asked again, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Zi Yang frowned slightly and said, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that you actually forgot about such an important thing?!"
Jia Juesheng looked at a loss and said, "Zi Yang, where did you tell me? Why can't I remember?"
After hearing what Jia Juesheng said, Pei Yuan suddenly became interested and urged: "Zi Yang, please tell me quickly."
Zi Yang said with a smile: "When I was young, I only had two friends, Luo Yuan and Feng Lan. Therefore, my dream is to find more friends who can chat with me to relieve my boredom and take adventures with me on the road of cultivation."
Jia Juesheng nodded as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Oh! Yes, yes, yes, yes. When you were in Wu Zheng Town, you once said that you would find eight partners with different abilities."
Before he finished speaking, he felt two eyes looking at him. Jia Juesheng said: "Don't look at me, you two. I am a formation master. I study the formation patterns and create my own formations. This is my dream."
"Alas!" Just after the three of them finished talking about their dreams, a sigh came from behind.
"Did you fail?" Xiao Hai stared at the jade token that had not changed at all and whispered.
Fei Xiaoyuan nodded and replied: "It should be."
Zhufeng slowly put away the jade tablet, then moved his eyes to Ziyang, Pei Yuan, and Jia Juesheng, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry. My divination... failed."
Although his words were full of reluctance, this was something that couldn't be changed. If you couldn't do it, you couldn't do it. There was nothing to hide.
Besides, this was not the first time he failed in divination. This failure did not affect his confidence, but instead inspired his firm belief in success.
"Hahahaha!" The three of them stared at him for a while, then laughed.
Zi Yang and Pei Yuan just laughed, but did not say anything sarcastic to Zhu Feng, but Jia Juesheng was different. He not only made fun of Zhu Feng, but also made fun of him.
Jia Juesheng walked up to Zhu Feng, patted his chest gently, and said in a strange tone: "Hey, is this still the arrogant Zhu Feng? Why did he become such a ghost?"
Zhufeng stared at Jia Juesheng with a cold face and said unconvinced: "It's enough for them to laugh at me. Why do you, a damn cripple? What qualifications do you have to stand here and laugh at me?"
"First of all, you can't beat me. Secondly, you're not as handsome as me. Also, you're a dead cripple."
Jia Juesheng's smile did not diminish and he said: "You failed, why don't you make people laugh?"
Zhufeng said calmly: "You can laugh if you want. Anyway, I have failed too many times, and your laughter will not have any impact on me at all."
Jia Juesheng's face twitched a few times. He originally thought of using this method to motivate Zhufeng, but what he didn't expect was that his heart was not as strong as usual.
another place
Qiliang held a folding fan in his hand, pointed in the direction of Feijie, and shouted sternly to the disciples of the ghost sect around him: "Listen clearly to me! He is not our elder brother Feijie. If he is later If you dare to take action, you don’t have to hold back, let me fight! Do you hear me?!”
Silence, dead silence, no one among the more than two hundred disciples of the Ghost Sect stood up to respond to him.
"You...you are reluctant to kill him, he will kill all of us mercilessly!"
"Brother Feijie is already dead! He is already dead!"
No matter how Qiliang tried to enlighten them, they always remained silent.
At this point, Qi Liang understood that his words were of no use at this moment, and he could only place his hope on Qi Long.
Now, except for Qilong, I am afraid no one can persuade them.
Qi Long shouted loudly: "Qi Liang is right. Brother Feijie is dead and he will not come back again,"
"Since he is already dead, please don't insult him. Killing a disciple of the Ghost Sect with your own hands should not happen to him. This is disrespectful to him."
"Kill him and take his body back to the ghost gate. This is what we should do and what we must do."
A disciple of the Ghost Sect murmured: "Brother Feijie is dead. I will take his body back to the Ghost Sect and let him be buried as soon as possible."
Another disciple of the Ghost Sect said: "Yes. Brother Feijie was so kind to me when he was alive. It was his shame that I was killed by him. Taking him back to the Ghost Sect is what I want to do."
One, two, three. . . . . . The voices of killing Feijie gradually increased, but nearly a hundred disciples of the Ghost Sect still chose to remain silent.
Qiliang said worriedly: "This... Qilong, this is not going to work. The five of them are extremely powerful and have a high level. If we can't work together, we will suffer."
Qi Long said: "There is no way. It's not like you don't know the prestige of Brother Feijie in the eyes of the disciples of the Ghost Sect. I have said everything that needs to be said. They can't bear to take action against Brother Feijie, and I can't persuade him anymore."
Just when the two were helpless, a petite golden figure walked towards the brothers Qilong and Qiliang. Seeing this, the disciples of the Ghost Sect around them all gave way.
Fei Xiaoyuan stood in front of the two brothers, with his back to the disciples of the ghost sect. After a few breaths, he quickly turned around and knelt in front of the disciples of the ghost sect. He held back the tears in his eyes and begged: "Please kill him." , otherwise I can’t take my eldest brother home, please.”
Plop! Plop!
As soon as he said these words, the disciples of the Ghost Sect knelt down one after another and cried bitterly: "Young Master..."
Let me ask, when a high-ranking rich man is willing to give up his dignity and kneel down to beg his subordinates, is he still the same playful boy before?
In this life, some things can be lost, but some things, once lost, can never be found again.
Qi Long secretly thought, Brother Feijie, the young master has grown up, you can feel at ease.
Fei Xiaoyuan's actions reminded him of what Fei Jie had said to him in the desert ruins.
Feijie smiled and said: "Qilong, my brother will be born soon. I will be able to see him when we get out of the desert ruins."
"Brother Feijie, you are not a divination prophet. How did you know that the wife of the sect master is pregnant with a boy?" Qi Long shook his head and asked in confusion.
Feijie raised his hand and patted Qilong's head and said, "Intuition."
Qi Long rubbed his head, still not quite understanding: "Intuition?"
Feijie said carefully: "Forget it, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. In fact, I had a dream last night. When we walked out of the desert ruins and returned to the ghost gate, my mother was holding a big fat boy. Standing outside the gate of hell to greet me."
Qi Long said a little dullly: "Brother Feijie, dreams are all fake, how can they be true? If the wife of the sect master gives birth to a girl, your joy will not be in vain."
boom!
Feijie raised his hand and slapped him on the head. The difference from last time was that this time Feijie used some strength and hit Qilong's head with pain.
"Ouch!" Qi Long said aggrievedly, holding his head: "Brother Feijie, please be gentler next time. If you hit me again, I will almost be beaten stupid by you."
"Do you know it hurts?" Feijie stared at him and smiled.
Qilong still kept his head in his hands and nodded heavily.
Feijie looked at the setting red clouds and said with a silly smile: "Do you think my brother will be as naughty as I was when I was a child, disobeying my father and mother? Or even more rebellious than me?"
"Oh! If that's the case, then I, as the elder brother, will have to teach him how to behave."
Qi Long suddenly asked: "Brother Feijie, do you want to beat the young master?"
Feijie turned to look at him, then raised his hand as if to hit him, which scared Qilong and took a few steps back.
He put down his palms and said with a hint of sadness: "Why would I beat my brother? I want to teach him how to handle corpses, teach him to eat, teach him to walk, and teach him to be a human being... In short, I will be very busy in the future. "
Although he had a sad look on his face, he was looking forward to it in his heart and wanted to see whether his mother would give him a younger brother or younger sister.
"I really want to finish this experience as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible. I want to be like you and will be a brother soon. I hope he (she) can be born safely and let me, the brother, worry more, hahahaha ." Feijie was so happy that he almost jumped up.
