There was a crack in Feng Luo's usual calm expression.
He finally regained his composure and spoke in disbelief, "You...what did you say?"
Qin Tianjian is a god-like existence in the minds of the people.
His status was aloof and there was no need to bow when he saw the emperor.
It is a place that countless nobles and noble ladies would like to come to.
Why does it feel like a hot potato in this little girl's mouth?
Su Ruotang blinked: "I'm old and my ears are not good. You can go to Xinglin Pharmacy to see Dr. Changfeng."
As she said that, she glanced at Changfeng's worn robe and kindly added, "Don't worry, Dr. Changfeng charges very little."
Feng Luo: "..."
Is this a problem of old age and poor hearing?
She was obviously pretending not to understand!
What does it mean to have low fees?
Worried that he will default on his debt?
A faint smile flashed in Mo Ronyan's eyes, and he took the third prince's slender fingers to play with them. Yun Danfeng lightly touched the knife, "Your tea tastes terrible."
Feng Luo blew his beard and stared at him angrily: "Do you know how many people want to learn Qin Tianjian's mysterious skills?"
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes and looked at the round nails of the third prince's concubine, as if Qin Tianjian's mysterious skills were not as attractive to him as the third prince's concubine's hands.
He opened his thin lips lightly and continued to make more cuts, "I don't know."
"How many people are queuing up to eat in Linqinju?"
Feng Luo: "!!!"
Are these two people here specifically to make him angry?
His peaceful Taoist mind for decades was almost destroyed by these two people.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Luo recited the Heart-Cleaning Mantra silently several times to calm his Taoist mind and continued to fool...
No, he continued to persuade: "Mysterious magic is really mysterious, more mysterious than Gu magic."
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Sensing Su Ruotang's subtle movement, Feng Luo's eyes lit up, "The black line surrounding the Ziwei Emperor Star is related to the Gu technique."
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she raised her eyes and looked at Feng Luo, "Elder Feng means that Su Muyao is the person who will harm Ayan."
Feng Luo stroked his long beard with an inscrutable look on his face: "Buddha said, it cannot be said."
Su Ruotang was furious.
She rolled her eyes: "Xuanshu is from Taoism, right? Is it half a coin related to Buddhism?"
Feng Luo spoke in a slow tone: "Taoism and Buddhism do not separate families."
Su Ruotang: "..."
If Shakya Tathagata and I know this, they will knock on the coffin board and have a good late-night conversation with you.
Mo Rongyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are the benefits of learning mystical arts?"
Feng Luo looked at him deeply: "Was your last year on the battlefield very difficult?"
The color of Mo Ronyan's eyes turned cold, and his voice seemed to have been soaked in frost, "Elder Feng means..."
Feng Luo nodded: "Yes, that's because your fate is gradually being replaced."
"Can destiny really be replaced?" Su Ruotang's pretty face was full of shock.
In her previous life, she had indeed heard that some ancient families in China would change their fates.
But she felt that it was all lies.
In the new century that advocates science, ghosts and gods are all fictitious.
The color in Mo Ronyan's eyes darkened: "Elder Feng means that besides people from Qintian Prison, there are still people who know mystical arts?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Feng Luo's brows, and it disappeared in an instant, "I'm not sure either."
"In Qin Tian Prison, I am the only one who knows mystical arts."
Su Ruotang frowned tightly: "What will happen to Ayan if her fate is changed?"
Feng Luo said in a deep voice: "At the least, you will be in trouble, and at the worst, you will die innocently."
hiss!
Su Ruotang took a breath of air: "So Ayan's cold poison and heart-eating Gu were all due to his fate being changed?"
Feng Luo said helplessly: "Poisoning and poisoning are man-made disasters and have nothing to do with fate."
"But if we don't remove the mysterious magic from him as soon as possible, he will have to finish it sooner or later."
“It’s still going to end in misfortune.”
Su Ruotang: "..."
Why do these words sound so much like those of a charlatan?
Mo Ronyan: "..."
Are you sure that your father, who spends huge sums of money to support him every year, is really not a magician?
Feng Luo saw the weird expressions on the two of them and threw out his ultimate trump card, "And you, little girl, your fate has been replaced a long time ago."
"Although you came from another world, but your fate was changed, your soul will gradually become unstable, and the final result will be no better than his."
When Mo Rongyan heard this, a chill suddenly appeared in his eyebrows, his eyes were light and cold,
At this moment, the gentle and elegant young master suddenly transformed into a god who dominates everything in the mountains and snowy areas.
His clear voice was like cold jade falling into ten thousand years of ice, "Everything you said is true."
"I estimate that the soul that lived in this body ten years ago began to suffer many disasters and eventually died." Feng Luo said slowly:
"And the person who replaced her destiny will enjoy the glory and wealth on her behalf."
"Until the little girl's soul arrives, the loss of destiny and luck will not continue for the time being."
"But it won't be long before the fate continues to be lost."
Su Ruotang's eyes were icy cold, and he said word by word, "Su Muyao."
If the fate is really changed.
That would explain why after the original owner's mother died, the original owner's brothers and father would turn a blind eye to the original owner who loved her in every possible way.
Instead, he held Su Muyao in his hands.
Mo Rongyan's eyes were cold and without warmth: "How to solve the problem?"
