"It's okay, just talk about it, sometimes it's helpful to talk about the past. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qin Gang, who was silent for a while, talked about the original and Yan Xiaodie.

I didn't expect to either don't say it, and I can't stop talking about it, from the first encounter with her, to the gift of storage bags, to repairing "breaking the cocoon into a butterfly" for her, I talked about it, and it was relatively long.

It's all about happy details, and if you're unhappy, you simply ignore the past.

Hearing that several people were drowsy, Qin Gang didn't mean to stop yet.

One or two light coughs finally made Qin Gang stop.

Shang Yun, the youngest of the few people, finally couldn't help it, the quick-tempered iron head himself provoked Qin Gang's talk, so he was embarrassed to interrupt.

Now they won't do one more thing, that is, to ask Qin Gang's "sad past", except for wanting to listen to the endless nagging.

Shang Yun said again how he came to the ship, everyone thought of taking a look, isn't the reason obvious, less is not more, and he can't eat.

As a result, everyone thought it was even more weird.

"My father asked a good senior to calculate a hexagram, saying that there is atmospheric luck in the southeast, and if you forget it, the time and place is to go to sea this time, so I took a gamble. Shang Yun's words startled them.

How can you still believe in the words of the warlocks in the rivers and lakes, these are all mortal tricks, how can immortal cultivators still believe in these.

At this time, the iron head said that these things would rather be believed than not believed, but for this reason, he would never do such a big risk to take such a big risk.

Qin Gang thought that this was too much of a joke, and immortal cultivators were all fighting against the sky, believing how naïve these ethereal things were.

If there really is fate, then everything is predetermined by God or the way of heaven, and even what I do now and what I say is not my own will, but is pulled up by some kind of force to do so.

So what am I, the power of traction is the thread, everyone, whether it is ordinary people or high-ranking immortal cultivators, is just a puppet of the Heavenly Dao, how sad!

Qin Gang muttered to himself, and these people were silent.

"The predecessor of that good fortune is a master of the Dan period, and he has spoken many times about his fate, and I have experienced it myself. Shang Yun said this, and he tried to prove to everyone that this trip to sea was not a rash decision, but a deliberate one.

Since then, everyone has given him a nickname, Shang Yun, who believes in his fate.

"Whether fate exists or does not exist, meditation, spitting, earning spirit stones, retreat, and so on are all indispensable. Li Yangwu, who said little, said.

Everyone agreed with one voice.

Just as he was about to ask Tietou and Li Yangwu how they came to this coachman, Qin Gang found that the soup in the Dan furnace was gone, to be exact, there was not a drop left.

But at this time his stomach was also swollen, and everyone was more happy, and they were all full of food and drink, and they all went back to their rooms.

In the practice room, Qin Gang couldn't calm down and breathe, and he couldn't sleep, which was rare, and when Zhang Yifan had a thorn in his back before, he could also eat and sleep.

But today, after discussing fate with everyone, my heart is quite uneasy.

Qin Gang constantly denied the existence of fate, saying that the future is uncertain and there is no destined future.

He can be a former Xiucai, and he constantly reads about fate and luck in the subset of classics, and he is full of words, although Qin Gang scoffs at these classics, but he still thinks that the book will be open.

Today, I listened to Shang Yun's story again, according to the words of the "fortune teller", he gave up his good inner disciples and did not do it, and followed them to take such a big risk with a group of exiles.

It would be bad if it really existed.

Because the candidates who rushed to take the exam were popular to calculate before the big exam, Qin Gang was not exempt from vulgarity, and he also went to calculate, the fortune teller in the east of the village said every time that he would not win, and he said it every time.

also said that Qin Gang was a bitter gourd fate, and it was difficult to succeed in anything.

Is this my life, I can only walk a few steps to do anything, and I will never be able to walk in front of people?

Qin Gang slapped heavily on the wooden table, how could he be so fragile, he could believe in fate, but he must not be afraid of fate!

If Heavenly Dao really has a thread on me, then I, Qin Gang, will definitely cut off this thread!

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He sailed for several more months, encountering many storms and waves, and encountering several very strong sea beasts, but he survived them all unharmed.

During this period of time, with the blessing of the two seashell pearls, coupled with the resources that were far more abundant than before, Qin Gang's cultivation speed was simply flying compared to before, and he was already close to the next level, not far from breaking through.

Monks who beg for a living at sea know that calm days are always short.

On that day, the coachman was driving quietly on the sea, the sun was shining, and Qin Gang was lying lazily on the deck, enjoying the comfort of the sea breeze gently blowing on his face and the sun shining on his face.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap, and the sky that had been clear just now was instantly cloudy, and it rained heavily, very, very much.

It can be described as a "bolt from the blue", and he found that everyone looked at all this in amazement, and even the head and mouth were raised.

Rain, it should not be a pillar of rain that is hugged by one person, falling on the sea and making a loud noise.

The lightning was constantly changing in the air, as if the Heavenly Dao was slapping the sky with its hands, and the slapping sound was very loud.

Then came the thunder, almost bursting their eardrums.

The rain revealed a pungent smell, falling on the body, very ground, at this time I wonder why my parents don't give themselves an extra pair of hands, so I can scratch it.

"Hurry up, don't pick, be careful of piercing the skin, hurry up and let the coachman dive. The leader roared, and his hands were not idle at all, but his figure kept flashing here and there, and hurriedly covered the board.

"This is a rain of blood, and it hurts the monk a lot. The anxious voice echoed everywhere.

It was a hard job to get the boat down again, and Qin Gang immediately acted after hearing it, passing through several water columns, each of which seemed to be a knife, stabbed in the body, but he had to go.

The sail must be removed in order to dive.

roared, rushed over, endured great pain, succeeded,

Shang Yun, who believed in his life, and Li Yangwu, who was silent, were both loading wooden boards, but because the rain pillar was too big and poisonous, it was a double achievement.

The iron head was tearing down the mast, and everyone was doing one thing, which was to desperately seal the coachman so that he could dive into the sea.

Seeing that this was not going to work, the bare-shouldered head took out a fan-like spiritual weapon from the storage bag and kept fanning it up.

At this time, a huge wind was generated, and the pressure of these huge rain columns that shifted out of the boat was suddenly reduced.

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