"I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me, it should be like this."

The Mansion of the Marquis of Wenwu, located in an exquisite wing room in the West Chamber, the sound of Lang reading aloud rose in the distance.

It's the winter moon, and the warm incense of the coals burns in the luxurious copper brazier, bringing warmth to the huge room.

There is a picture of mountains and rivers hanging on the wall, from a famous artist, which is in line with the trend of the ninety-nine states in the world, and the heart of the sky can be nourished by long-term viewing.

As you get closer, you can see a table blanket sewn from the fur of a snow fox from the far north and spread horizontally on a table top made of purple gold nanmu.

And a pair of slender knuckles are turning the book on them.

It was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

He was richly dressed, his complexion was ruddy, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, as if he had seen a poem in his heart.

The charcoal fire burned slightly, and the young man looked at it for two hours before closing the book and sighing softly:

"Although the poems are beautiful, they always feel like the illusion in the prosperous era, full of untruthfulness and untruthfulness."

He stood up and looked around at the ornate and hidden wings, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Knock knock."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a little guy gently pushed the door and said:

"Young Master Yi, the master asked you to go to his study."

"Father is back?"

This young man who was called Young Master Yi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it.

He knew that Hong Xuanji often didn't return home these days, but he didn't expect to come back quietly today.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Hong Xuanji for a long time.

"Wait for me for a moment."

For a while, Hong Yi tidied up his clothes again and again, and changed them into a sachet and hung it around his waist.

In front of the bronze mirror, his neat clothes were reflected, and the green smoke of incense that ignited diluted the ink on his body.

The boy knew that his father attached great importance to etiquette, and if his clothes were not in order, he would be scolded.

"Let's go."

It wasn't until half a pillar of incense that the boy nodded to the little maid and stepped out of the door.

He is the son of destiny in the Yang God World, Hong Yi.

Time flies, and since that year he came to the east with purple qi for 30,000 miles and came to the world, sixteen years have passed in a flash.

In the past ten years, Hong Yi has not shown any intention beyond ordinary people, although it caused a sensation in Middle-earth at the beginning, but over time, it will also return to ordinary people and not appear in the world.

When the world talks about it, it is only as if there were some changes in the world that day, and this young master of Hongfu was just born at that point in time.

In addition, after all, Hongfu is the family residence of Marquis Wen Wu, and even the current emperor has not asked much, and some sneaky people dare not come to explore.

"It's getting colder."

Hong Yi followed the guidance of the little servant, sighed into the palm of his hand, and walked quickly inside the mansion.

Although it was winter, this year's winter was colder than usual, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But no matter how cold the weather is, this huge Wenwu Marquis Mansion is not deserted at all.

This house covers an area of 100 acres, the terrain is extremely open, a statue built by a famous craftsman, according to the obscure formation of the formation, forming a situation of encirclement.

The water pavilion in front of the eaves bears water droplets when it rains, forming a scene of falling bead curtains.

When it is sunny, it shelters from the heat and dispels the heat, which is extremely pleasant.

Even the masonry on the floor was made of expensive blacksteel, making it difficult for ordinary martial artists to damage it.

And the servants and servants who walked by in a hurry in the house all had superb eyes, their temples were slightly raised, and they obviously had not weak cultivation.

The grass and trees in the Wenwu Marquis Mansion can be said to have achieved the ultimate style, and ordinary people can never reach it.

However, Hong Yi grew up here since he was a child, so he naturally didn't care much about what he saw in front of him.

Not long after, he walked to Hong Xuanji's study.

"Crunch!"

The crimson door reveals the extraordinaryness of this room.

As soon as he stepped in, Hong Yi restrained all his emotions and didn't say much.

The study is very elegantly decorated, with a large collection of books, and there is a screen in the center, on which there seems to be a painting of a woman whose face is invisible.

Hong Yi rarely entered this study, and the last time it seemed to be three years ago.

He walked past the screen and saw a man who was to be middle-aged, but his body was extremely energetic, and his face was seven images of himself.

At the same time, the man's eyes also looked at him.

"Father is well."

Hong Yi hurriedly saluted, only to feel that his father Hong Xuanji's eyes were becoming more and more difficult for him to remember.

It was as if he was a king of gods surveying the sky, and even if he looked at it levelly, it was not something he could bear.

Since he was born, although Hong Xuanji has been very good to him, Hong Yi always feels that his father looks at him by chance, and the eyes are a little scary.

It always seems to have a hint of sophistication, and it is full of a meaning that he can't understand when he was a child.

Until now, he had some difficulty grasping the meaning in his eyes.

A greeting, but Hong Xuanji did not answer directly, his eyes only fell sideways.

As a result, the atmosphere in the study suddenly became extremely quiet, and the pins could be heard.

"Didn't you go to Xishan to run a horse a few days ago, and your father found out?"

Hong Yi lowered his head, muttering in his heart, he didn't dare to come out, obviously thinking that something would happen today.

He even thought of secretly running out to have fun some time ago, and was discovered by his father after returning home.

"Yi'er, how are you reading?"

Just thinking about it, I saw Hong Xuanji suddenly speak.

As soon as his words fell, the heaviness in the air disappeared.

"I've been studying diligently lately."

Hong Yi's heart was relieved, but he didn't expect Hong Xuanji to ask himself anything else, but to ask this question.

"That is the Father, and he will test you today, listen."

Hong Xuanji was noncommittal, tapped on the table, and said:

"What is providence?"

"Providence..."

Hong Yi was having a look of complacency on his face, but after hearing this question, he suddenly froze.

Providence has been difficult to ask since ancient times, and this is something that every reader knows.

But even the old Confucians, who have learned the past and the present, dare not say that they understand the will of heaven.

How could such a question be answered by a young man who had just reached fifteen or sixteen?

For a while, Hong Yi didn't dare to look at Hong Xuanji, so he could only hesitate.

"Humph! I can't answer these questions, and I dare to say that I have been studying diligently? Well? ”

But suddenly, Hong Xuanji slammed the table, like a flat thunder, and the void that exploded faintly.

His calm face suddenly became as heavy as Xuanshui, and there was a trace of cold light in his eyes, and Hong Yi's body was weak.

"Father... Angry? ”

Hong Yi hung his head down again and again, and he didn't dare to come out, but he felt that Hong Xuanji was actually weird today.

What is providence, and how can he know?

I'm afraid that the medieval princes dare to say the answer!

For a while, a little panic and a hint of resentment slowly rose in Hong Yi's heart.

In the past ten years, although Hong Xuanji has been strict with him, he has never had such an angry attitude.

He has always been in awe of his father, but he is not, and he is not open.

"Go back and copy the Heart Sutra of Governing Things a hundred times, and if you don't finish copying it, you won't need it for dinner today."

Just when Hong Yi was worried, Hong Xuanji, who was angry, knocked on the table again, as if he sighed, but in the end he didn't continue to approach.

He waved his hand and motioned for Hong Yi to leave the study.

"The child is gone..."

Seeing this, Hong Yi hurriedly turned around and left, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and his clothes were wet!

"Father, what's wrong?"

Looking at the gloomy clouds in the sky, Hong Yi only felt that today's sun was extremely dim, and the sun did not bring any warmth to people, but was cold and bitter.

He didn't let the little guy go back to the room with him, but left silently alone.

As soon as he entered, he sat down at his desk, obviously not yet calm.

"Poetry and songs give me the ability to memorize thousands of articles, and collect papers, I am afraid that I can be in the poetry and scattered flower building. The subset of the history is also transparent, although I dare not say that even the three yuan, but the township test and the meeting test are not a problem. My father didn't ask me this, but asked me about God's will... It's hard! ”

Hong Yi thought of Hong Xuanji's sudden angry look in his mind, and at that moment, he seemed to see the fierce battlefield expedition, and even thousands of troops rushing to kill.

The kind of coercion that emanated from the depths of his soul made his heart shaken and difficult to calm down.

After that, he did not leave the room and began to honestly copy the penalty.

It wasn't until late at night that he put down his brush, and the tiredness and sleepiness in his eyes grew heavier.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see the Taoist Lord tonight..."

Hong Yi pushed open the door, looked at the starry sky in the night sky, and sighed to himself.

No matter how old they are, all intelligent beings can see the majestic Dao Lord in the infinite golden light.

However, you must be full of energy and spirit, so that you can withstand the pressure of the Taoist.

It wasn't until his mind matured that he was able to persist for ten breaths in front of the Daoist Prime Minister and obtain a Tiger Demon Powerful Fist technique.

This kind of exercise can be obtained even by some ordinary domestic servants in his family.

In addition, Hong Xuanji did not deliberately let him learn martial arts, and he did not take it to heart all along.

But today, he suddenly wanted to see the Taoist Lord again.

"If you are the Taoist master, you will naturally know what providence is..."

Hong Yi stood for a long time, until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and then he washed and went to bed.

As soon as his eyes closed, a deep sleepiness hit him, and he fell asleep in a short time.

The handover of light and shadow is endless.

When he opened his eyes, Hong Yi saw the almost endless grid in the void, and even a series of phantoms that seemed to flow like time.

The dreams of all beings in Middle-earth are filled with such images.

"Dao Master..."

Hong Yi stood still in the net of all beings, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he saw the Dao Master in front of him who he didn't know how many times he had seen.

The body is like the condensation of heaven and earth, the face is like a heaven and a man descending into the world, and with an incomparably lofty temperament and majesty, and a pair of horns on the head seem to be full of infinite power.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would be unstable today, and he could see this Dharma appearance.

"Praise the Lord."

Hong Yi saluted sincerely towards the Dao Master, and immediately a turbulent wind suddenly rose around him, and the coercion of detecting sentient beings rose to the ground.

In the past few hundred years, I have heard that even the ghosts and immortals of the Nine Tribulations level will feel the pressure of the corresponding level.

There are so many living beings that no one can avoid.

"Huh?"

But just when Hong Yi was fully prepared and wanted to take on the pressure of the Dao Lord, he saw that the Dao Lord who had never had any communication with him and the world suddenly moved.

Those eyes that seemed to see through all the laws and all the causes and effects in the world just shifted and fell on him!

"This..."

In an instant, all the pressure around him disappeared out of thin air, but Hong Yi inexplicably rose a wisp of unspeakable fear in his heart, as if there was a real shock through the essence of life, enveloping his whole body!

It's like a divine dragon that has been cruising for nine days, and suddenly dropped its gaze and looked at an ant **!

This description is far less than Hong Yi's inner shock at the moment!

He only felt that when he saw Hong Xuanji's gaze during the day, compared to this look, it was simply insignificant!

Dao Master, live!

"Providence is the will of the people."

At this moment, a voice that seemed to emerge from the depths of my heart echoed.

Hong Yi only felt that he was in the dream, and he was chilled all over his body, like falling into the abyss.

The Taoist Lord spoke to himself!

He saw this Dao Master's lips open and close, and he actually said a word to himself!

And... Providence is the will of the people?

Bang!

Like a thunderbolt tearing through the sky, Hong Yi felt that his eyes were dark, and his entire consciousness fell out of the dream in an instant.

"Boom!"

He woke up from his bed and heard thunder explode in the distance.

In reality, there was even thunder.

"Providence... public opinion..."

Hong Yi gasped, his ruddy face became a little pale, and the whole person's qi and blood seemed to be in deficit.

And the thunder outside the window is getting louder and louder.

Winter thunder will be unusual.

Combined with the appearance of the Dao Master that he had just seen, and the words that the Dao Lord said to himself, Hong Yi suddenly stood up and walked to the table step again and again.

Lifting the pen dragon snake, five big characters with hidden wind bones jumped on the paper.

Providence is the will of the people.

As soon as these words were completed, the thunder in the far sky seemed to increase dozens of times again.

Thunder snakes that seemed to be about to destroy the world rose one after another in the depths of the clouds, reflecting the entire night into day.

Woooooooooooooooo

There was a roar and wailing in the void, like a ghost roaring.

There was a sudden shout of surprise and panic outside, and the servants in the Hong Mansion all walked out of the house, looking at the thunder snake that resounded throughout the Yujing City, and there was a lot of discussion.

But Hong Yi didn't take another step out of the mansion, but was stunned and stopped in place.

Vaguely, he felt that all these changes were caused by these five words.

And in the depths of his mind, there was suddenly a layer of exercises that he had never seen before, and those few fonts seemed to spread from the divine soul to the depths of his natural aura, which could not be dispersed or eliminated.

Xuanyuan All Living Beings Seal!

......

The place of origin, the magnificent golden bridge across this shore and the other shore, shines brightly.

Countless moments of time turned into sand, seemingly wiping away everything, but none of them could flow to the bridge deck.

At the top of the middle pole of the bridge, Duan Zhen and the Immortal Emperor sat opposite each other, and their breath was indescribable, even ordinary Yang Gods only felt obscure.

"Providence is the will of the people, and it is not bad."

And at this moment, the Immortal Emperor smiled slightly, holding a black chess piece that the sand of time turned into in his hand, and looked at Duan Zhen.

There was a chessboard in front of him, and a son had already fallen.

"All beings are not chess pieces, and public opinion is the will of heaven."

Duan Zhen looked at the chessboard in front of him and shook his head slowly, without any intention of falling.

He never played chess, not to mention the power of the network of living beings, so why did he have to play against the Immortal Emperor?

"Insisting on black and white is also the change of all beings."

Seeing that Duan Zhen didn't want to fall and had no other intentions, the Immortal Emperor took care of himself and picked up another piece of the sand of time, turned it into a white child, and pressed it on the chess board.

He has been in the world since ancient times, and only a projection incarnation can be compared to the Yang God, and the way he sees and understands is not something that Duan Zhen can subvert in a few words.

For a moment, the light and shadow on the bridge on the other side appeared, and the endless power of the mystery fell on the chessboard, echoing in the infinite origin of the exchange.

"Useless work."

Duan Zhen closed his eyes again, allowing the Immortal Emperor to hold black in one hand and white in the other.

He is not a pawn, not a chess player, not a spectator.

Transcendence from the outside is at ease.

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