Because of Qingli's operation, Chen Luo successfully obtained the seed of the power of fate.

Although the strength is very weak, and the effect is not very large in a short period of time, it will definitely be able to grow into a towering tree in the future.

"Wife, you're so nice." Chen Luo held the jade hand and said softly.

"I'm not good to you, who else can I be good to." Qingli glanced at Chen Luo, and put away the Huangshi Heavenly Book floating in the air: "Let's return this book to that little guy first!" ”

"Well, let's go." Chen Luo smiled and nodded, after he realized the power of fate, this Huangshi Heavenly Book no longer had any effect on him.

Poor Chu Nangong estimated that he might not be able to find out that his Huangshi Heavenly Book had been borrowed by someone on the day he died.

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Songhai City, as always, is prosperous, the streets are full of people, car and foot dealers are endless, and a thriving image.

There is an inn where Tianming, who is learning cooking with Ku Ding, has been very troubled recently.

He thought that when he became the giant of the Mo family, he was the real boss, and Xiao Gao and Big Hammer were his little brothers.

But the truth is that the world has not changed after all, and strength is king

What a Mo giant. What is the boss of the Mo family, all this is false, they still only treat him as a child.

The strength of the boss is not as good as the younger brother, how can the younger brother listen to the boss?

In front of Xiao Gao and Sister Snow Girl, the two of them kept their faces cold all day long and did not smile.

The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting they taught, they couldn't be interested in it at all.

And reading in the small sage village is even more boring and boring, a group of readers, all day long.

Moreover, there are too many Confucian etiquette rules, which binds his nature of yearning for freedom.

In the end, the dawn appeared, and Ding's shopkeeper's inn was his real destination!

It's so interesting to be able to learn how to cook, eat deliciously, and learn martial arts from cooking.

"Hey, hey! Uncle Ding, it's really comfortable to be here with you. Tianming's eyes widened and he couldn't help but say.

"Come as often as you like." Ku Ding said with a smile, but then he found a problem and was quite puzzled: "No, Tianming, aren't you inseparable from Shaoyu?" Why didn't I see him today. ”

Hearing this, Tianming's face froze, he couldn't help scratching his head, and said cautiously: "Hehe, in fact, I secretly ran out of the Little Sage Village, you must not tell others." ”

"Isn't the little sage village bad? It is a Confucian holy place that all scholars in the world yearn for, and I don't know how many people are proud to study in it. Cu Ding asked, holding his big belly.

"Hey, Uncle Ding, you don't know, I don't like reading the most, I talk all day long, it's really annoying, and the words in the book know me, but I don't know them, I get sleepy when I see them." Tianming drooped his head and said helplessly.

Seeing this, Ku Ding shook his head slightly, just about to say something.

"Ziming, it's not polite to say behind your back that Little Sage Village is wrong!"

At this moment, a gentle voice came from outside the door, and before anyone arrived, the voice came first.

The visitor was dressed in a white Confucian robe, with a dignified appearance, courteous literary quality, refined temperament, and a rich spirit like jade.

The person who came was Zhang Liang, one of the three masters of Confucianism, known as "seeking the saint" in history, which can be described as a last resort and resourceful.

"Third Master, why are you here?" Tianming's eyes widened, full of doubts, and asked.

"Yo he, little brother Tianming, he secretly ran out to play alone, and didn't call me, which made the eldest brother very angry." Shaoyu, who was also dressed in a Confucian shirt, walked out from behind Zhang Liang, with a heroic and martial spirit, which was extraordinary to ordinary people.

"Little Brother Shaoyu, why are you here too?" Tianming pretended to be stupid and scratched the back of his head, seemingly really confused.

"Ziming, as a Confucian disciple, secretly ran out to play, but he violated the precepts." Zhang Liang had a gentle smile on his face.

"Hehe, Third Master, you can't blame me, I get sleepy after reading those sage books, it's really boring." Tianming's face was full of grievances, and he couldn't help complaining.

"Ziming, the purpose of our reading the book of sages is to get close to the sages, the so-called close to Zhu is red, close to ink is black, under the influence of the ears and eyes, gradually understand the truth of life, improve their spirituality." Zhang Liang spoke earnestly, and said bitterly: "If you don't read the books of sages, you won't know the principles of living in the world, and you will inevitably have deviations in your thoughts and behaviors. ”

"Ziming, as a giant of the Mo family, the burden on your shoulders is extremely arduous."

"Look, here you go again, Third Master, your tirade, I hear it in my head, like a fly buzzing next to it." Tianming hugged his head, squatted on the ground, and said dissatisfied.

"Alas, you, you, have too stubborn character. Zi said: If you don't read the books of the sages for three days, your words are tasteless and your face is hateful, and it is you who you are talking about. Zhang Liang shook his head and said with a smile.

"But I'm just not used to it, Third Master, or don't force me to study, okay?" Tianming stood up, ran to Zhang Liang's side, hugged his thighs, and wailed.

"You, you, I don't have to say that." Zhang Liang's right hand lightly touched Tianming's eyebrows, and then said, "Don't forget, your master." ”

Tianming was speechless, his face was full of frustration, and he felt that the whole world was dark.

Zhang Liang looked at Tianming and couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

The Mo family giant, the Guigu double sword, the water and fire double gods, it's a little difficult to do!

Outside Songhai City, deep in the woods, inside the cabin, Chen Luo opened his eyes slowly, revealing a mysterious color.

"Looks like a guest is coming!"

Through the corner of the power of fate, Chen Luo has already seen that someone who occupies an important position in this world is coming.

"Shall I avoid it then?" Qingli asked with a smile.

"That's fine." Hearing this, Chen Luo smiled and nodded.

With a smile on her face, Qingli walked into the depths of the wooden house, while Chen Luo waited for someone to come.

At this moment, at the end of the woods, a young man in a white robe walked slowly, followed by a servant dressed as a servant, leading a white horse with a divine steed, following him.

This young man is handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face is full of nobility, thinking that he should have been born in a wealthy family.

Ranwen

Especially his bright eyes, inadvertently revealing a sharp edge that is difficult to look at.

A gust of wind blew in the verdant trees, and fallen leaves fell from the sky.

A spiritual white horse, a noble and handsome white-robed boy, came from the depths of the woods, accompanied by green leaves in the wind, forming a picture scroll with a far-reaching artistic conception.

All this was seen by Chen Luo, between the eyebrows of this noble son, he was heroic, and he was very similar to Yingzheng.

It's just that between the eyebrows and Yu is not exactly the solipsism of Yingzheng, the whole world, the kind of dictatorship and domineering that must operate according to its will, but has a benevolent atmosphere.

At this time, in this place, with such similar faces, the only one who can come to Songhai is Fusu, the eldest son of the current first emperor.

A smile flashed on Chen Luo's face, and it was also a little interesting, he had been in this world for so long, and it was the first time he had seen Fusu face to face.

The reason is very simple, the name of this world is Xianqin, and Fusu is not destined to be the protagonist, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.

Fusu had already approached the railing of his hut and stepped in.

The servant, dressed as a small servant, tied the white horse to a tree not far away.

Fusu walked up to Chen Luo, bowed his hand slightly, and said, "This gentleman is a businessman from Xianyang, and this time he is doing business in Songhai. ”

"I don't have anything to buy, please go back!" Chen Luohu looked at Fusu suspiciously and said lightly.

"Mr. misunderstood, I was tired of driving all the way around, and this time I wanted to ask Mr. for a bowl of water to drink." Fusu hurriedly explained: "Of course, I will also give some silver taels in return. ”

After saying this, there was a faint doubt in Fusu's eyes.

It wasn't the first time he had come to Songhai City, and he had walked the same path every time, but this time a small wooden house had appeared here.

"Please." Chen Luo only said one word.

Directly in front of him, a small boxy wooden table was placed.

There was also a purple teapot on the table, as well as several upside-down ceramic cups.

Hearing this, Fusu bowed slightly, picked up the teapot and poured himself a glass of water, and then drank it slowly.

At the moment when the water flowed into his throat, Fusu's face changed suddenly, his eyes showed praise, and he said, "Good tea!" ”

Chen Luo smiled and couldn't help asking, "How can the son see it?" This is obviously just a glass of white water, how can it be said to be good tea? ”

"White water is the source of ten thousand teas, colorless and tasteless, plain, and contains the normality of life, Mr. can drink white water, presumably it must be a profound gentleman." Fusu explained.

"Hehe, that's an interesting explanation." Chen Luo said with a chuckle.

Fusu didn't care, looked at the simple wooden house, surrounded by lush woods, and then asked: "I have been to Songhai many times, but I haven't seen Mr., this place is close to the Little Sage Village, it is a Confucian holy land, I don't know which Confucian master lives in seclusion here?" ”

"A master is not a master, although he has some relationship with Confucianism, but he is not from Confucianism." Chen Luo replied with a smile.

There is no way, his identity is too special, and almost all the top forces in the world are "related to him".

Needless to say, Daqin and Taoism, Confucian patriarch Kong Sheng also worshipped Taoist ancestors as teachers, and Chen Luo was the same generation as his old man.

The Yin and Yang family and Shushan were once divided by Taoism, and the Mojia Mosheng also asked Confucianism............

All in all, Chen Luo's identity is like a bug in this world.

"Mr. is too modest, and when I see Mr. Xia, he has an extraordinary temperament, and he must be an unborn person." Fusu saluted slightly and said with a smile.

With his noble status and extraordinary eyesight, he can naturally see Chen Luo's transcendence.

Of course, this is also because Chen Luo didn't hide it much, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of it if he was tired and Fusu.

"Hehe, I still don't know what the identity of the son is?" Chen Luo asked with a smile.

"The identity under the is really special, please forgive me for not being able to tell me, what can be said is just the identity of a businessman, I hope Mr. will not blame." Fusu clenched his fists and said, his face sincere.

He came to Songhai secretly this time, but he had a secret mission on his body, and he couldn't reveal his identity.

"Hehe, this doesn't matter, I know a little bit about Zhou Yi's technique, if the son doesn't mind, can I let this seat guess?" Chen Luo didn't care and said with a smile.

"Zhou Yi's technique? I would like to hear about it. Hearing this, Fusu was shocked in his heart.

There are very few monks in the world who know Zhou Yi's technique, and he didn't expect that he would meet one so casually.

"I see that the son is extraordinary, his air is magnificent, and there is a sense of nobility on his face that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, so he must have come from a family with a prominent family!" Chen Luo took the lead in saying.

"Blessed by the ancestors, it is so." Fusu said lightly.

"In addition to this, I also see a strong luck in you, which is a supreme and noble luck." Chen Luo continued.

Fusu was shocked, could it be that this mysterious gentleman really saw his identity?

Qingli, who was in the depths of the wooden house, couldn't help but smile and shake her head when she heard this.

My husband began to flicker again, and he really didn't leave his old job.

As the most famous "master of deception" in the Xuanhuang world, even if he came to the Immortal Qin world, he must not lose his nature.

"Please also sir." Fusu said solemnly with a serious face.

"That luck, I've only seen it in one person in my life." Chen Luo was not in a hurry and said slowly.

Fusu fell silent and silent, at this moment, how could he not know that his identity had been exposed, but he still asked, "I don't know who Mr. is talking about?" ”

"Lord of Great Qin, Emperor Qin Yingzheng." Chen Luo said indifferently.

Fusu's face changed, he stood up suddenly, and said angrily: "Bold, how dare you call Emperor Qin's name?" ”

"Sit." Chen Luo said softly, and an invisible force pressed Fusu on the futon: "The dignified prince of Qin, this is unbearable." ”

"No matter who your Excellency is, it is a great sin to call your father by his name." Fusu's face turned pale and said seriously.

From this point, it can be seen that Fusu has 100% respect for Yingzheng.

"However, I also said so in front of your father." The smile on Chen Luo's face was even bigger.

"You, who the hell are you?" Fusu was shocked in his heart, and he inexplicably felt that what this mysterious man said was not false.

"I am who I am." Chen Luo replied.

Fusu's face was cloudy, and it took a long time to react, and his handsome face was full of bitterness: "Luo Sheng, why did your old man come here to tease me." ”

"Don't slander me, I've never played tricks on you." Chen Luo flatly denied that he had his own calculations this time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to let Qingli hide for the time being.

"Why are you here?"

After knowing Chen Luo's identity, Fusu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and couldn't help asking.

"Naturally, I'm waiting for you." Chen Luo's words surprised Fusu.

"Wait for me? What does Luo Sheng mean by this? Fusu asked with a puzzled expression.

"Literally." Chen Luo picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Don't worry, you answer me a few questions first." ”

"Saint Lo, please." Fusu didn't dare to slack off, this was the existence that his father and emperor wanted to call a teacher.

Although he is the son of Great Qin, he is nothing in front of his old man.