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These are all given by the blood-gold ancient characters above!

Simply, you can see what is controllable.

If you want to see the future, you still have to pay a price.

It is easy to know the sky, but it is difficult to go against the sky.

If the strength is not enough, even if you know what will happen in the future, you may not be able to change anything, so strength is the most basic thing.

Ye Wuya was still a little nervous about suddenly having the ability to predict the future, this blood-golden ancient text was passed on to him by the woman in red, and he couldn't say what was hidden in it!

Whether it's a pro or a cons is unknown!

Ye Wuya couldn't help but be speechless, looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao and said, "The teacher has just spied a glimmer of heaven. ”

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, and there was also an interesting look on her face, "Master knows fortune telling?"

"No, no, no, this is not called fortune telling, and the fortune-telling method of the charlatan is two different things. Ye Wuya shook his head and said, "Fortune telling is to rely on the things of probability theory to tell you an ambiguous thing, and I can tell you a more accurate answer." ”

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Chu Qing's face with a look that didn't seem to be fake, but also restrained her smile and listened positively.

"I'll tell you, don't tell anyone. Ye Wuyan said mysteriously: "Come here with your ears." ”

Jiang Xiaoxiao did so, but she heard half a rude sentence, "The deputy sect master of their family didn't wear ...... today."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying energy flowed over, as if it was about to overturn the night boundless.

Ye Wuya seemed to be prepared, and stroked the coffin lid at hand, and a clear light emanated, resisting the invisible.

This is a new usage that has only been developed by the recent research of the night, although it cannot be attacked with the coffin lid, but it is not broken.

"I'm a handful older, so I'm not shy, and I hide outside and eavesdrop on people's conversations. Ye Wuya looked out the door and said in a cold voice.

"Hahaha, I, I'm just here to knock on the door, don't be so nervous. ”

"Okay, then I won't bother the two of you, you can talk slowly. A young voice laughed heartily, and then no more sound came.

Ye Wuya glanced at this door meaningfully, and it was indeed the same as what he had seen, and even the way it was damaged was exactly the same.

Ye Wuya felt that when he picked up the two daughters, and then went to the Southern Wilderness to find Xueqing, and when everything settled down, he really went to fortune telling.

As for what blood demons, what immortals, what nine holy lords, or whatever, it has nothing to do with him!

He has abolished the "inheritance" of the Blood Demon, and as for whether the Blood Demon can be resurrected, this is unknown!

The signs of the Blood Demon's resurrection have all been strangled in the cradle, and he will not give the Blood Demon any chance!

After sending Jiang Xiaoxiao away, Ye Wuya felt that since he could gnaw on books, wouldn't he be able to completely integrate himself into this immortal world in the huge Scripture Pavilion?

Books are the ladder of human progress, and from books, you can at least understand the many regions in this world, and even the customs of Yan Kingdom.

As for saying that it's useless to look at the map, you won't study geography if you don't go abroad?

Just thinking about it, Ye Wuya slowly walked downstairs, and as soon as he came out, he saw that the door of the next room was also opened, and the deputy sect master stretched his waist and looked at Ye Wuya with a smile.

"Have you started reading?" said the Deputy Sect Master with a smile. "For the past few days, you haven't been out of the door. I wonder if you're planning something bad for my Qingyun Sect. ”

"The rain girl has no melons!" Ye Wuya replied with a cold face.

Ever since he became addicted to pretending, his whole body has become indifferent.

"Hmm, what do you mean?" the deputy sect master asked with a puzzled touch.

Ignore him at night, just turn around and leave!

The Deputy Sect Master had always been unconcerned, and just chuckled and followed behind Ye Wuya.

The night is endless, walking aimlessly.

In the huge Scripture Pavilion, there are even rare treasures, but they have not been taken to heart by Ye Wuya, no matter how good the treasures are, no matter how valuable, no matter how much, is there Jiang Xiaoxiao's small treasury?

And that coffin lid, Ye Wuya has been studying for a few days, although no new features have been developed, but just the defense is invincible, it can make Ye Wuya pretend to be unreserved!

You can't get used to me, but that has to happen if you can attack me!

The entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is divided into seven layers, and in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the classics are all over the place, but the disciples who come and go are few and pitiful.

After turning around, he finally stopped in front of a small bookshelf, moved a chair casually, sat down, pulled out a book, and read it seriously.

The Deputy Sect Master showed a rather surprised look!

If that's the case, why are you engaged in so many battles?

Looking up at the label above, Yan Guozhi, this is a record of the various customs and customs of Yan Land and the surrounding countries, and even some secret affairs of the royal family.

The deputy sect master looked at him for a moment, and he also moved a chair and sat next to Ye Wuya.

waved his hand lightly in front of Ye Wuya's eyes, wanting to test it, and what he got was a light and heavy slap of Ye Wuya.

He almost turned his head, and I rubbed a lot of strength!

"Yan Guo, just ask me if you don't understand. The Deputy Sect Master said with a smile.

Ye Wuya didn't mind the deputy sect master's words, and he had already learned about Jiang Xiaoxiao's recent inquiries.

This deputy sect master is the previous sect master, who has abdicated and lived in seclusion behind the scenes, and the deputy sect master is only in name, and he doesn't care about anything, at least he is seventy or eighty years old.

In order to pursue the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, he never married, and in the past twenty years, he has never gone out in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Ye Wuya can understand the pain of this lonely old man.

Long years of loneliness, coupled with the death of peers one after another.

I have to say that this is a kind of sadness.

How did those old monsters who have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years survive! I guess everyone has their own desires!

Ye Wuya, who has seen so many public service advertisements on the earth, is full of deep sympathy for this lonely old man for the deputy sect master......

Just looking at his face, he looks like he is in his twenties, which is a bit awkward. After all, he pretended to be a big guy from 6,000 years ago! It is estimated that there will be many monsters like this kind of old monster who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, but is actually hundreds, thousands, and thousands of years.

Ye Wuya didn't pay attention to him, just looked at the book in his hand by himself.

Night Wuya reads books very quickly, and in less than five minutes, he has finished reading a book and can clearly write down the contents of the book.

"This swallow land is really a small place!" Ye Wuya said in a voice that could only be heard by himself.