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I don't know why, he was in a coma for a month (Bai Sandong's hands and feet), and directly missed his uncle's first seven and all the burials.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had already inexplicably sat in the seat of the "Heavenly Master", and informed the whole world of fellow cultivators, and there was no room for redemption at all.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

Bu Feiyan was angry, and directly took Zhang Tongxuan out of Longhu Mountain, and he didn't know where he went.

Zhang Zixiang said that this is completely lying down and being hit by an arrow! This "heavenly master" is not what he wants to be!

But the wood is already in the boat, and Zhang Zixiang can't admit it if he wants to. What's worse is that Zhang Fu's "death" was too hasty, and there were a lot of things in Longhu Mountain, and after Zhang Zixiang woke up, he fell into endless work, and he didn't even have time to find his wife and children back.

And the culprit, who was leisurely drinking tea in front of his eyes, how could he not be annoyed!

Bai San put down the teacup in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. The tea cakes in the south of the Yangtze River are better than the tea cakes in the north of the Yangtze River, and the tea brewed is also a little more fragrant!

As soon as he turned around, Bai San caught a glimpse of Zhang Zixiang looking at him with strange eyes, like a complaining woman in the boudoir looking at her husband who had not returned home for a long time. This gave Bai San goosebumps and almost threw the teacup out.

"I said, if you run away, your wife won't look at me like this! I didn't run away!" Bai San really couldn't stand Zhang Zixiang's eyes, put the teacup on the table, and turned back to protest to Zhang Zixiang.

"If you hadn't dragged me to drink, would I have done so many things?" Zhang Zixiang had a very big opinion on Bai San, and immediately began to count.

"Is it good to be reasonable? I don't know if your uncle died during this time, how can this be calculated accurately! You can't even calculate the Great Yan Heavenly Technique, so I can't do it!" Bai San's skills in throwing the pot are first-class, how could he be frightened by Zhang Zixiang's few words?

"The Great Celestial Technique, the Evolution of Heaven and Earth. Only the events and people related to oneself cannot be counted. Uncle is my own uncle, do you think I can calculate it?" Zhang Zixiang also has a big opinion on this chicken-like "Great Yantian Technique". This spell is said to be a waste, but it can deduce the heavens and the earth, and know the past and the future. If you say it's useful, you can't count it as a person or thing that has even the slightest relationship with you.

I don't know why Emperor Donghua used such a spell as if it was taught to Zhang Zixiang by the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor.

"So what can you figure out now?

Bai San smiled maliciously, and finally pulled away from the topic. To be honest, until now, his heart is still a little empty!

In order to push Zhang Zixiang to the throne, he conspired with Zhang and staged a shocking scam together, deceiving everyone.

After Bai San dug out Zhang Fu, he had been worried, worried that Zhang Zixiang would find out that they had deceived him. So in front of him, Bai San's heart has been panicking, he was pretending to drink tea calmly just now, and as soon as he heard Zhang Zixiang talk about that thing again, his heart was "plopping" and jumping. After the gag pulled the topic away, he calmed down and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is it? You think it's as simple as eating and drinking! You have to talk about chance, about fate! If you don't have chance, you can't count it at all. When the opportunity comes, even if it is a matter of life and death, it will be finished!" Zhang Zixiang didn't want to complain about this chicken rib Dayan Heavenly Technique, but he still couldn't help but want to scold his mother. Not only do the calculation results pit people, but even the calculation conditions are still so pit people, and sure enough, this spell was specially invented to pit people!

Bai San smiled embarrassedly and stopped talking. His goal of changing the topic has been achieved, so don't talk about it anymore, and say more and make more mistakes.

Suddenly, Zhang Zixiang had a whim, and his fingers involuntarily kept deducing and calculating.

No...... Isn't it!

Bai San's heart rose again, this "Great Heavens" is one of the few spells in the world that can predict the future, there is no one in the mortal world, and it can be regarded as a top-level spell in the sky. Although Zhang Zixiang said that he couldn't deduce the people and things related to him, who knows if it really can't be deduced or Zhang Zixiang's kung fu is not at home!

Zhang Zixiang calculated at the beginning that Bai San wanted to smear oil on the soles of his feet, but in the end he still insisted on not taking action. To be honest, Bai San himself had never seen the Great Yan Heavenly Technique calculate the future, and he was also a little curious, how could he know the future with a pinch of his fingers.

Zhang Zixiang didn't notice Bai San's actions, and now his mind is focused on deduction and calculation, and he has no time to care about it.

Bai San was very embarrassed, whether he was going or not, he simply stayed at the door, watching Zhang Zixiang immersed in the deduction and couldn't extricate himself.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the tide rises and falls. Unconsciously, Zhang Zixiang's deduction has been going on for three days.

In the past three days, Bai San has been by Zhang Zixiang's side, and his mood has changed from panic at the beginning to worry and concern.

What kind of future is it that needs to be calculated for so long?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhang Zixiang finally woke up from the calculation, and then there was a violent cough, until he spit out a large mouthful of blood, which did not stop.

Bai San hurriedly rushed over and helped Zhang Zixiang to sit on the chair.

Zhang Zixiang's eyes were full of fear, and after wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes widened, as if he was a little incredulous.

Bai San looked at Zhang Zixiang with a strange expression, waiting for the future he deduced.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zixiang didn't say anything, closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"What the hell did you figure out?

Bai San was whetted by Zhang Zixiang's trickery, and his strong curiosity prompted him to ask questions.

Zhang Zixiang was still like that, shutting his mouth and refusing to speak.

was questioned tightly by Bai San, so he rolled his eyes and fainted, not knowing whether it was true or not.

Bai San was dumbfounded, and in desperation, he had no choice but to help Zhang Zixiang into the inner hall to rest.

However, although Zhang Zixiang whetted his appetite, he was also a little relieved. What Zhang Zixiang calculated was not the little caution he had with Zhang Fu, otherwise he would not be so polite to him.

But what can be done to calculate that three days and vomit blood?

Bai San was puzzled, but Zhang Zixiang, who pretended to faint, was extremely frightened by the future he had calculated.

If that's what he does, how can he do it?