LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
599. Yun Xuanji's
His face twitched, Huangpu Tianyuan clenched his fists and felt a sudden, completely understandable urge, to attack the old man,
“Great Priest, don't you always preach that no life is a coincidence?
Did heaven decide everything? Even if a mistake happens, it is only a crossroads that is destiny.
Were you not wrong at the time? Why was it when it was Qingtian's turn, it was an accident? ”
“One's path is impermanent, heaven is ever-changing, and from the myriad of beings in the world, no one can escape their destiny.
With how the world has eight gates – opening, inaction, life, danger, obstacles, spectacle, surprise, death .
Entering the gate of life means living; entering the gate of death means dying; entering the gate of inaction means being left behind in lethargy and being a slur;
entering the Gate of spectacle meant having a bright future. But anyway, anyway,
always revolve around taking one of the eight gates, never outside them. So one cannot escape his destiny.”
Yun Xuanji took a deep breath. After talking about how mysteries have the intricacies and intricacies of having mysteries, he sighed, sighing,
“However, since there are so many living things, an anomaly will definitely appear. There comes a time when a single man stands out from the control of heaven.”.
Huangpu Tianyuan's eyes twitched, not knowing where he went with these harsh words.
Leng Wuchang, however, understood, “You mean ... TAN WEN HONG is not part of the heaven schedule?”
Huangpu Tianyuan flicked his stunned eyes at Leng Wuchang.
Whatdoes thatmean?
Yun Xuanji never explained, continuing after a long pause, “We will stop here. I've talked too much. You are now alone. Show yourself.”
This fool threw his guests out!
Huangpu Tianyuan choked, and the blazing flames scorched his heart.
He really wanted to thrash this old geezer.
Doesn't make sense and now he's giving them boots? The thoughts of the two went out of commission for a moment there.
Leng Wuchang was the first to act, stopping his master's attack on the helpless old man and bowing, bowing,
“Thank you, High Priest, for your advice. I understand completely and now we're going. We will come again next time.”
“Hey, Mr Leng, understand what? I got nothing from those rantings!” Huangpu Tianyuan roared.
Leng Wuchang waved, “Master Plantation, let's go. The High Priest has given us clear advice.
TAN WEN HONG is an anomaly, not a friend or foe. He has nothing to do with us.”
“You call all that nothing? He has killed so many of our men!
And you want to forget revenge?” Huangpu Tianyuan watched Leng Wuchang in shock.
Why is Lord Leng speaking in riddles like this fool?
Leng Wuchang just pulled it out, “Master Plantation, I'll explain everything when we get back ..”
It's thundering!
Leng Wuchang opened the door only to bump into the peeping CAT. She's crying, “TAN WEN HONG! W-what are you doing here?”
“One coincidence. Ha-ha-ha, just like you came to ask how to face me, just like you,
I also came to the High Priest for instructions on what is the best way to get rid of you guys.”
TAN WEN HONG sneered while chuckling, “Although, isn't it funny how we both visited the same person for our troubles?”
“Huh, you fool, the Parish has stood tall for a thousand years, above worldly affairs. And they won't start
do it now for very little conflict. They are just here to show us our way and clarify our destination.”
Leng Wuchang smiled coldly, “In addition, now I fully understand our circumstances,
the TAN clan might develop day by day but it would be the center of chaos.
Attack us and our two houses will fall, leaving others to reap the benefits.
Intellectuals like you and I are not stupid enough to choose this path.”
TAN WEN HONG looked at him deeply and nodded, “True. But understand this, who keeps retreating in front of the Imperial Palace? ”
Shaking, Leng Wuchang clenched his fists.
It was the greatest humiliation of his life that was driven by TAN WEN HONG's Provocation.
“Ha-ha-ha, Mr. Leng, you know you can't beat me, yet you are also afraid of facing me. Sure ...”
TAN WEN HONG sneered, his finger pointing to his heart, “This is where you failed. You ... don't have my encouragement,
only a mere advisor cannot achieve anything noteworthy, ha-ha-ha .. “
The ridicule boomed in Leng Wuchang's ear. His eyes were red, his fingers dug out his palms, unable to resist shaking.
It was a naked mockery and scorn.
All he could do was endure it. They could not face TAN WEN HONG like he was now, he was too strong.
Besides the fact that he is now one of the big players in the big scheme of things. They would not throw attention to the wind over these little hiccups.
The kneeling child was confused.
Living his entire life in the Parish, all he had ever met were respectful and polite people, even if hypocrites.
Today was the day when he was hit by the most terrifying side of humanity. TAN WEN HONG hardly needed a long speech to poke Leng Wuchang,
those few words contained more than enough uncontrollable hatred that he would look like a dog
hell is bleeding out. And every word shocked the naive heart of that poor boy more than the last.
She's afraid.
So this is the corrupt darkness that runs through the veins of outsiders!
Yun Xuanji sighed with his eyes closed …
Leng Wuchang took a deep breath to calm down. He refrained from speaking back and instead pulled the enraged Huangpu Tianyuan, “Master of the Plantation, let's go.”
TAN WEN HONG watched them leave with a smile, then turned to the dumbfounded child, patting him on the shoulder with a frown,
“Sonny, see that? See how those people are really moody and desperate in front of you. Am I cool or what? ”
The boy was too shocked to speak.
“Steward TAN WEN HONG, please do not damage my student.” The High Priest finally opened his deep eyes.
With a casual shrug, TAN WEN HONG grinned, pinching the child's cheek again before entering.
After the failure of that peek,
he put away all the respect he ever had for the High Priest, thinking,
Just a con man.
And since he was only a Heaven Profound Peak expert, he also lost interest.
Lying on his chair and pounding the table, TAN WEN HONG said, “So, why did the High Priest call me?”
Seeing her for fifteen long minutes, Yun Xuanji nodded, “As I expected, Flight attendant TAN WEN HONG is a man among men.”
“That's content. If I were more normal, I would die. Now why did you invite me?”
TAN WEN HONG slapped the table with scorn. She stood up, towards the door, “If you all run out of energy to convince me, see you.
And don't try that fate thing with me. It won't work, I can't understand it either. Help us both and keep it. ”
TAN WEN HONG left with a sneer. Yun Xuanji only spoke as he was about to take the first step outside, “You .. should have died!”
It's thundering!
TAN WEN HONG froze with his feet in the air. His eyes were filled with shock.
Yun Xuanji cut him off quickly.
He's already dead once. Be it the servants of the TAN clan, TAN WEN HONG, or the Holy Domain Demon Emperor, TAN WEN HONG, they had both died.
TAN WEN HONG was the Demon Emperor's hatred, borrowing this servant's body to be reborn.
He still has a case of identity disorder. Is he TAN WEN HONG?
Through the use of the Nine Serenities Secret Note, out of two deaths, a life was born.
This was his biggest secret, so how did the old fool know about it in an instant?
Shaking his head, TAN WEN HONG frowned.
He now saw the abyss in the old man's eyes hiding a faint glimmer of light, like the farthest star of the night.
Is the rumor true? The clan head of the Yun Clan has eyes that can break through one's destiny?
I-this is out of this world!
Even the Emperor of the Sacred Domain could not practice such a mystical art!
More importantly, is this world dominated by destiny?
TAN WEN HONG was a stubborn skeptic in terms of something that sounded like fate, but now, he was forced to think about it again…
Swallowing flatly, TAN WEN HONG stared at him sharply, “Who are you? Where did the Yun Clan come from? ”
He refused to believe that the mortal domain housed an unimaginable clan. He was a branch of the Sheng clan. He must!
Yun Xuanji had a puzzled look, “Steward TAN WEN HONG, what are you saying? The Yun Clan had always lived in seclusion, weak in fighting.
At the Tianyu establishment we were asked to come out of obscurity and have been treated as a Parish ever since.
To answer your question about where we come from, I can only answer with Tianyu!”
TAN WEN HONG is thrown into a circle now.
Could a clan with such extraordinary skills have such bland origins?
Or do they live so long that they forget about their own history?
TAN WEN HONG smiled faintly and shamelessly sat back in his chair, “Great Priest, please do not mind my explosion before.
So, where are we? Ah, it's been a long time since I've been chatting with someone refreshing, ha-ha-ha.”.
Yun Xuanji's face twitched and he laughed to himself, “Steward TAN WEN HONG, your reputation precedes you. Flexible, shameless, and very like myself in the past.”
“Large Priest, are you patronizing me, or mocking yourself?” TAN WEN HONG felt awkward.
High Priest shook his head, “We've all been young. But now, at my age, this chair is different from the one I saw before.
So I want to talk to Steward TAN WEN HONG, giving everything for a better tomorrow.”.