Chapter 68: : Words from the Taoist

Chapter 68: Words from the Taoist
Xuanxin looked at Murong Jingxuan thinking of Daoist Yunhen’s instructions, and said quietly, "Miss Su is a rare seven-killing pattern, and the son is also the seven-killing pattern. If the son can protect Miss Su, you can be sure Miss Su has no worries in her life."
"Dao Master, are you saying that this son is Xiao Yan'er's natural beloved?" Murong Jingxuan looked at Xuanxin and said in disbelief.
Xuanxin looked at Murong Jingxuan and nodded earnestly, "The son of the world said it was quite true."
Xuanxin refused to give him a chance to speak, and continued to speak, "My senior, Daoist Yunhen once gave orders when Miss Su was born:
Thousands of beasts face the phoenix, the lonely girl, the big dipper is a talent;
The nine stars of the sun, the name of seven kills, and the five elements and gossip illuminate the golden dragon.
The most important thing is that Su Qingyan's life style is a rare seven-kill life style, widowed family relationship.
Reincarnation is a lonely life. "
Murong Jingxuan knew this very well. He remembered that when he was born, he was also ordered by a Daoist, and it was precisely this rare seven-kill pattern.
Seven killing patterns, widows' destiny, rebirth, all are the life of the lonely solitary.
Rather than saying that the widow's kinship is affectionate, it is better to say that the Seven Killing Grid can kill everyone close to him.
Therefore, only two people with the same fate can change their fate when they are together.
But he did not think that Su Qingyan would also be a seven-killer.
"If your Royal Highness is fine, poor Dao will leave first." Looking at Murong Jingxuan, who was in deep thought, the leader of Xuantong did not wait for him to speak before turning and leaving.
Murong Jingxuan curled his lips as he watched the background of the leader of the Xuantong Channel drifting away.
Xiao Yan'er, if this is the case, then let me be the purple and golden dragon that protects you.
For some reason Murong Jingxuan missed the thin figure so much at this time, as if her whole mind was filled with her smile, as if she was so close to her fingertips.
"Master, Feng Qing wrote a letter saying that they have returned from Qianyun Temple." Feng Shuang looked at Murong Jingxuan who was lying on the couch and spoke respectfully.
Murong Jingxuan who was in a good mood gave a soft hum.
"However, Feng Qing said one thing, something they encountered on their way to Qianyun Temple?" Feng Shuang looked at Murong Jingxuan and said solemnly. "He said that they encountered an ambush on the way there, as if it were A certain mountain bandit, but all were dealt with by Miss Su."
When Murong Jingxuan heard the news, he slapped the table and said, "How did you tell me now! Has it been determined that the people of the Jingguo Mansion did it?"
Feng Shuang looked at the master who was in a bad mood, swallowed secretly, and said respectfully, "Back to the master, according to Feng Qing, Miss Su doesn't want to worry about the son, so she will tell you when she comes back."
After Murong Jingxuan heard that this was Su Qingyan's arrangement, his unhappiness disappeared. "This girl is so amazing that I don't need me to worry about her at all."
"Master, and Yun Mang will be with you when we go again, so there won't be any accidents." Feng Shuang looked at Murong Jingxuan and said respectfully, "No accident, Miss Su can return to Su Mansion tonight. ."
"Well, I understand. By the way, in the end, what was happening in Princess Pure Yuan's Mansion?" Murong Jingxuan remembered the scene when Liu Zou went out of the city before, frowning, could it be that there was a problem inside the Wan Beast Pavilion?
"Back to the master, there is no problem at the Princess Pure Yuan Mansion, but the stream hasn't returned yet, and I don't know if there is a problem in the Wan Beast Pavilion." Feng Shuang looked at Murong Jingxuan with respect.
Murong Jingxuan waved his hand at Feng Shuang, "You can leave now, there is nothing for you here, don't worry."
Feng Shuang glanced at Murong Jingxuan, then turned to leave. He didn't want to touch Murong Jingxuan's bottom line at this time, not to mention that he also understood Su Qingyan's weight in Murong Jingxuan's heart.
The Hallmaster of the Hall of Seven Stars was made by a woman. Who would believe it? Who believes?
But in the end, their master is indeed at the age to get married, but although they are anxious, but he himself has no image at all.
Now that they have the women they like, they should start as subordinates, not to mention that such women are also very powerful.
Worthy of their son.
Su Qingyan was thinking about the content of the letter all the way. Yunhen’s letter did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for her. She was staring at the jade flute in her hand all the way. She didn’t know if Yunhen was there. Where did she find the blood jade, but she knew that the blood jade was a rare thing in the world.
It is not easy to find one piece, not to mention that he can find the second piece.
The blood jade that was not used up was sealed by Qingyan. When she returned to Beijing, she would see what kind of food the blood jade could make. She wanted to have a hairpin made of blood jade. It is a very good hidden weapon, and it can also kill people invisible.
She glanced at the jade bracelet in her hand. It was indeed meaningful for Princess Chunyuan to give this jade bracelet to her. Chunyuan might still think that she was a bit similar to Qi Lian Qingyan in essence.
"Sister Si, that white tiger looks awe-inspiring." Su Qingsong looked at the white tiger walking on the side of the carriage with a smile, as if the white tiger was the patron saint of the two carriages, not to mention that the carriage was still hovering over its head. With a python.
Listening to Su Qingcong's words, Qingyan rubbed his head, "Does Cong'er really like this white tiger?"
Su Qingcong looked at Qingyan and nodded.
"If Sun'er likes Baihu, you can come to my yard every day. I promise Xiao Bai will not hurt you." Qingyan looked at Su Qingcong with a smile.
Su Qingcong listened to her and opened his eyes wide, with a look of expectation, "Sister Si means I can be friends with that little white tiger?"
Qingyan looked at him and nodded, "If you are not afraid of you, you can naturally become friends."
Su Qingcong turned his eyes to Deng Yan as he spoke, as if waiting for Deng Yan to speak.
Deng Yan looked at Su Qing's expectant gaze, raised her hand and rubbed his head, "If your fourth elder sister doesn't dislike you, mother will naturally agree to you."
Su Qingcong smiled contentedly as he said, "Since Sister Si, I will often go to play with you."
"it is good."
Su Qingxue found that Su Qingyan in front of her seemed to be becoming more and more different. Sometimes she felt that Su Qingyan was very close, and sometimes she felt that she was far away.
But she knew that maybe this was the kind of natural capital that the prostitute had, as if no one could defeat him.
"Sister Si, I don't understand a lot of your Ci Biography, can I ask Sister Si?" Su Qingxue looked at Qingyan with a smile on her face.
Qingyan looked at Su Qingxue and nodded with a smile, "Okay."
Qingyan opened the curtains and looked at Emperor Qiucheng, which was getting closer and closer. Thinking of the familiar figure, for some reason, Qingyan's lips slowly formed a curve.
Murong Jingxuan, I hope I won't let you down.