Chapter 270:

Fangallo was silent for a while before giving advice: "I promised him that I have no assurance."
"I have offended the Tianshui Palace, I am afraid that he will not try his best or move his mind." Minister Yan whispered anxiously.
"He won't. Although he is not close to humans, he is by no means a villain behind his back. You can just talk to him in an upright manner." Van Gogh's tone was very calm, but his eyes appeared seemingly nothing. Water light. He finally waited until all the grudges were about to end. This day came so fast, and so slow, it would be a hundred years in a blink of an eye, and it might be wiped out in another blink of an eye.
"Can he believe it?" Minister Yan was still not at ease.
"Trustworthy." Fangallo said with great affirmation: "Promise him, there are only two things in the world that can make him go all out. One is the ancestry of the Tianshui School; the other is my sister. One of his only two weaknesses, he will try his best to help you. And once he takes it seriously, things should be resolved soon, and I will help you here. "
The teachers of Vatican all beat the charter, and Minister Yan dispelled their doubts. He thought that Vatican teacher had a deep rift with his master, and the relationship was comparable to the enemy, but it was unexpectedly here that Vatican teacher did not hear a bad word about his master.
Mr. Fan is a gentleman, and those who are affirmed by him shouldn't be far behind, but the image of Xuan Chengzi's Taoist leader is completely beyond the expectations of Minister Yan. When he first met, he almost regarded the man as a movie star.
At the same time, a group of Xuanmen people were sitting quietly in the parlor waiting for Minister Yan's call.
They once lurked in the dark, in the name of the hidden world, coldly watching the city sink into the sea of ​​blood, fall into hell, produce turmoil, and breed darkness. They never thought of taking the initiative to save the world, unless those mortals could provide them with rich land, huge finances, abundant resources and pious beliefs.
For hundreds of thousands of years, they have developed step by step, established Confucianism, and surpassed all sentient beings. Even the part of the privileged class that claims to be a man of honor has to bow down before them. However, in recent years, only because of the emergence of the so-called psychics, especially the birth of Van Gogh, their living space has been compressed to a point where it is difficult to breathe.
What makes them even more unbelievable is that the Tianshui School, which is known as the No. 1 school of Xuanmen, has even been a stronghold of the secular world! Since then, what is the face of Tianshui School? How does the entire Xuanmen stand in the dunya? This is really a shame that cannot be washed away!
As a result, all the people in the Xuan Men who were invited came with their heads down, daring not to look at the person sitting on the throne, for fear that the other party felt that they were pitying, despising, or offending him.
But in fact, who dare to pity him, despise him, offend him? He is the closest in the world, and unless the Tianshui School has reached the point of life and death, he may not have set foot in this dirty world for a lifetime.
Minister Yan, who stood for a long time on the outside of the door, could understand the feelings of these obediently quail-like Xuanmen people. When he saw the legendary Xuancheng Zidao, he could not believe his eyes at all.
It is said that this man has been alive for one or two hundred years. Imagined that he should be an old man with a black-haired crane, with a long white beard, and only a pair of eyes that are bright and divine, fully showing his fairy style bones. But in reality, he was amazingly young and suffocating.
Fangalo is already a face that looks almost like a demon, but he is not inferior, but the temperament is more cold and alienated, like the cleanest snow on the top of Tianshan. His shoulder-length hair was covered with the color of frost and snow, but his face was smooth and delicate, and no trace of wrinkles could be seen. A pair of long and dark eyes seemed to condense all the mysteries and unpredictability in the world, and it could almost hook the soul.
At this moment, he was waiting for his eyes, and a light blue robe with a bright and shining light made him look more like a human being. Zhifei Tao is clearly his apprentice, but sitting beside him is like his grandfather, old and unsightly.
Regardless of his strength, this Yan Zhishu alone surprised Minister Yan. But he soon realized that Mr. Fan seemed to be the apprentice, so he and Zhifei Tao were the same generation. In this way, the teacher Vatican's facial rejuvenation is also very powerful!
Before entering the hall, Minister Yan ranked the strength of these people according to their physical characteristics and mental state. This Xuancheng Zidao should be a powerful character.
Enough observation, Minister Yan opened the door and said, "I accept your proposal."
"Then I will say goodbye first, and you will be informed of the good news in a few days." The heavenly man with frost and snow rose slowly with his empty sleeves and left without any hassle.
He did not endlessly wrestle with Minister Yan, nor did he express his anger and protest. When he came to the military, he only said a total of two sentences: the first sentence, I will help you solve the demon vine, you restore my dojo; second The sentence is now the sentence. He was reticent and aloof, but under these calm appearances, he concealed the arrogance and emptiness of all cultivators.
When facing him directly, Minister Yan can clearly feel that this is a person without temperature. The existence of the so-called closest gods seems to be somewhat credible.
When Xuan Chengzi left, those Xuanmen masters who had never appeared in the dunya also walked away cleanly.
Minister Yan stared at the backs of these people swaying away, I do n’t know why, the tooth roots were itchy. He sincerely hopes that this case can be resolved by Mr. Vatican first, otherwise he will have to pretend to be grandchildren of these pretentious sticks. Isn't it uncomfortable to die?
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After leaving the military, Xuan Chengzi sat in a long luxury car and saw the beautiful young girl who had been waiting in the car.
"Nian Ci." He sighed and embraced the red-eyed girl into his arms, inserting her five fingers into her long, algae-like hair, and smoothed it out gently. His humanity, tenderness and love will only be left to this person in his arms.
"Master Zu, I'm sorry, I did a lot of wrong things. It was I who caused the Tianshui Palace to be demolished, and it also caused the brothers and sisters to be stagnant. Master Zu, please punish me." Lin Nianci raised her head and said in tears: My mother is not dead, Shizu, she saved me. "
Speaking of Song Enci, Xuan Chengzi's calm and water-like heart actually set off a storm. However, he was so good at hiding emotions that no one saw the abnormality.
He pressed Lin Nianci's head into his arms and comforted him gently: "Master Zu will help you solve all your troubles. You are right. The Master Zu came too late and hurt you. The dojo can be rebuilt soon, your brother and brother. Cultivation can also be restored, and I can find the kindness. You just need to grow up with peace of mind. "
Lin Nianci, whose real age is more than 70 years old, is always as fragile as a baby in his eyes. He doesn't think his children are wrong, so the fault can only be someone else or the world.
The car was about to drive away, but was stopped by a luxury car that was suddenly inserted. The door opened, an old man stepped out, went to the trunk, took out a wheelchair, and pushed back to the door that was always open, struggling to help a young man.
Seeing the young man's face clearly, Lin Nianci remembered that there was another mess he left behind. She quickly hid in the arms of the ancestor, and panted quietly.
"What's wrong? He bullied you?" Xuan Chengzi's voice was cold.
Lin Nianen, who was sitting opposite the two, lowered her head, hiding her disapproving expression. Shizu always maintains his sister black and white, regardless of whether it is black or white, so that no matter how big a disaster the sister breaks, it doesn't matter. The removal of the Taoism of the Tianshui School is equivalent to the demise of Taoism. All this is caused by the elder sister, but the ancestors still don't think there is any problem with this. If they are replaced by others, will they have a life?
Lin Nianci shook his head and dared not speak.
Xuan Chengzi caressed her smooth hair and said softly: "Nothing, Master is here."
Lin Nianen would like to ask a big question: What day would your old man be away? But he didn't dare, he could only hold back.
Hu Sisi thought, the old man had pushed the young man to the front, self-reported: "Is it Xuanchengzi Taoist? I am a white screen, this time I want to ask, Miss Lin Nianci promised me something, Can Master Dao help her cash? "
It ’s just a month or two, the curtain is thin and thin, both legs are covered with thick plaster from below the knees, and the beautiful face is running through a scary wound, looks very incomparable miserable.
After leaving Van Gogh, Lin Nianci, who had promised to help him change his life, disappeared completely. He couldn't send text messages and couldn't answer the phone, as if the promise was a joke.
Shortly after that, the white curtain suffered an extremely serious car accident, a comminuted fracture of his legs, and lost the ability to walk freely. He spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair. And his company was in trouble because of this unexpected stock price plunge.
How did he betray Van Gogh, how is he now betrayed by fate.
In fact, he had given up his will to survive, because even if someone could change his life for him now, he would never be able to heal his legs. His despair never stopped. He is here to collect debts and seek a result.
"What did you promise him?" Xuan Chengzi didn't even give alms to the white curtain, but looked down at Lin Nianci, his tone was very gentle and indulgent.
"I promised to change his life for him. Master, can you do it?" Lin Nianci tugged the sleeve of this man who was like a man in heaven. His eyes were full of trust and worship. In her view, there is nothing in the world that ancestors cannot do.
Lin Nianen knew this deal long ago, but he was not surprised. But Changsheng and Changzheng exchanged a look of surprise, and both lowered their heads, daring no one to see their expression change.
There are not many ways to change one's life. The only few types are magic arts, which is to exchange the lives or luck of others for exchange. What would his old man do? Promise or not?
The Tianshui faction has never been exposed to evil magic. The little teacher clearly knew it but gave promises indiscriminately. Why is she so ignorant? Thinking of this, Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen's impression of Lin Nianci has fallen greatly. They never knew that Shimei was such a reckless impulsive love. Everything she does seems to be a good starting point, but the results are disheartening.
The director of Zhifei Road couldn't help but express a surprise, refused: "No ..."
But he was interrupted by Xuan Chengzi before he finished saying: "You come near and let me see." He was actually prepared to help this man change his life!
Zhifei Daochang suddenly dare not speak, and Lin Nianci showed a relief expression.
Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen closed their eyes and tried to strengthen their Taoism and respect for the teachers, but they couldn't help but shake their hearts vividly. Fangalo's "do something, do something" has already had a profound impact on them, but they have not yet noticed it.
The scene was pushed by the housekeeper to the door of the car.
Xuan Chengzi stared at his face and asked him to make a brief deduction of his eighth birthday. He shook his head and said, "No one can change your life. You were originally a ten-day desperate star, and the tenth is the end I can be reborn. I want to change my life for you, not for this life, but for the other nine, because they are consistent. Even for the life of the tenth, I do n’t have that ability. , Go back. "
"So, you can't help me at all, but in order to take advantage of me and push me to the dead end?" Baek asked extremely calmly.
Xuan Chengzi is not interested in knowing what the so-called use is in his mouth. As long as Nian Ci can live healthy and healthy, she can do whatever she wants.
"This is a shaman, I painted it by myself, and I will send someone to you after it expires. No one can change your life, don't do unnecessary entanglement. When you encounter Nianci, you get this life-saving You ’re lucky enough.
Xuan Chengzi ordered coldly:
Drive.

The driver immediately bypassed the white car and drove away slowly.
Seeing that the white curtain had never reached for a charm, Xuan Chengzi threw it at random into the car window, and pressed Lin Nianci's guilty face into his arms, forbidding her to look at this unknown person again.
Zhifei Taoist breathed a sigh of relief because Master had never used magic. Chang Sheng and Chang Zhen clenched their fists together, suppressing the sudden chill in their hearts.
The housekeeper gritted his teeth and shivered his body, but the white curtain hooked his lips and grinned. What is lucky enough to have this life-saving method? Is a disfigured face, a pair of smashed legs, and a restless breath for the rest of their lives, are these people so lucky?
And he could have received the warm embrace of Van Gogh again and again and an unprecedented sense of security. In Van Gogh, he would not feel that he was inferior and would not suffer any humiliation. Why should he believe Lin Nianci? Why is it so greedy? When he met Fangallo, he was lucky enough to watch him from a distance. Why should he break free?
Regret swept through the curtain like a frenzy. He covered his eyes, but the tears dropped down his fingers, unstoppable.
The butler squatted down, picked up the rune, and said with a strong smile: "Small curtain, you can't change your life, even if you have this rune."
The scene quickly recovered calm, and when he raised his head, no one would find that he had ever cried. He took a look at the charm and threw it into the sewer next to it. He didn't want this life anymore, only to return it to Mr. Fan.
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After returning to the temporary foothold of the Tianshui School, Xuan Chengzi ordered people to immediately prepare the instruments they needed.
The director of Zhifei reminded him: "The traitor of Vanguard is also in Beijing. Do we have to solve him first?"
"Let's do it first, he can't run, he dare not run." Xuan Chengzi's tone was faint, and his expression was shallow.
"Tu'er knows now." Zhifei Daochang suddenly dared not say anything.
With the help of the entire Xuan Men, the tools needed by Xuan Chengzi were quickly delivered. After nightfall, he came to the tallest skyscraper in Beijing, climbed the lightning rod tower hovered by the hurricane, and used a compass to search for the location of the monster.
The compass's pointer began to turn wildly, which showed how much undercurrent is hidden in this bustling city. In the high altitude that is invisible to the eyes of the common people, many evil spirits and evil spirits are condensing into a cloud of black clouds, spreading from all directions.
Rao is a calm, water-like Xuan Chengzi who can't help but reveal a look of surprise. He immediately bit his fingertips, squeezed out blood, smeared on the compass, and continued to look for monsters.
At the same time, Van Gogh suddenly received text messages from Duan Xiaoyun, one after another, continuously. To be more precise, it was not a text message, but a picture, and the contents of the picture were clearly seen.