Xuan Huan: I'm really not the child of luck

At this moment, Lin Feng's entangled mind was about to explode.

On one side is Ning Shuibing who shares weal and woe with her.

On one side is the Holy Child Throne of the Holy Xiao Palace.

It is too difficult for a man to choose between feelings on the one hand and power on the other.

"Both of you go back to rest first, let me consider this matter myself." After a while, Lin Feng finally said these words to the two women.

The two women reluctantly left Lin Feng's other hall and walked towards their residence.

At this time, the three of them had their own ghosts in their hearts.

...

The three of them didn't sleep well all night, they were all thinking about Lin Feng's decision after dawn.

This night, Lin Feng fell into deep thought after the two left.In a daze, he fell into a dreamland. In the dream, he entered a purple fairyland. He saw a gray-haired old man sitting under a purple tea tree, drinking tea slowly. The purple clothes fluttered, and he poured himself a drink. When he saw Lin Feng, he asked him to drink tea with him.

"Excuse me, Xian Weng, where is this place?" Lin Feng asked politely, clasping his hands.

"Is this Ziyun Tiancheng?"

"Purple Rhyme Tiancheng?" Lin Feng read silently, he had never heard of this title.

"Did you forget that there is a Ziyun Xuanguang Stone in your Qiankun Box? This is the Ziyun Tiancheng Realm inside the Ziyun Xuanguang Stone." The old man reminded him.

Lin Feng suddenly remembered the Purple Rhythm Xuanguang Stone he had opened earlier, but he didn't expect the Purple Rhyme Xuanguang Stone to have such a mystery, no wonder it was a treasure.

"Xianweng, why are you here?"

"When the old man has nothing to do, he will drink tea and have fun here, forgetting the sorrows of the world."

"May I ask how to call Xian Weng?"

"Just call me Wangyou Immortal Venerable."

"Immortal Wangyou? Can it really make me forget your worries too?" Lin Feng has been worrying about the matter of the Son for the past few days, and his already worried hair is about to fall out. How can he forget his worries?
"Things in the world can only be discussed from the heart, and you can do what you think. Only by following your own mind can you live a chic and unrestrained life." Mr. Wangyou turned around and drifted away after leaving these few words.

"Drink the tea on the table, it can help you forget your worries." This sentence floats in the air from near to far.

In a blink of an eye, the figure of the Immortal Venerable had disappeared into the mist.

Without thinking about it, Lin Feng poured all the tea left on the table into his stomach in one breath, hoping that drinking it would really make him forget his sorrows.

"My lord..." Are you up yet?Today is the day when the Holy Lord is out of customs, you all need to go to the Holy Lord Hall to wait for the Holy Lord to leave the customs.

The little maid waited outside the house for a long time but did not see Lin Feng getting up.The day when the holy lord is out of customs can't afford to delay the time, he usually goes out at this time, why didn't he wake up today?The little maid was suspicious, so she shouted at the door.

Lin Feng was awakened by the little maid's cry, and suddenly sat up, he had indeed overslept.

He thought of the dream he had, but it was uncertain whether it was a fantasy or not.

But at this moment, he has cleared his mind.

He wants to obtain the position of the Holy Son, practice Fengyu Linggong, and make himself a master.

At this moment, my heart was extremely determined.

"I'll come out right now." Lin Feng said to the little maid outside.

Seeing Lin Feng's response, the little servant girl immediately felt relieved, at least nothing happened, otherwise she would not be able to get away with it.

"After the young master washes up, please hurry to the Holy Master's shop and wait."

"understood."

Lin Feng finished washing in a hurry, and then went straight to the Holy Lord Hall.

When he arrived at the Holy Lord's Hall, everyone had already dressed up and was ready for battle. The entire Holy Lord's Hall looked even more majestic and imposing.

Lin Feng was deeply shocked again.

After becoming the Holy Son, it is a matter of course that he is the successor of the Holy Master. This is a good opportunity to turn around in this life. If you follow your own heart, you will not regret it.

Lin Feng found a corner and stood still.

He searched around for Ning Shuibing's figure, but he couldn't find it because there were too many people, but he saw Gu Suting standing on the side of the Holy Lord's seat, with a phoenix crown and xiapei, and fairy sleeves fluttering.

After a while, everyone shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the Holy Master for successfully leaving the customs." After the sound, Zi Ying suddenly appeared on the Holy Lord's seat, and the purple shadow turned into a human and appeared as the Gusu Holy Master.

"I'm leaving the customs today, and all the disciples must know what it is for?"

"We know it's for the selection of the Holy Son." Everyone replied.

"Now the Holy Son has been missing for a hundred years, and I have been waiting for a disciple with excellent luck to fill the vacancy. Now that person has appeared, so I plan to canonize him as the Holy Son."

Everyone was shocked, and the following began to be noisy, and there were many discussions.

"Didn't it mean to choose the Holy Son? How come it has already been finalized? Who has such a chance?"

"Yeah? How did the Son of Election become the Son of Ding?"

"Which kid is so lucky to let the Holy Master make a final decision, so you don't have to choose?"

Among them were a few old immortals who were still planning for their own sons, but they did not expect the Holy Master to announce that the Holy Son had been decided.

How can this make them feel bad?

Has all my hard work and teaching for so many years been in vain?Will lose to a boy with no name and no surname?

"According to the meaning of the Holy Master, there is already a candidate for the position of the Holy Son?" An old fairy couldn't help it, and asked directly.

"Yes." He replied without hesitation.

"I don't know which child of chance and luck is it? Can he be blessed with heaven?" Another evil person hurriedly asked, he wanted to see which kid had such a great ability.

At this moment, Gu Su Ting was looking for Lin Feng among the crowd.

"Send an order to let Lin Feng sit up," the Holy Master ordered.

The Dharma protectors on the left and right announced the order in unison.

"Son, please sit up." As soon as the words fell, the crowd naturally gave way to a road.

I saw Lin Feng walking out proudly.

I saw a poorly dressed young man walking slowly from the road. Although he didn't wear fancy clothes, he still couldn't hide his handsome appearance and innate domineering dancing posture.

When everyone saw this kid, they all sighed.

Those with a clear heart are all amazed that he is indeed the chosen one.

But the dark heart is thinking, this kid is only mediocre, why can he be elected as the Holy Son?
"Why did the Holy Master choose this boy who has not yet started to be the Holy Son among the many disciples?" The old Taoist who opened his mouth was really not convinced. How could his father and son be reconciled to the position of son, but now he was snatched away by this unknown boy?
Especially after he was elected as the holy son, he had the opportunity to marry Gusu Ting. His son had a deep-rooted love for Gusu Ting since he was a child. Wouldn't it be good to let him give up now? How can he explain to his son? You must fight for your son, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you must fight until the end, in case the Lord changes his mind.Isn't that a beautiful thing?
For his son, he must fight hard.