A scrap collection station comes to mind

No. 25

Chen Muyu talked a lot, but neither of them spoke. Instead, they frowned, but they didn't know what they were thinking about.

"Brother Tianming, you worked with Tianhong back then. I think you have more say." Hu Yichun directly put the question to Qianling.

"snort."

The gun spirit snorted in displeasure, and then said, "Although I have followed Tianhong before, it didn't last long, but I am still familiar with Tianhong's aura..."

"I don't feel Tianhong's aura here?"

Gun Spirit was a little confused.

"you sure?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the things below have nothing to do with Holy Lord Tianhong.

Qiang Ling pinched his chin, with a hint of confusion on his brows, "Don't tell me, don't tell me. Although the smell of this place is not Tianhong's, it feels a bit familiar inexplicably."

"oh?"

Chen Muyu looked at him strangely, "Do you know what kind of existence's aura it is?"

Hearing this, Gun Ling's face showed a bit of embarrassment.

"It's been too long ago, I can't remember clearly."

Qianling shook his head and turned to Hu Yichun next to him, "Hulu, what do you think?"

"I guess it's somewhat familiar."

Hu Yichun also frowned, "However, I am familiar with something, but I can't tell. Maybe as you said, it has been too long and the memory is blurred. I think it must be an old friend we have met before..."

"You two, do you want to think carefully?" Chen Muyu asked.

After hearing this, the two looked at each other, both feeling a little embarrassed.

"Fellow Taoist, Brother Tianming and I are quite old. We have experienced countless things and met countless people. It is impossible to remember everything and everyone. Give us some time, maybe we can think about it. Get up, but you made us think it was a little too difficult for us..."

Hu Yichun gave a helpless smile.

"Well said."

Qiang Ling nodded in agreement and agreed with Hu Yichun.

Chen Muyu was helpless. The two people talked for a long time. They seemed to have said something, but they seemed to have said nothing.

"Can you two think of a way to go down and see what's going on?"

Chen Muyu pointed downwards. It would be useless to say more. If he could get to the bottom of this crack, wouldn't everything be clear?

"I'm not good at this."

Hu Yichun shook his head and his eyes fell on Gun Ling.

The gun spirit frowned slightly, first looked down, and then said, "This place is a bit weird. This repulsive force from bottom to top doesn't look like the power of law. I don't dare to go down whether it's possible." ensure."

"It doesn't hurt to try!" Chen Muyu said.

Right now, we can only place our hope on the gun spirit.

First figure out what is there. If it is desirable, then you have to get it with some effort. If there is nothing desirable, then forget it.

Gun Spirit glared, "You kid, you just ordered me to do things, but don't forget the promise between you and me."

He seemed a little angry in his heart. He used to call him Taoist friend politely, but now he calls him "boy" directly.

Chen Muyu smiled bitterly, "In a few days, I will go into the Golden Pagoda to kill with two fellow Taoists."

"snort."

Gunling snorted softly, then turned to Hu Yichun and said, "Don't be idle, use some calamity energy to clear the way for me."

"learn."

Hu Yichun smiled slightly, and immediately a large amount of calamity energy appeared out of thin air.

The gun spirit returned to its original form, and the Hongmeng Spear circled in the air and plunged downwards.

A large amount of calamity energy condensed into a spiral in front of the gun head, and the two cooperated to quickly shoot downwards.

In Chen Muyu's field of vision, the purple light of luck is really repulsive to these calamities.

The two seemed to be completely opposite. With the help of Jie Qi, the Hongmeng Spear moved very smoothly.

Unfortunately, Chen Muyu couldn't keep up, so he could only wait where he was with Hu Yichun.

"This reckless guy is only qualified to do these jobs." Hu Yichun said coldly.

Chen Muyu was a little stunned.

The two of them were not as harmonious as he thought, and there were times when they were trying to undermine each other behind the scenes.

"Fellow Daoist Hu."

At this time, Chen Muyu spoke, "Tell me, can luck be transferred from one person to another?"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Hu Yichun smiled and said, "The theory of luck is inherently illusory. Although I have not seen it with my own eyes, I am certain that it definitely exists..."

"As you said, the method of fortune has been around since ancient times. I once heard a friend who is good at this say that the luck that a person carries throughout his life is determined. Fortune transfer and calamity are all actions that defy nature. If not done carefully, you will be punished by God..."

Hu Yichun talked eloquently, "Fellow Taoist, why do you suddenly ask this? Could it be that you want to take the luck at the bottom of the river as your own?"

Chen Muyu was noncommittal, "That Huang Yao relied on the method of refining Yin Dan to extract luck from the Huanglong River and turned it into his own use..."

"That's just a little."

Hu Yichun shook his head, "Refining Yin Dan, how much luck can be extracted from such a simple method?"

"To be honest, the old friend I just mentioned had the same idea as you, and he also acted on it..."

"But do you know what his final outcome will be?"

"Appreciate further details."

"He was struck back by luck, at least, that's what he said before he died."

"Luck backfires?"

"Yes, everything has a certain degree. You should know that too much is too little. You should eat as much as your belly has. If you insist on eating more, your belly will be burst..."

"What does the backlash of luck look like?" Chen Muyu was a little curious.

Hu Yichun sighed, "Unlike Shajie, he was burned to ashes by an invisible fire. He himself said that it was the fire of destiny. Hey, he was a strong man in the Seven-Star Perfection Realm. pity."

Speaking of this, Hu Yichun was a little silent, as if he was remembering the past.

Chen Muyu was a little shocked. The more luck, the better. Why would it be backlashed?

"In other words, if a person's luck exceeds the limit of what he can bear, isn't it a good thing?" Chen Muyu murmured.

Hu Yichun nodded, "This is indeed the case. Some people are unlucky people. Some blessings are naturally unlucky to enjoy."

Speaking of this, Hu Yichun glanced at Chen Muyu and said, "Fellow Taoist, we have already talked about this, do you still want to take the luck of the Huanglong River as your own?"

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment. To be honest, he did have this idea. If he could keep such luck as his own, why not?