My Wonderful Nurse Wife

Yanjing, Wen Zhongyuan stood on the Xiangshan Observatory, closed his eyes and rested, and then slowly opened it, looking at the outline of the entire Yanjing. Beside him, stood an old monk, the old abbot Yimei.

The sun was out, and the weather was sunny and warm. After several days of gloomy rain, I will feel better on such a sunny day.

Wen Zhongyuan is in a good mood, with the usual faint smile on his mouth. The old abbot Yimei stood beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing his senility, as if his life was dying. But, who knows how long he lived, and how long can he continue to live?

Wen Zhongyuan turned his head and glanced at the old abbot Yimei, and said, "Old abbot, you chose the wrong one."

The old abbot Yimei was a slave to the python, opposed to the minister of the dragon. As the minister of the dragon, Wen Zhongyuan said that he had chosen the wrong one, which was nothing more than the faction issue.

The old abbot Yimei laughed and said: "At this time, I won't say what is right or wrong. If you live to that time, you can see the result."

Wen Zhongyuan smiled and said: "The old abbot Yimei has a low-key mentality, but I don't like to listen to what I say, just look at the results? You mean, everything depends on the results, so even if the situation of the minister of dragon support is no longer Okay, maybe you won't be able to win?"

"This is also true." The old abbot Yimei smiled: "Does the slave of the python definitely lose?"

Wen Zhongyuan squinted his eyes and said, "Then tell me about Tang Ye this time. What do you think the result will be when the fans meet Tang Ye?"

The old abbot Yimei glanced at Wen Zhongyuan and said with a smile: "Master Wen wants to say, will Tang Ye win or lose?"

"That's right." Wen Zhongyuan clenched his fists.

He doesn't like to say this a bit. Because he used to talk to others about the problem of Tang Ye winning or losing many times, thinking that Tang Ye would lose, but Tang Ye won. He was a little scared, so he was afraid to confidently say that he won. After Tang Ye lost, the news came that Tang Ye reversed and won again. Really **** bad luck, he also believed that rumor a little, said whether Tang Ye had some kind of curse on him?

If there is, it is the old Taoist priest. That old Taoist priest even dared to deceive the heavens, how can mortals like them try to fight one of them in vain?

The old abbot Yibrow stroked the long, drooping eyebrows, and said, "Master Wen also arranged this deal with Tang Ye?"

Wen Zhongyuan shook his head, squinted his eyes with a bit of resentment and viciousness, and said, "It's not me, it's grandpa. Let Grandpa take action, Tang Ye really embarrassed me..."

The old abbot Yimei fell silent when he heard Wen Dingmo's action. Wen Dingmo is known as an old writer, and he has been up and down for decades. He is an old man, and he must not be underestimated.

The old abbot Yimei sat and watched the changes in the world, the ups and downs, some things could be understood at a glance, and said: "Old Wenxiang never thought about winning Tang Ye, does he want to trade one for one?"

Wen Zhongyuan was not happy about this kind of thing, and said, "Isn't it my failure that grandpa arranged this way? Originally in my plan, where would I use the evangelist to deal with Tang Ye? Even if I could, it would never be used. So early, let alone exchange one for one now. So, Master, from this incident, you should know that Grandpa will never allow anyone to interfere in the Xuanhuang plan. He is also very anxious, and if he touches him, the consequences will be very serious. Seriously..."

The old abbot Yimei fell silent, Wen Dingmo’s so-called one-for-one arrangement was actually to let the music fans and Tang Ye touch the limit of their luck because of the fight, so as to alarm the Kunlun gatekeeper, and then they were both caught together. Catch the Guwu Rivers and Lakes, so Tang Ye will be helpless. With the strength of the music fan, it is completely no problem to force Tang Ye to use the power to touch his luck.

Perhaps there are some fluke in it, for example, the gatekeeper opposes the minister of helping the dragon, so Tang Ye will be spared.

But with a character like Wen Dingmo set up a situation, how could this not be expected?

Wen Zhongyuan smiled without waiting for the old abbot to speak: "The master thinks the gatekeeper must be just the gatekeeper?"

The old abbot Yimei frowned.

In the text, Zhongyuan took the next flying leaf and said, playing with the leaves: "Doesn't the master think that it is the gatekeeper who most likely wants to break the fetters of heaven and earth?"

The old abbot Yimei's brow furrowed even deeper.

In the text, Zhongyuan played with leaves and laughed playfully, and said: "For example, there is a treasure that everyone wants to obtain, and from these people, select some of them to protect this treasure. Perhaps these people had a firm belief in the beginning and guarded it. I don’t steal myself. But, looking at this treasure year after year and being tempted by the treasure, will this belief remain so firm? And the so-called belief, passed on from generation to generation, will it remain so firm? Things can't hold back their original intentions."

"There are always people who say that if you don't forget your original intention, you can always have it. However, there are some things, if you forget the original intention, you can still get it. Even this always is better than not forgetting the original intention. For the gatekeeper, they are in contact with the world. The most peculiar way, if the shackles of heaven and earth are broken, then they are the closest to the longevity!"

Wen Zhongyuan looked at the old abbot Yimei, smiled happily, and said: "Well, this thing of longevity, people who cannot be touched will feel very far away, but those who can be touched will be crazy and fascinated."

The heart of the old abbot Yimei sank. So, the biggest problem is, is there something wrong with the gatekeeper?

...

Tang Ye didn't show the evil dragon spirit for a long time, and indeed had the intention to evade Kunlun gatekeeper. The power of the evil dragon spirit is the power of Wolong. As long as the power of that divine dragon broke out, it would surely alarm the gatekeeper in Kunlun. Now Tang Ye has been targeted by Li Tianfang and Li Diyuan, and has finally made peace with Li Tianfang and Li Diyuan. If he is targeted by other gatekeepers, he will not be able to have fun in the future. The reason why I can make peace with Li Tianfang and Li Diyuan is because these two guys are so coaxing like a child when they first joined the world.

If this time comes the kind of dumb wood who has entered the world, is not so stupid, and is particularly unreasonable, and only knows to perform tasks, then it is really impossible to play.

However, when Tang Ye wanted to make such a small calculation, music fans were not allowed. The music fan is named Xing Ji. Hearing this name, he knows that he is a person who hides a huge secret. God knows what magical powers she has. Therefore, facing her as a preacher and mysterious, she definitely cannot retain her strength to fight against her.

At this time, the fans violently played the wonderful instrument that turned into a pipa, forming a series of violent hurricanes. The hurricane separated Huo Di Ting and Tang Ye. Under the control of Huo Di Ting, Tang Ye was obviously in trouble, unable to stretch her fists.

The music fan said to Tang Ye: "There is no such good thing in the world that not only allows you to defeat me, but also prevents you from disturbing the Kunlun gatekeeper. In fact, a battle with me will not be good for you regardless of victory or defeat. Because of you and me 'S strength has already reached the limit of luck. If you want to distinguish the victory, you will definitely hit the limit of luck and alarm the gatekeeper. Tang Ye, in this battle, whether you lose or win, you will fail. That one."

Tang Ye's face sank when he heard the fans' words. Only then did he realize that it turned out that this was a game against him, one for one game.