I rely on luck to be a salted fish in the world of comprehension

Chapter 41 Meeting the Red Umbrella Man Again

Shen Fuxing followed Yin Jiao and left.

Yinjiao didn't break his promise, and didn't dare to break his promise, and returned everyone intact to Fu Yuan who was pursing his lips.

Those who were sent back looked at this big boss of the Three Realms who had been a guest of the sect with special peace of mind.

Only Yin Jiao looked at their leaving backs with inexplicable pity.

Her eyes fell on a man being sent back.

The white clothes brought a burst of plum fragrance in the air, and she only had time to see a frowning look in her self-blaming eyes.

Yinjiao withdrew his gaze, transformed into a black cloth belt covered with mantras in his hand, and said with a smile: "Then just follow the thread on your body."

The world became dark, and the cloth belt with the mantra restricted even the consciousness.

Shen Fuxing secretly tried it, but he couldn't untie the cloth belt.

【system? 】

Shen Fuxing hasn't heard the voice of the system in his head for a long time. It seems that since he started to practice, the system has seen that he has made progress, and the system has not urged him much.

【Huh!Why is it so dark around you? 】The system's surprised voice came from the mind, but it failed to scan Shen Fuxing's surroundings.

【...Okay, you can turn off the phone. 】Shen Fuxing doesn't expect to use the garbage system that doesn't exist at this critical moment.

【Oh fine. ] After checking the system, he found that his internal program seemed to be disturbed by something, so he shut up in frustration.

Where Shen Fuxing couldn't see, the golden lines behind him lit up one after another, and they were about to spread to the cat's paw lines under Shen Fuxing's right cheek.

But when the system is shut down, it goes out quickly.

Shen Fuxing could only rely on his own strength.

He could feel that there was indeed an invisible thread, as if through some mysterious medium, connected to his sea of ​​consciousness, pointing to the unknowable front.

The chain on Yinjiao's ankle made a crisp sound in the wind, which meant that she was still by her side.

Shen Fuxing's only worry was that Fu Yuan originally followed him to the Moonfall Mountains, but now that he was taken away, what would Fu Yuan do.

Thinking about his temperament, he would never go to Yunlai Xianzong again.

Fu Yuan's purple eyes looked at the luck around Shen Fuxing, and he didn't see the black color representing death and unknown in it, so he was slightly relieved.

Immediately, his brows frowned slightly.

Shen Fuxing, who was wearing a black cloth belt, covered his starry eyes, leaving only his well-defined facial features and a pair of lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with a hint of pity inexplicably.

The black cloth imbued Shen Fuxing's facial features with a mysterious and stern color, which actually made his whole body unpredictable, as if there was a layer of mist between him and everyone.

It was very similar to "Shen Fuxing" who woke up in the holy temple that night.

"I wish you all a happy life." Yinjiao tapped her toes, her body floated backwards, a large black boat slowly appeared from mid-air, and Yinjiao's landing happened to land on the bow.

On the boat, black-clothed and masked monks exuding demonic aura were lined up in two rows, completely dispelling everyone's attempts to retaliate.

It turned out that in mid-air, there were even fellow demons.

Yin Jiao is so cautious.

Mei Ruoxue's eyes fell on the big black boat for a few seconds, then she looked away.

From being held hostage by Yun Buyun and the Seventh Elder to being threatened by Yin Jiao just now and urging Shen Fuxing to go with them, Hong Ling never cried.

But at this moment, seeing Shen Fuxing being blindfolded and having to voluntarily jump onto the black big boat, Hong Ling finally couldn't help but pull up Master Mei's sleeve, her eyes were red, and her voice could not stop her self-blame: " Brother Fu Xing...wouldn't be killed by them to practice...it's all because Hongling is useless."

Mei Ruoxue touched Hongling's head, pulled her into her arms, and comforted her in a low voice: "I don't blame you, but those traitors."

Mei Ruoxue's eyes turned from Shen Fuxing to Fu Yuan.

"Send you to a place where the clouds are unclear, and I'll take my leave." Fu Yuan's icy voice contained no emotion, but Mei Ruoxue knew that if it wasn't for Shen Fuxing, the Master of the Three Realms wouldn't care about their life or death at all.

"Thank you." Mei Ruoxue didn't speak any more, and she didn't look behind him again, her eyes drifted away, afraid of the disciples Mei Ruoxue would question.

Shen Fuxing felt that the things under his feet were moving.

Surrounded by a gust of fierce wind, Shen Fuxing quickly opened the aura shield for himself, guessing that he was on an extremely fast vehicle, and the wind blowing from his side was sharp enough to hurt people.

Yinjiao took Liu Suanzi and sat at the farthest place from Shen Fuxing again.

She stared at the big ship very carefully, for fear that this three-level magic weapon would have an accident on the way. She didn't have another three-level magic weapon that could accommodate so many people for a long-distance voyage.

Fortunately, the "voluntary" commanded by Master Mo may have played a role. After several storms and waves of prying eyes, the Wujue hidden spirit ship lost several important parts and the hull was slightly damaged. After waiting for some trivial things, we arrived at our destination safely.

Shen Fuxing had no vision, couldn't see what was happening around Wujue's hidden spirit ship, only felt the ship's body bumped a few times, and felt that the vehicle under his feet was not very stable, probably the level of the magic weapon was not very good.

That faint line is finally coming to an end.

After getting off the unsafe vehicle, Shen Fuxing walked to the destination in a thick mist.

There was a faint fragrance of flowers coming from all around, Shen Fuxing sniffed it, it was peony.

In addition, there was the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, but Shen Fuxing didn't feel the rain.

"People brought it to you, remember your promise to the Lord." Yin Jiao's voice carried a warning.

"Of course." The speaker's uninhibitedness could be vaguely defended in the joking voice.

Yinjiao snorted coldly and led the people away.

There seemed to be only him and the owner of the joking voice left here.

"Huh..." The owner of the voice approached.

Shen Fuxing heard the sound of the rain stop, as if the rain really only fell on his side.

The smell of peonies is getting closer, I don't know if it's the scent of flowers or the smell of this person.

"It turned out to be an acquaintance." The owner of the voice stood in front of him for a while, and suddenly said such a sentence.

acquaintance?What acquaintance?Shen Fuxing quickly became vigilant.

"Oh, I forgot, your consciousness has been sealed." The man's voice was somewhat apologetic.

Shen Fuxing felt that two fingers stretched out in front of him and brushed gently over his eyes, as if pulling out the sun from the dark clouds.

Although the eyes were still blocked by the cloth belt, Shen Fuxing's consciousness was liberated.

The first thing that comes into view is a lady's red umbrella with a bright red surface and a golden pink peony depiction on it. There is a green wishful knot on the handle, with jade pendants and tassels of the same color, which matches the man's green bamboo pattern Tsing Yi very well. .

Shen Fuxing also remembered that they had indeed seen it, in the last image of the five-element white rainbow.

It was this man who led them out of the last scene [Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water].

Shen Fuxing still remembered that the umbrella in his hand was his wife's weapon, and his wife was killed by himself.

The young master in Tsing Yi has a delicate appearance and a gentle complexion, and he was very surprised by the change in Shen Fuxing's face: "If it weren't for the water chestnut mark between your eyebrows and the breath I planted on your body, I really wouldn't be able to recognize you at all. "

Shen Fuxing's appearance has changed too much, if it weren't for the sharp mark between his brows, no one would be able to recognize him.

However, what's the matter with the breath he planted on his body?Shen Fuxing quickly inspected himself, but found no aura.

This is also normal, because even Fu Yuan didn't know that Shen Fuxing still had other people's aura left on him.

Yue Changliu seemed to know what Shen Fuxing was thinking, he smiled lightly, and the red umbrella also shook: "Oh, you can't blame me, after all, I still have a few questions I want to ask you, and I was in a hurry to leave at that time, If you don’t leave anything behind, where will you find someone?”

The man's smile was very sincere, and after Shen Fuxing inspected it, he took a transparent raindrop from Shen Fuxing's body seriously, and calmly sent it back to the rain curtain behind him.

Shen Fuxing followed the raindrops to look over, only to find that the rain curtain was really only within the range of the yard behind Yue Changliu, without any overflow, as if that piece of heaven and earth formed a whole by itself, completely isolated from this place.

"Okay. I've brought out that breath~" Yue Changliu nodded to himself, and continued: "You are actually the son of luck sent by Yinjiao. I'm even more curious about you. I want to ask There are still more problems.”

Yue Changliu was troubled, as if he didn't know where to start asking.

"Son of Destiny?" Shen Fuxing grasped the key word.

"Yeah, they are very afraid of your fortune." Speaking of this, Yue Changliu quickly became interested, looked at Shen Fuxing carefully, and said in an exclamation tone: "They said, let me encourage your cultivation. In such a situation, don’t increase the fortune in your body, and at the same time specifically warned me not to do some unnecessary things, otherwise I will be very unlucky...Really? Am I really going to be very unlucky?"

Yue Changliu spoke with intense interest in his eyes, as if he really wanted to see how unlucky he would be if he did unnecessary things.

Shen Fuxing twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at Yue Changliu's appearance, he understood Yin Jiao's painstaking efforts before leaving.

According to Yue Changliu's personality, he might kill himself before he finished his work for them, which is really not worth the candle.

"I don't know either, you can try." Shen Fuxing suggested sincerely.

No matter what the demons want to do, he hopes that the other party will be unlucky and can't do anything.

but……

Improve cultivation without increasing luck?

What do you mean?

Would his improvement in cultivation affect his luck?Why doesn't he know it himself?

Shen Fuxing felt that he was trapped in a fog, and the enemy in front of him seemed to know some mysteries about him better than himself.

For example, the chaotic bone has no resistance to the essence of life, and even Shen Fuxing himself cannot prevent the body from absorbing it; for example, the long black belt can also block the system; Gradually intensified by increasing...

For another example, they knew that the increase in their cultivation would lead to an increase in luck, so they spared no effort to help him upgrade.

This was the point that Shen Fuxing couldn't understand the most.

Apart from the unidentified golden tattoo on his back, he didn't know what benefits his increased cultivation could bring them.

But in fact, as the lines expand, they climb from the back to the cheeks.

Shen Fuxing had a hunch that it was part of him.

The possibility of being related to the demons is very small.

What exactly are the demons trying to do?

While Shen Fuxing was contemplating, Yue Changliu beside him was not idle, and he watched Shen Fuxing's golden lines from the back of his neck to his cheeks from various angles.

While admiring and marveling, it seems that this is an amazing work drawn by the mysterious hand of the creator. The more I look at it, the more I am fascinated, and I even want to take a small notebook to write down these pictures.

Shen Fuxing had no choice but to turn from thinking about demons to resisting perverts.

He stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and pushed Yue Changliu, who was getting closer and closer, away from the strange angle of his armpit: "I don't mess with gays, stay away from me, thank you."

The author has something to say: No, you do (.)

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