Tianjian Pavilion·Child of Luck

The green hills are steep and continuous, looming under the thin white mist like a belt, and the sky is so high that you can even see the roc soaring in the sky in the distance.

But all of this can't compare to this exquisite and gorgeous building standing in front of them. Shen Mo thinks that he is also a master of cultivation, but he has never seen such a house style.

Above the gate, on a plaque made of unknown material, there are three large characters painted on iron with silver hooks, which look astonishing.

Tianjian Pavilion

This was the place they had been looking for so long, their last hope.

Great Elder Chen Feng's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Shen Mo with more joy and expectation, as well as the condensed sorrow that had been condensed since their entire family was wiped out.

Chen Feng knelt down with a "boom", and together with Shen Mo kowtowed to the silent attic in front of him, mobilizing his spiritual power, and begged with a deep voice: "My lord, please open the door! Please, my lord, open the door! Please, my lord!" Save this kid's life!"

Shen Mo was pressed to the ground by Chen Feng, and the face slightly covered by the messy hair showed a trace of humiliation that couldn't be concealed.

Shen Mo didn't know how long he had been kneeling here, until a pair of feet came into his vision, and he woke up from his daze.

At some point, a young man with a hollow mask covering his eyes quietly stood not far in front of them.

Empty, calm, without any fluctuations, if he hadn't taken the initiative to walk near them, the two of them would never have found this shadow-like person.

Shen Feng's face was overjoyed, and regardless of the embarrassment around him and the piercing pain caused by the faint disorder of the meridians in his body, he pulled Shen Mo, who was covered in scars like him, from the ground and staggered towards the boy.

After they approached, the boy turned around and touched the gate of Tianjian Pavilion with both hands.

For a moment, ripples appeared on the door, and the faint golden light quickly slid along the unknown pattern. After a few breaths, the door opened, and the young man stepped aside and stood quietly aside.

For some reason, Shen Mo's breathing suddenly became short of breath, and he had a vague premonition that as long as he walked through this door, everything would be different.

The existence of "Tianjian Pavilion", in fact, has been circulated among the top families in the cultivation world like their Shen family.

"Tianjian Pavilion" is a secret realm owned by an ancient venerable, and that venerable has the ability to change the world, and has a contract with the family ancestors, promising that some people in these bloodlines can enter when they really need help "Tianjian Pavilion" seeks his help.

Shen Mo is "someone" in these bloodlines. When he was born, there was a birthmark with strange patterns on the back of his neck, which was exactly the same as the patterns described in the rumors.

But no one knows how to enter the Tianjian Pavilion.

Until Shen Feng led Shen Modong to hide in Tibet without any hope of searching, Tianjian Pavilion appeared in front of them by himself.

Thinking of this, Shen Feng felt heart-wrenching pain.

The Shen family no longer existed, and now, only he and Shen Mo fled here like bereaved dogs. His greatest hope now was that the last blood of their Shen family could survive.

"What do you want?"

The moment Shen Feng and the two stepped into the Tianjian Pavilion, a self-smiling voice rang in their ears, Shen Feng was taken aback, and followed the prestige.

A man was sitting on an armchair behind a table, looking at them lazily. His ink-like clothes had fine patterns like drops of water. If you looked closely, the patterns seemed to be alive and slowly spinning. move.

The man noticed Shen Fengzhong's stupefied look, lifted himself up from the chair, propped his chin with one hand, fixed his gaze on Shen Mo's body, and asked again with a smile: "You two, what do you want?"

Shen Mo raised his head and met the man's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

For some reason, Shen Mo's heart trembled.

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion has a world-renowned skin, and his demeanor is unrivaled among the people Shen Mo knows, but those eyes seem to penetrate his soul directly, making him feel a sense of innocence in his heart. Unsettled fear.

But fortunately, the owner of the Tianjian Pavilion only glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze.

Shen Feng suddenly knelt down, and his knees made a "touch" sound on the ground.

Shen Mo's eyes trembled slightly, "Uncle Master..."

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion asked out of boredom: "Presumably you already know the rules of asking me?"

"Yes, His Holiness' rules are nothing more than the word 'price'."

Shen Feng looked straight at the man on the high place and said, "Could your lord give us something that will allow us to live and avenge us?"

The man raised his eyebrows, "Two people? Yes, but what can you give me?"

The ancestor's warning flashed through Shen Feng's mind again, he glanced at the silent and depressed boy standing beside him, and sighed in his heart: "If the Venerable can help him, Shen Feng is willing to give everything. "

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion saw the boy's clenched palm overflowing with blood, and chuckled lightly: "Everything about you? Then I'll have to die."

He moved his eyes to the top three inches of the boy who was staring at him viciously, and clicked his tongue in surprise: "It's really rare, how long has it been since I have seen such a person who is disgusted by the heavens? The lone star of the gods, the fate is extremely hard , bad luck, a lot of ups and downs. If I were you, I would definitely stay as far as possible from this evil person, so as not to be affected by him and end up in a tragic end."

He paused, and said meaningfully: "Your Shen family seems to have been massacred?"

"Shut up!"

"Shen Mo!"

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion looked at the boy's bloodshot eyes with great interest. At such a young age, those eyes seemed to be poisoned and extremely gloomy.He looked at the luck above the boy's head again. The already dark and lightless clouds were boiling and tumbling, and the fierce cloud at the center of the rapid contraction was torn into cracks, and the thick blood light suddenly appeared inside, revealing Grim corner.

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion sighed: "This kind of luck is really spectacular."

Shen Feng's eyes were red, and he kowtowed several times in a dull voice.

This once proud monk, the great elder of the family, has put his self-esteem in the mud, just to keep the most important and only remaining blood in the family.

Shen Feng had no choice but to say like a drowning man grasping at a straw: "Please help me, my lord."

Shen Mo no longer looked at his uncle, he stared at the person behind the table, and said in a hoarse voice, "What can I do to repay your loss?"

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion smiled and said: "If it was the one next to you, nothing he could do would be worth my loss, but you..."

Before the words fell, Shen Mo only felt his eyes flash, and his chin was lifted.

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion bent down, changed the subject, and said softly: "Things that improve luck are basically useless to you. Your own evil spirit is enough to destroy any fairy weapon in the world, but you want to Changing luck is not impossible.”

Facing the face of the owner of the Tianjian Pavilion, Shen Mo was stunned, but was immediately attracted by the words of the owner of the Tianjian Pavilion.

"any solution?"

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion let go of Shen Mo, turned his hand, and a bead appeared in his hand. The bead was full of rosy light and full of color. Suddenly, there seemed to be a real dragon riding inside, and the dragon was singing endlessly.

Shen Feng stood up from the ground, "This is?"

The Pavilion Master of Tianjian Pavilion did not answer Shen Feng's question, but instead looked at Shen Mo whose eyes were firmly glued to the beads, and said to him in a gentle tone: "I once saw a boy who was the opposite of you."

"That child is as extraordinary as you are. As soon as he enters my secret realm in the sky, it makes the place glow with splendor and visions appear frequently. The luck is even more colorful and auspicious for ordinary people to cultivate immortals with a trace Qi, that is the real darling of heaven."

Shen Mo said dryly: "What is he doing to me?"

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion was not annoyed, but just stared at the bead in his hand, and said softly: "That is a good boy. His people are worried that his journey to immortality will be too smooth and not conducive to cultivating the mind, so they asked him to come to find me in heaven. Jian Pavilion and seek a treasure that can suppress luck. But even then, when he left Tianjian Pavilion, his luck turned into gold."

Shen Mo looked at him silently.

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion squatted down, put the beads in Shen Mo's palm, and said softly: "It's so unfair, isn't it? You are the same age as that child, you come from the same family in the world of cultivating immortals, and you are the same arrogance." Lingen, but he was treated so unfairly by the Dao of Heaven. His future must be smooth, with power, rights, and reputation. What about you? You will kill all those who treat you sincerely, and you will be reviled by everyone. Shouting and beating, the path of cultivation is densely covered with thorns, and there is almost no life, until the body dies and the way disappears..."

"enough!"

Before Shen Mo could make a sound, Shen Feng couldn't help interrupting the words of the Pavilion Master of Tianjian Pavilion, even if there was a person in front of him who he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't bear such words.

Such a sad future, just listening to Shen Feng, already broke down in tears.

"Uncle Master." Shen Mo softly changed the sentence to Shen Feng, but his eyes were locked on the face of the Pavilion Master of the Tianjian Pavilion, and there seemed to be blood in his dark eyes, "Mo'er's future will definitely not In this way, with the help of the Venerable, Mo'er will surely be able to avenge his revenge and trample on the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth under his feet."

The owner of the Tianjian Pavilion hooked his lips and smiled lightly.

It's a pity that Jin Lin is a thing in the pond.

The man's dazzling smile was fleeting, "This bead is called 'Luck Eye', which can communicate with the heavens and track the luck of people in the world, but it's not enough just for that."

Before the words were finished, the man put his two fingers together before the two of them could react, and tapped on Shen Mo's forehead.

"My lord!" Shen Feng exclaimed.

Suddenly, Shen Feng felt a frightening force passing over him.

The man lifted his lips, smiled at something and said, "Now that things have happened, do you still want to regret it? Don't you think it's a loss to exchange it for the whole fairy world?"

Shen Feng didn't know what the Pavilion Master of Tianjian Pavilion said, but as the power receded, the feeling of penetration that made his hair stand on end disappeared, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Feng's heart sank, and he even felt that the owner of the Tianjian Pavilion was unfathomable.

The man glanced at Shen Feng, withdrew his hand and said: "If you want to change your fate, then you can practice according to the exercises I taught you. With your aptitude, I believe that you will be looked up to by thousands of people in just a few decades. "

Shen Mo frowned for a moment, glanced at the imprint left by the man, his whole body was shocked, and looked at the man in disbelief, with ecstasy on his face.

Shen Feng asked with concern: "Mo'er, what kind of exercise is the Venerable passing on?"

Shen Mo closed his eyes for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, the oppressive black clouds surged in his eyes, and he spit out word by word: ""The Law of Reversal Seizure", practitioners can take away people's luck and devour people's spiritual power."

Shen Feng gasped, overwhelmed by ecstasy at random, he said in a trembling voice: "This kind of exercise has already surpassed this world..."

Shen Mo looked coldly at the leaping flying dragon inside the little bead in his palm, and a childish but cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, there is one more thing he didn't say just now, there is an additional page in this exercise called "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun", which can exert his luck on others bit by bit.

Raising his eyes inadvertently, Shen Mo met the eyes of the owner of the Tianjian Pavilion, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if the dark filth and despicable jealousy in his heart were known to men, and those eyes seemed to shoot straight into his dirty eyes. His dirty soul made him look away in embarrassment.

"Then the deal is done."

In a blink of an eye, the two of Shen Mo were already standing outside the Tianjian Pavilion, and the man's voice echoed far away in their ears.

The former boy stood at the door, and the secret realm here began to distort and collapse under his feet.

"You have already got what you want, but you can't get what I want now. When the time comes, I will come and get it myself."

There was something indescribable in the voice of the Pavilion Master of Tianjian Pavilion.

"Two, please."

The author has something to say: Tianjian Pavilion is mainly a demon