What did he come to find him for? Surely it couldn’t be that he heard that there was an outer disciple who was always the last one in the Shangqing Academy, suddenly came first in the exam, and developed a heart of cherishing talent, and wanted to take him as a closed-door disciple?
That’s deadly.
Was this thirty years east of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, don’t bully the young and poor script originally for him to take?!
While he was lost in thought, Situ Xingnian laughed.
Then a helpless expression appeared on his face, and he respectfully performed a Baiyujing ceremony to him. (TL: caressing the head)
“Your Highness. This little god is Siming Xingjun.”
And then Feng Xuan almost fell over-
By the time Feng Xuan came to his senses, the two of them were already sitting in the mountain pavilion.
Situ Xingnian, or should I say, Siming Xingjun poured him a cup of hot tea to calm his shock.
As soon as he finished drinking, Feng Xuan couldn’t help but ask, “How did you come to the lower realm?”
Siming Xingjun sighed and said, “Isn’t it because I privately leaked the Book of Fate to your Highness, and was discovered by the Emperor. Now I am also a sinner, and have descended to the mortal world to experience tribulation.”
When a god experiences tribulation, after jumping down from the Biluo River, they will have their appearance taken away, their magical powers taken away, and be demoted to a mortal.
There was one more thing that Feng Xuan hadn’t mentioned, and that was that their memory would also be erased.
The reason why he was reborn in the body of a mortal named Xiao Qi, and could still retain his own memory.
It was because at the side of the Biluo River, Siming Xingjun gave him Xiao Qi’s Book of Fate.
It was purely a backdoor cheating way of experiencing tribulation, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Originally, only he and Siming Xingjun knew about this, but as a result, they played smart and got caught by the Emperor.
Feng Xuan touched his nose tip, and awkwardly said “Oh”.
The Emperor was so smart, he would definitely not let him off easily once he found out.
Siming Xingjun was not here to experience tribulation.
He was 100% sent by the Emperor to keep an eye on him.
Sure enough, Siming Xingjun reached out, “Your Highness. Did you bring the Soul Lamp?”
See, he knew it.
Feng Xuan took out the Soul Lamp from his small lotus bag, and Siming Xingjun took it over, “Now that Your Highness is still experiencing tribulation, according to the Emperor’s intention, the Soul Lamp will be kept by me.”
Oh. He was afraid that he would cheat with the Soul Lamp, right?
After all, the Soul Lamp only needed his own primordial spirit to use.
However, Feng Xuan’s character was more of the optimistic type, and he didn’t feel sad about it being taken away.
After all, the biggest cheat he had around him was not this lamp, but the big devil.
Thinking of Qi Zhuoyu, Feng Xuan had a hard time controlling his thoughts.
By the way, he also remembered something important, since Siming Xingjun was here, he quickly asked, “Zitong, do you know what the final outcome of Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate is?”
He had only read the Book of Fate of the mortal Xiao Qi.
Therefore, he didn’t know what the final outcome was after Qi Zhuoyu became a demon.
Siming Xingjun shook his head. “Your Highness, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.”
Feng Xuan was not discouraged and asked again. “Then do you know why he became a demon?”
Siming Xingjun still shook his head. “The secrets of heaven must not be revealed.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
Feng Xuan was really angry.
He was silent for a while and didn’t speak, and finally asked again. “Is Qi Zhuoyu’s final outcome definitely to kill his wife and attain enlightenment, and then become a demon? Is there a possibility of changing to another outcome?”
“Your Highness, the destiny of the Book of Fate cannot be violated, let alone modified.” Siming Xingjun reminded him. “Your Highness must stick to your original heart when you are experiencing tribulation, and you cannot be contaminated with the cause and effect of the mortal world.”
Siming was puzzled. “Why does Your Highness want to ask about Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate?”
“Oh.” Feng Xuan opened his mouth, expressionless, “Haha, guess what: the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.”
Siming: “…”
Siming had a feeling that the Emperor’s decision was very correct.
The character of this broken little bird His Highness really needed to be tempered in the mortal world.
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Feng Xuan was just asking casually.
After all, the last one who tried to interfere with the national fortune and change the Book of Fate, Jing Du, ended up right in front of him.
His soul was scattered, and he died without a whole body.
Just thinking of Qi Zhuoyu’s final outcome.
Feng Xuan was a bit depressed all the way back to the bamboo house.
He really thought about what came.
As soon as he arrived at the courtyard, he saw Qi Zhuoyu sitting on his bed.
It was the bed he often slept under the wutong tree.
He hadn’t seen Qi Zhuoyu for many days, and Feng Xuan was a bit unaccustomed when he saw him suddenly.
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t seem to be unfamiliar, he had changed into a set of crow black suppressed pattern robes. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his legs were long, and he had the piece of hibiscus jade that he had given him around his waist. He didn’t know if it was his own illusion, but why did he feel like he had secretly become more handsome?
Qi Zhuoyu saw Feng Xuan and got straight to the point. “What did Situ Xingnian ask you to do?”
…You really dare to call the name of the ancestor of the Misty Immortal Mansion directly.
Feng Xuan muttered a sentence in his heart.
But on second thought, Situ Xingnian is not a proper ancestor now, so it’s fine for Qi Zhuoyu to call him whatever he wants.
