Chapter 168: Magic Fortune Teller?

"It seems that there is still no escape after all."

In the Lingwang Palace, looking at the black-robed maid who was slowly leaving in the distance, sitting on the white jade bed, Chen Changming slowly shook his head.

Previously, after receiving the warning from the Spirit King, he had already made up his mind that if there were no accidents, he would never take a step towards the Spirit Sect.

Unexpectedly, things would happen in this way.

The king of Qin Kingdom summoned him, and Elder Jin Dao personally escorted him. Under normal circumstances, Chen Changming had absolutely no reason to refuse this trip.

Even Chen Changming himself would feel very safe.

Going to the state of Qin, under the eyes of the monarch of a country, there is Elder Jin Dao, a peak master, escorting him. Under normal circumstances, who can harm him?

But Chen Changming knew it in his heart.

There are some things in this world that cannot be deduced with common sense.

Otherwise, he shouldn't be sitting here now, but should still be his miracle doctor in the previous world.

And in fact, as long as he walked out of the Spiritual Sect, it would already refute his previous idea of ​​not leaving the Spiritual Sect.

However, Chen Changming has no other way.

Although he is the holy son of the Lingzong, he is only the holy son.

Before he inherited the inheritance of the Spirit King and became the Holy Master of the Spirit Sect, his words were not as effective as the three elders.

When the three elders reached a consensus to let him go to Qin, could he still resist or not?

If this is the case, I am afraid that even Elder Jin Dao, a supporter, will turn his face and frame him.

So in this matter, Chen Changming had no choice from the beginning.

However, Chen Changming didn't care about this at the moment.

Today is different.

At this moment, after the golden body of the Heavenly King is completed, regardless of his cultivation level, he is no less than the Grandmaster in terms of combat power alone.

Anyone who wants to hit his idea, as long as he is not strong enough, will probably be hit by a bloody head in the end.

This is Chen Changming's greatest strength.

In addition, Elder Jin Dao also made the move this time.

Unless Guiyuan exists to make a move, Chen Changming has nothing to fear.

It's just a mere Qin country, so let's go if you go there.

Chen Changming's face was calm, and this thought flashed silently in his mind.

Sitting on the white jade bed, he raised his head slightly and looked outside.

It was already evening at this moment, and the outside sky was already dark. Layers of thin moonlight fell on the earth, looking like a piece of silver frost.

Chen Changming pondered for a moment, then got up and walked outside.

He walked out slowly, walked slowly outside a long pavilion outside, and walked slowly here.

At this moment, the figures outside have gradually become sparse, and there are not many figures in the originally lively place.

However, Chen Changming was not surprised by this, he just walked here casually, wandering in it.

In all directions, a burst of faint light flickered, reflecting an area.

Chen Changming turned around in surprise, and looked in a direction not far away.

There, a beautiful woman in white clothes was walking slowly.

The woman in white was wearing white clothes, her appearance was not really beautiful, she could only be said to be delicate, but she also had a unique temperament, ethereal and unique, which made people feel very unforgettable.

She came from afar, holding a lantern in her hand.

The silver moonlight shone on her body, as if covering him with a layer of silver clothes, holy and unique.

"Who are you?"

Standing in place, looking at the woman approaching in the distance, Chen Changming collected himself, and then continued to speak.

"Bai Ling, I have seen the Holy Son."

Looking at Chen Changming standing there in the distance, Bai Ling looked calm, smiled slightly at Chen Changming, and said so.

"Bai Ling."

Chen Changming read the name, then raised his head: "Are you that Qin woman?"

The news of Qin's envoy's visit had spread throughout the Lingzong, and Chen Changming naturally received the news, and even understood Bai Ling's identity as a disciple of Qin's Guigu Sect.

Just now, he thought about whether to visit and ask him about the magic fortune teller.

But I didn't expect to see it in this way at this moment.

"It's such a beautiful night, why is the Holy Son here alone?"

Standing in place, looking at Chen Changming in front of him, Bai Ling was dressed in white, and smiled softly at him: "Don't you feel lonely?"

"fine."

Chen Changming looked calm and shook his head: "People who practice martial arts have long been used to this."

"It's Miss Bai, why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

He looked at Bai Ling in front of him, and said softly.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the Bai Ling in front of him was somewhat similar to Shang Mo, whether they had a similar aura or not.

He didn't know if it was an illusion or if it was real.

"Just like what the Holy Son thinks, for nothing else, but for you, the Holy Son."

Looking at Chen Changming, Bai Ling smiled lightly, with some curiosity on his face: "I have studied art in Guigu since I was a child, and I have consulted many ancient books, and I understand the deeds of the Ling Kings of the past dynasties."

"The spirit kings of all ages were basically majestic, decisive and domineering figures. Why are you so different when it comes to you, the Holy Son?"

"There are thousands of people in the world, and the sky is colorful, and it is impossible to be exactly the same."

Chen Changming glanced at her and shook his head: "It's not surprising that there is an odd number occasionally."

"Yeah, it's not surprising that there is an odd number occasionally."

Bai Ling smiled, looked at Chen Changming in front of him, and said something pointed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chen Changming always feels that the strange number she said seems to have something to say.

During the conversation, Bai Ling was also secretly observing Chen Changming.

The faint moonlight from the sky slowly fell, and fell here, reflecting Chen Changming's figure.

Under the faint moonlight, Chen Changming's figure was tall and straight, his whole body looked very strong, his black hair was hanging down, and he didn't have any luck unique to Lingwang, but he was like a rich man, calm and profound, with a kind of honor and disgrace calm.

Not at all what a spirit king should look like.

But at a deeper level, in the void invisible to ordinary people, threads of destiny are constantly intertwined.

That is the trajectory that everyone has, and it is also the fate that everyone has.

But in Bai Ling's eyes, the fate of Chen Changming in front of him was nothingness.

Although he was influenced by the spirit king's order, his own destiny was actually nothing.

This world does not seem to have his destiny, which also allows him to change many things without being affected by a fixed destiny.

"A person born with a lack of personality?"

Looking at the nothingness above Chen Changming's head, Bai Ling couldn't help sighing softly.

She knew that the situation in front of her was not in line with common sense.

People are born between heaven and earth, according to common sense, it is impossible to exist without their own destiny.

When a person is born in the heaven and earth, he often has his own innate destiny at the time of birth, and then intersects with the external trajectory to form various destiny.

This is the situation of ordinary people.

But the situation in front of Chen Changming is completely different.

In him, there is no innate destiny, as if he does not exist in this world.

The existence of no innate destiny, in a sense, means that it is not bound by certain restrictions.

External trajectories can influence him, but they cannot fix his fate, and there is always a glimmer of possibility.

Just like he inherited the order of the Spirit King and was influenced by the order of the Spirit King, but under the influence of the order of the Spirit King, he kept his own sanity unchanged.

variable.

Observing the situation on Chen Changming's body, Bai Ling let out a soft sigh. At this time, after observing it himself, he finally understood something.

"It's just that although the existence of variables can affect many things, they still have to be affected by a fixed trajectory"

She sighed softly, and this thought flashed in her mind: "Besides, even if the fate changes, the situation may not necessarily get better."

"Brother, have you ever thought about these things?"

She opened her mouth softly, then sighed secretly.

"Miss Bai?"

In front of him, Chen Changming's doubtful voice came slowly.

Hearing the voice, Bai Ling came back to his senses, looked in front of him, and met Chen Changming's eyes.

"Feel sorry."

She smiled apologetically, and said softly, "I just thought of something, and I lost my mind."

"No problem."

Chen Changming nodded, didn't pay attention to this question, and continued to speak: "Miss Bai comes from the Guigu lineage, I wonder if you can know the news about the current fortune teller?"

"God's fortune teller?"

Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, looked at Chen Changming, and couldn't help asking softly, "What does the Holy Son want to do?"

"Find a place."

Chen Changming spoke like this.

The place he mentioned was naturally the place where the Spirit King rested.

Within the Lingzong, there is no record of the resting place of the spirit kings of the past dynasties, so if he wanted to find this place, he had to find a way for Chen Changming himself.

And according to the spirit in the sword, to find this place, apart from him, the Holy Son of the Spirit King, only a magician who has reached the peak in arithmetic can do it.

Coincidentally, in the current world, the magic fortune tellers in Guigu Sect are extremely famous.

The Bai Ling in front of him is from the Guigu sect, so he must know a lot about the magic fortune teller.

That's why Chen Changming asked this question.

"Looking for a place?"

Bai Ling smiled, and after pondering for a moment, he continued: "In the current world, in my ghost valley, there is a genius who is extremely accomplished in the way of calculation, and his accomplishment in calculation is called the first at that time. One is never an exaggeration, it is definitely a fortune teller."

"I don't know who it is?"

Chen Changming was a little interested, so he couldn't help opening his mouth softly, and asked in this way.

"That man is my senior brother named Shang Zhong."

Bai Ling glanced at Chen Changming, and said so.

Chen Changming's body suddenly paused.

"No way"

Hearing Bai Ling's words, Chen Changming was a little dazed, and this thought couldn't help flashing through his mind at this moment.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the Shang Zhong he knew.

The Shang Zhong he was familiar with was also proficient in the way of calculation, and had told many stories about the way of calculation with Chen Changming in the past.