Chapter 772: Deduction of Fate

Chen Hao tensed his cheeks.

"Yuheng City has carefully developed twelve kinds of torture. If you can survive three, I will respect you as a man." He Lingchuan clapped his hands, "Okay, take it back!"

Watching a fierce battle, the surrounding business travelers were shocked and stepped forward to express their thanks.

He Lingchuan and his entourage escorted the prisoners and their heads back to the city in the midst of everyone's farewell.

After they left, a white bird emerged from the big tree next to the lotus pond of Qinglang Inn, peered towards the retreating figure of the Yuheng City patrol, flapped its wings and flew away.

It flew to Taki River in the east and brought trouble to Taki River.

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Yuheng City.

He Lingchuan returned to the official office, changed out of his blood-stained clothes, and wiped his sweat - the weather was so damn hot that it wasn't even July yet.

As soon as he sat down and drank a glass of water, Wen Daolun came over.

"I heard that a big fish was caught? Congratulations! Commander He's half-month's work has not been in vain."

"Chen Hao is deeply trusted by Fushan Lie. In the past two months, he has led the Xilian puppet army to kill people and rob goods, which has caused us a lot of trouble." He Lingchuan tilted his neck and made a crisp sound, "If we catch him, we will break Fushan Lie's life." Arm, I have arranged for someone to interrogate."

"Fushan Lie is a Lingxu warrior, and he came to Longchuan to stir up trouble?" Wen Daolun frowned, "It seems that Bega has always been worried about Panlong City."

With Bega interfering, the Takigawa water bandits are no longer a minor nuisance.

He Lingchuan touched his chin and said: "Chen Hao was captured, and I framed Guihua Gang to report the news. Let's see if Fu Shanlie can swallow this breath. If he holds back, I will chop off Chen Hao's head and give it to him. "

Wen Daolun couldn't help but laugh. Commander He's ability was to drive people crazy.

He Lingchuan thought for a while and suddenly asked him: "I want to ask Mr. Wen about it. I originally asked you to read numerology for me. Can a person who is proficient in numerology predict his future destiny?"

Wen Daolun did not hesitate: "No one can predict it accurately. The future itself is vague, and it is not unobstructed at a glance. The so-called 'mastery of fate' is nothing more than finding the greatest possibility from a variety of choices. And no matter how proficient you are, When predicting your own destiny, you can’t find the ‘best possibility’ accurately.”

Is it because it's not objective? He Lingchuan hesitated and then said: "What if it is the god who controls destiny? Can it accurately predict one's own destiny?"

"The God of Destiny?" Wen Daolun pondered, "Empress Mi Tian once said that there were three ancient gods in the God Realm, and one of them was the God of Destiny. But in the end, all three ancient gods died, and no one was spared. The so-called 'God of Destiny' has not escaped the end of his destiny. Therefore, I don't believe that God can predict my destiny."

"The derivation methods of gods may be different from ours, but I believe that the paths lead to the same destination. No matter humans or gods, they cannot escape from this law." He paused and continued, "Speaking of which, I have been uneasy recently. The two predictions are not good omens, and one of them is called "Chou Ji Corporal". However, I have no clue when and where it will come true. You see, it is difficult for a good divination person to predict. "

He Lingchuan was slightly shocked: "Mr. Wen, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll send you two more personal guards. Well, I'll also transfer Hu Min to you."

Wen Daolun did not refuse: "Okay. I also want to see if this bad omen will come true again."

He said the word "again", and He Lingchuan thought of his son Wen Yun. Wen Daolun also predicted bad omens for him at the beginning, but Wen Yun died in front of He Lingchuan and Wen Daolun.

He Lingchuan was afraid that he would be hurt by the old incident, so he immediately changed the subject: "One more question: If you just prepare the action secretly but haven't put it into effect yet, is it possible to change your future destiny?"

"No!" Wen Daolun answered more simply, "Cause and cause do not matter. As long as you do not put it into practical action, no matter how you plan or think, it will not affect cause and effect."

He Lingchuan got rid of a lot of worries and immediately thanked him.

In other words, as long as he doesn't go to war in reality, it will be difficult for Nai Luotian to deduce that his fate has changed?

Wen Daolun asked: "Commander He asked, what troubles you?"

"Nothing, just discussing." He Lingchuan stood up, "I'm going to watch Chen Hao's interrogation."

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The river was surging, and He Lingchuan, Dong Rui and Aunt Zhu finally arrived at the bank of the Han River.

Spring has returned to the world, and the wild flowers on the shore have already bloomed. They are densely woven into a flower carpet that no one cares about.

The river bed is only half submerged, and there are long island jungles everywhere, flat sand and flowing water, and gulls and herons flying everywhere.

Wildness and tranquility, openness and elegance are perfectly combined here.

The Hanhe River in spring was very gentle, not as violent as last summer. He also found the high ground where the two armies fought last year.

At that time, it was covered with rain-blooded mud, but now the riverbanks are green. The ferocity of the war was easily overshadowed by the newly sprouted reed buds.

He Lingchuan jumped off the blue sheep and caressed a big stone.

There are still traces of knives and axes on the stone. At that time, he defended the enemy here, dodged two attacks, and cut down three Xunzhou soldiers.

The past events are vivid in my mind, as clear as if they happened yesterday.

However, things have changed and his state of mind, cultivation, and experience are completely different from last summer.

All changes started when the Han River fell into the water.

He still remembers Wen Daolun's words that inspired him to "run away when encountering water".

From the signature left by the old turtle demon, all the way back to the prophecy left to him by Master Mu Ling, his fate has gone from known to unknown, and his destiny is determined by fate, and has become complicated and confusing.

What will happen to him in the future, and where will his end be, even the Venerable Mu Ling cannot figure it out.

It is good to write your own life and death book by yourself.

Qiu Hu watched from the side and couldn't help asking: "Were you also present at the Battle of Han River?"

He could understand He Lingchuan's expression, which was both nostalgic and sighing.

People who have not experienced it would not have such an expression.

"Yes." He Lingchuan pointed to the high ground, "Hong Chenglue attacked the governor of Xiazhou there."

Qiu Hu was slightly surprised: "Beijia, General Qingwu?"

"Do you know him?"

"I have heard of him, why did he come here?" How could a general of Beijia appear on the front line of Yuan Kingdom?

"To do official business and to avenge personal grudges."

At that time, Hong Chenglue was assigned by Beijia to secretly assist Nian Zanli, which was official business.

His wife Ajin was kidnapped by He Chunhua and committed suicide by taking poison, and the two sides had a personal grudge.

Now, Hong Chenglue should have arrived at the eastern front of Beijia, right?

When He Lingchuan stood up, a figure suddenly jumped out of the woods on the shore, accompanied by a squeaking sound.

Qiu Hu took a step forward, a glimmer of light flashed in his hand, and he was about to summon the copper rod.

He Lingchuan strode forward and laughed loudly: "Come!"

He stretched out his arm, and the thing jumped into his arms.

The squirrel standing on He Lingchuan's shoulder was startled and recognized that the person was actually a monkey wearing a bamboo hat.