"Then what's my luck?"

"It's hard to say. Before you suddenly realized, you had a qi that was filled with a canopy, with a white lotus on the top, and a purple in the blue, which was almost the same as mine." Wu Mingkong briefly described his luck in Zhu Chong.

"What about now?" Zhu Chong also heard what Wu Mingkong said. He did look like that before, but after an epiphany, he seemed to have changed.

"It was originally blue with purple, but now it is blue with purple. As for its appearance, a golden lotus blooms in the pool of merit."

"There is a small question, it is both green and purple. How do you distinguish the difference between golden lotus and white lotus?" Zhu Chong was really curious.

Wu Mingkong was silent for a moment: "If I knew, I would have to talk nonsense with you now?"

Of course he didn't know what the principle was. He was not very proficient in his numerology except for the good and bad luck, not to mention that this is obviously a different system.

"Oh, I'm still here, come and have a meal." Yin Zhengliang came back from outside, holding wine and food in his hand.

Wu Ming's bear soldier didn't reply: "You haven't gone to Kyoto yet?"

"I won't go, I figured it out. Intrigue is indispensable in Kyoto. I don't want to step on the wrong side of the situation and he will be boundless purgatory." Yin Zhengliang said this sincerely, and Wu Mingkong's Guixu Shuangtong also tasted this taste.

This surprised Wu Mingkong. He couldn't wait to make a fake one before, so why did he give up now? However, Wu Mingkong did not explore it.

"By the way, I just heard you two from afar from outside what luck are you talking about. Should you help me see how lucky I am, do you need to take a shower, change clothes, or burn incense and Jingzhai?" Yin Zhengliang asked casually while placing wine, meat and rice on the table.

"No need." Wu Mingkong turned his head and looked at him, a little surprised: "It was originally ordinary, but now it is full of luck. As long as there is a gust of east wind, it may be able to soar. Are you interested in making a cold-blooded name like me?"

"No, no, the word "cold-blooded" does not match. You can say that, you need a title like "Shu Jun, Master Bi, or Mr. Paper." Yin Zhengliang refused with a smile. This title does not match his personality.

Wu Mingkong didn't force himself. Even if he agreed, Wu Mingkong wouldn't have time to transform now.

"Mr. Yijun said just now that your luck was as lucky as mine, so how beautiful is it now?" Zhu Chong asked curiously.

"It's probably about to die." Although Wu Mingkong's fortune has rebounded after experiencing a series of strange little disasters, he really can't bear to look at it.

Yin Zhengliang and Zhu Chong were a little confused.

"Did you know that a meteorite fell a few months ago?"

The two of them were a little confused, but nodded. Yin Zhengliang said, "It is said that within a hundred miles, there is no living place. There is even rumor that a sacred mountain resisted the meteorite."

"Do you know that at that time, I really wanted to kill Yao Yang. Just when I was about to take action, the meteorite fell down and smashed it straight into my forehead." Wu Mingkong did not explain how he escaped, nor did he say that the sacred mountain resisted the meteorite.

After hearing this, the two of them took a breath of cold air after thinking about it.

"Could it be..."

Wu Mingkong spread his hands: "Since then, I have been walking and memorizing."

Of course, Wu Mingkong would definitely not say that it was his Yin-Yang and Liangyi body that devoured the world, which caused his luck to plummet. This would not be of any benefit to Wu Mingkong.

"Then Yao Yang, can't really be killed?" Zhu Chong murmured to himself.

Wu Mingkong directly refuted this time: "No, you can probably kill now. After all, according to my judgment, your luck is no less than that of him. As long as you successfully practice all five and six volumes, he may not be able to escape from your palms, but I do not recommend you to kill him."

Zhu Chong was a little confused. Why not kill if he could kill? This would be a great cause for this.

Wu Mingkong naturally saw Zhu Chong's doubts, but before he could explain this, Yin Zhengliang spoke first.

"There will be a backlash. When Lord Yijun wants to kill, the stars fell from the sky, and then there will be many disasters and difficulties. If you take action again, although your luck is almost the same, you may not be able to bear the backlash, so Yijun said that you do not recommend you to kill him."

"I don't know if there is a backlash, because I have never killed it, maybe it is a backlash, or maybe it is a inheritance of Yao Yang's luck." Wu Mingkong added another sentence. Although this statement was somewhat contradictory to the meaning he had expressed implicitly before, the two of them didn't say anything.

After all, the theory of luck is too illusory.

Perhaps Wu Mingkong could see the luck in the entire Daqian, and the only ones who believed in these were the two of them.

"I don't know what arrangements are next for Lord Yijun." Zhu Chong asked with a question. After all, he is now following Wu Mingkong, so he naturally has to ask.

"Arrangement? There is no arrangement. If you really feel idle, wait for my ruthlessness and pursuit of life, when Iron Hand comes back, let's go to find the three treasure scrolls lost by Luo Sect. With your current luck, although you don't have the exaggeration of your wishes, you will definitely have this thing if you point it in a random direction." Wu Mingkong didn't care where he went. Anyway, he didn't have to take action anywhere. Just observe the luck and collect data parameters quietly.

"Then I'll thank you Lord Yijun." Zhu Chong did not refuse again. He was polite to refuse the last time. Since Wu Mingkong proposed it again, it would be not good for him to refuse again. What's more, this thing was given to him, so he had no reason to refuse again.

"I just happened to want to appreciate the glory of the world. Lord Yijun must not mind taking me with me." Yin Zhengliang also said at this time.

"Cert." Wu Mingkong nodded without rejecting it. It was a sample. Although it was a little worse than Zhu Chong, it was also a variable. Wu Mingkong could also find different data parameters for comparison and reference.

After eating the wine and food that Yin Zhengliang brought back, Zhu Chong was a little reluctant to speak, and finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Do you know why the remnants of the White Lotus Sect called me the Holy Son."

"I don't want to know, it has nothing to do with me."

This surprised Zhu Chong: "My Lord..."

"I'm not interested in your nonsense. Anyway, there are just a few bloody things, and I can make up for you millions of words."

Wu Mingkong refused without hesitation. What is the relationship between Zhu Chong's past and Wu Mingkong? When he had not left him as a sample of luck before, Wu Mingkong might have listened to him to get closer. Now he is already in his palm. What nonsense and bloody stories are heard.
Chapter completed!