Chapter 595 (1/2)
”You mean Grandpa, they're not dead?”
Lin Qianxue asked softly.
”Well, the old man is also a strong man in heaven. It's not so easy for a strong man in heaven to want to die. Even if he really loses to the peak of heaven, it's more than enough to escape.”
”I think of what my father said some time ago, which also confirmed this point. They should have gone to an unknown place, and going to this place seems to be signing a gambling agreement with some people. If I lose, my Ning family will be completely finished and win. Maybe the Ning family will usher in a new peak“
”Of course, all this is just my guess. I'm not sure whether it's true, but there seems to be a voice in my subconscious mind telling me that it's true.”
”Do you trust your intuition so much?”
Lin Qianxue looked at Ning Luo affectionately and asked.
”Sort of. Qian Xue, intuition is an intuitive feeling for ordinary people. Without analysis and reasoning, your mind's purest cognition of certain things. But for those who have practiced, it represents a kind of prediction of what may happen in the future, with the nature of prediction. What we often see in movies is the sixth sense, which is different from the five senses. A person's subconscious cognition of things, usually this cognition is extremely pure and accurate“
”If I practice more intensively, my intuition can evolve into unpredictable ability. Now I'm just a congenital environment and can't do this, but in fact, I already have a strong self hint about unknown dangers and uncertain things.”
”When the cultivation is more refined and reaches a higher level, the ability to predict will be more and more enhanced. For example, the strong in earth and heaven basically have this ability. Of course, I don't know how far they can predict.”
”So I still believe in intuition.”
Intuition is mysterious and unspeakable, but it can indeed reveal some uncertain and unpredictable things at some time.
Through intuition over the years, Ningluo has avoided many fatal situations.
In fact, Ning Luo also had a hunch about the life and death situation more than three years ago, but at that time, the other party had a careful layout and sealed all the room he could operate. As a last resort, he had to be driven onto the shelf to forcibly perform the task.
The result of the execution is that his comrades in arms are dead and he is seriously injured.
All his accomplishments are useless, and he almost becomes a useless man.
Even after three years of dormancy in Jiangcheng like a waste tuberculosis ghost and being ridiculed, Ning Luo still chose to stick to it.
In addition to the belief in revenge, there is a more important point that there is a voice in Ningluo's subconscious suggesting that he can definitely rise again and return to his own track.
”I remember when you said that. When I was very young, I met an old Taoist who traveled around. He once read my palm and gave me a comment.”
”What comment?”
Ning Luoning asked with an eyebrow.
”He told me that there would be more twists and turns in my marriage. I didn't believe it before, and I didn't think about it. But now think about it, it seems that he has really stressed it. Haven't I had many twists and turns with you? ”
”Hehe, I'm afraid you've met a fake divine stick. There are not many wandering Taoists in these days, and there are fewer powerful ones. To say that your marriage twists and turns are actually a set of words. How many people in the world have a sail of Feng Shui in marriage and feelings?”
”Of course, it doesn't rule out that the old Taoist has real skills. He really knows something from your palm.”
Ningluo never denies that there are really some capable people who have not been predicted in this world, but such capable people mostly practice in the secret land of the deep mountains, and rarely join the world.
He really didn't believe Lin Qianxue could meet one in the street.
”I'm not sure, but the old Taoist made a comment about my father, but now it seems that he was wrong.”
”Say father-in-law?”
Ningluo eyebrow angle was slightly raised, a little surprised.
Usually, if the God stick talks about the child's own problems to a child, it rarely mentions the parents.
The wandering old Taoist is a little strange.
”Well, he said that his father was an extraordinary man, with blood and moon separated and bright moon angelica. I don't know what he's talking about. My father is a university teacher. How can he not be a mortal? Is there any immortal in this world“
”And the last four words, I don't know what he's talking about.”
Lin Qianxue said, feeling a little low and whispering.
Here, Ning Luo's eyes were wide open.
If I hadn't met the man in black in Nanshan cemetery, if there were no signs that my father-in-law was probably still alive.
Lin Qianxue said this, and he wouldn't believe it.
”Qian Xue, what was the weather in the sky the night my father-in-law died?”
”I know what you want to ask. It was a rainy day and the river city rained heavily.”
”Heavy rain?”
”Yes! The eight character comment of the old Taoist said that the blood moon separated and the bright moon angelica. I also understood it as the separation of the blood moon at night, and then my father returned again at the night when the bright moon was in the sky. But in fact, that's not the case at all. ”
Lin Qianxue has been resenting his father's death for the past two years.
So she often has some beautiful assumptions. If her father is really not a mortal as the old Taoist said, but because some things have to stay away from her family, and then return on a bright moon night, that would be great.
But reality is reality. Good wishes can't change reality.
The night my father left, it rained heavily in Jiangcheng, not the night of blood moon.
Since it is not the night of blood moon, naturally, Angelica sinensis does not exist.
More importantly, my father's grave is in Nanshan cemetery. I go to see it every year. How can the dead be raised?
”Maybe we think too much.”
Here, Ning Luo sighed and said nothing more.
But his eyebrows were always frowned.
An old Taoist cannot make such a comment without reason. What should it contain.
Think about it later and see if you can find some clues.
Thinking, Ning Luo looked up at the direction of Nanshan cemetery not far away.
Turn around and get on the other side of the car.
”If only my father were still there...”
Lin Qianxue sighed, exhaled a mouthful of air conditioning, bit his red lips and immediately sat in the co pilot's position.