Chapter 2642： Talk (2/2)

Chu Li nodded and looked at him again.

The turbid eyes suddenly brightened, and then gradually dim, and returned to turbidity.

To be able to see Wan Ziyang in a bright and upright manner is already a great gain.

The difference between Tianyantong and Fei Xing Jue lies in the fact that they ignore the difference in cultivation. Whether they are high or low, they can see their past and future. The key is to change their fate.

Changing the fate of important people affects the heavens and the earth to have greater causality and natural backlash, while the fate of small people has a smaller range of cause and effect and much smaller backlash, so it cannot be easily changed.

Wan Ziyang frowned and looked at Chu Li. The cultivation was not fluctuating, otherwise he really had to wonder if he was dressed as a monk at Daci'en Temple.

But the old guy in front of him was decaying, and half of his feet had stepped into the coffin. No one could imitate it, and the monk at Daci'en Temple could not lie to himself.

Chu Li looked for a long while, and sighed, ”The island owner really came to the world, it is expensive, but unfortunately ...”

”What a pity?” Wan Ziyang hummed ~ ~ Chu Li shook his head and said, ”Unfortunately no one will follow.”

Wan Ziyang frowned and stared at him, his eyes narrowed, and the cold light flashed, his eyes really cut into Chu Li's face like two knives.

Chu was shocked, but he did not expect him to be so powerful, beyond imagination.

”How do you say that?” Wan Ziyang said slowly.

Chu Lidao said: ”The island's son is not good, so we need to plan early.”

”This seat is pretty young,” Wan Ziyang hummed.

Chu Li shook his head and said, ”It's not the age, but the owner of the island ..., let's not talk about it.”

”Stop it,” Wan Ziyang hummed. ”Xiao Meng won't spread it.”

Meng Yu busy said: ”Island master, Li Laozhang, you talk first. I'll go out first.

Wan Ziyang waved his hand.

Meng Yu retreated and left the courtyard.

Chu Li treats him to leave, sighing: ”Limited by the talents of the island owner, he is destined to have no children.”

Wan Ziyang said coldly: ”Is there any way?”

Chu Lidao said: ”Unless the island owner can abandon his practice and practice the marrow washing techniques of Da Ci'en Temple, there is a silver lining.”

”Impossible,” Wan Ziyang snorted.

Not to mention whether he can give up his cultivation practice, nor is it the practice of cultivating the marrow of Da Ci'en Temple, which cannot be mastered by outsiders in Wu Ci'en Temple.

Chu Li shook his head and sighed: ”That's what God's will is like. Whatever it is, even if the island owner looks for more women, it's a hard time.”

”I don't believe in any fate!” Wan Ziyang said coldly.

Chu Li smiled: ”Then you don't believe it, you have nothing to say.”

He knew that Wan Ziyang hadn't completely believed in himself, and because he hadn't cultivated himself, his life and death were in Wan Ziyang's hands, so he could say these things.

”Let's not talk about the son-in-law, but say something else.” Wan Ziyang hummed. ”I'm doing this right?”