Song Ning smiled and said, "If I say that my childhood was always arranged, would you believe it?"

Leng Yuexiao nodded: "I naturally believe that people like you cannot be born an ordinary person. In this world, people who can become "Immortals" are born not ordinary, and they are destined to have great luck and great opportunities."

Immortal?

Song Ning looked up at the sky, as if he was looking at the huge crack of that year. Looking at the place where the dragon appeared, what was the immortal line? This illusory thing was worthless to him. Although he also knew that even if there was no such Shendao Sutra, his adoptive father would eventually leave him and subsequent things would happen.

"Xiaoxiao, do you know? The only magic weapon my adoptive father left me back then was the Eight Trigrams Mirror." Song Ning said.

Leng Yuexiao's pupils shrank. She didn't expect that it would be like this. Song Ning's adoptive father left him a gossip mirror. So what does this mean?

Everything has been decided long ago, and these things are destined to happen. Leng Yuexiao came to this ninth heaven. The main task was to find the Bagua Mirror and open it. The second was to find the Shendao Sutra. Now that I think about it, these two things are all related to Song Ning, and the Bagua Mirror was left to Song Ning by Song Ning's adoptive father.

In other words, everything is destined in the dark. Over the years, Song Ning has just followed the route that some people have already arranged, and has been going to this day.

Suddenly, Leng Yuexiao felt a sense of desolation around her. She hurriedly turned her head and found that Song Ning's expression was full of sadness: "I used to think that my destiny was arranged, and that I was just a chess piece, but as I thought about it, I found that I might not be a chess piece, or that I was a disobedient chess piece, and could act according to my own ideas, but today, I felt once again ridiculous."

"What do you say? Why do you feel this way?" Leng Yuexiao said nervously.

Song Ning sighed, and with a helpless self-deprecation: "Because I found that everything seems to be in the direction specified by some people, but in this designated direction, the route I took was a little deviated, but even if there was a deviation, all of this was still under the control of others. And I, like a clown, kept moving forward, working hard and working hard, but still couldn't break free from this constraint!"

Finally, Song Ning looked up at the sky with deep eyes, as if he could see through the vast sky above his head.

Song Ning seemed to be looking at the shining stars in the starry sky, as if he felt that everything about him was like stars, which had long been frozen, but at this moment, he could not see anything, and what he saw in his eyes was just a vast starry sky.

"You're thinking too much." Leng Yuexiao couldn't help laughing and gently pulled Song Ning's hand: "Some of life is destined by heaven and earth. This is his purpose in coming to the world, but you have to know why monks need to practice."

"Why do monks... need to practice?" Song Ning's mind trembled: "Defying the heavens and changing his fate."

Leng Yuexiao nodded: "Defying the heavens and changing fate, this is the reason why monks practice. If monks practice just to follow certain rules, then what else can they practice? What is the meaning? If everything is already destined, why are people alive?"

Song Ning was silent and looked at Leng Yuexiao seriously, with all kinds of confusion in his expression.

"I once knew an old man. I still remember what he said until now. When he was a slap in the past, many people were listening. I was lucky enough to hear it. I felt that this sentence will last for life." Leng Yuexiao looked at Song Ning seriously and said, "Born is fate, and cultivation is blessing."

Born to be fate...

Between heaven and earth, all things in the universe grow out, this is destiny and cannot be changed.

Cultivation is a blessing.

Cultivation is a path. If you continue to walk, you will get the right result. If you cannot continue to walk, you will not get the right result. That is your own problem.

This sentence is very simple, so simple that even a ten-year-old child can say it, but it is too difficult to truly understand it.

At this moment, Song Ning's eyes seemed to have appeared in front of him, the scene of his adoptive father sitting on a cushion floating in the air to preach and receive his career.

"The Great Dao is three thousand, so that's what it means." Song Ning murmured.

"The great way is three thousand... The great way is three thousand. If one can be chosen, you can ascend to enlighten the truth. Few people can understand this principle, but they did not expect that you have already comprehended." Leng Yuexiao looked at Song Ning happily.

Song Ning looked at Leng Yuexiao for no reason. He no longer remembered whether he had said this to Leng Yuexiao, but now seeing Leng Yuexiao's reaction, Song Ning understood that Leng Yuexiao had definitely heard it somewhere, and it was extremely similar.

"Only three thousand roads can you ascend to the top by choosing one. Who have you ever heard of this sentence?" Song Ning asked.

Leng Yuexiao's pupils contracted again, and at this moment the surprise in her heart was no longer a little bit: "I once... heard from my master that the master in the first level of heaven is the Golden Immortal of De Tian."

"Is the Detian Golden Immortal? When I go to the first level of heaven, I must pay a visit to the Detian Golden Immortal to see who he is." Song Ning raised his lips and glanced at the tombs in front of him that were already empty and even covered with wild flowers and grass, and bowed slightly.

"Entertainment Father, although you have deceived me for thirteen years, now that I am back, I still have to pay my respects to you. I have been raising you for thirteen years, preaching and receiving careers, and thirteen years of layout. I should not have disappointed you, right?" Song Ning smiled. At this moment, he seemed much more relaxed: "I am now standing here, is it all within your expectations?"

Song Ning smiled self-deprecatingly, but at this time the self-deprecating smile was more helpless joy than cynical.

"It turns out that there are really all kinds of things in this world that have been arranged by those powerful people. The thirteen years you said, now I should have come here from the first level of heaven at that time." Leng Yuexiao's starry eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking about in her heart.

"Let's go, I'm back. I don't know how they prepared the wedding banquet. I'm going to see it. It's only once in my life. Although I want them to be simple, I can't let my bride down." Song Ning said, slashing Leng Yue's nose a little, and her expression was full of doting.

Leng Yuexiao responded softly, but just as they were about to leave, a sudden thunder suddenly appeared in the sky.

Thunder roared like an angry dragon, strong wind suddenly rose, the mountain top trembled, the ruins collapsed instantly, dust flew, and roars rose in the mountains and forests, as if a strange beast felt the natural disaster, and was extremely timid.
Chapter completed!