The Phoenix Feather is a magical object, and its value is even above the dragon scales.

According to the Book of Changes, a dragon has ninety-nine eighty-one scales, symbolizing the number of pure yang, while the phoenix's tail feather only has six.

There are clouds in the mountains and seas, and there are mysterious birds in the south, which have six tails. They do not live in the sycamore tree and cannot drink without nectar. Its name is Feng.

The phoenix feather in Zhang Qingzhuo's hand represents the inheritance of Yuanfeng and has also turned into a colorful flaming phoenix divine sword. However, the dragon scale in my mother's coffin can only be used as a compass.

Although the witch said that the Taoist sect did not enter the world in a large way, and no one could snatch the phoenix feather from Zhang Qingzhuo, if Maoshan Sect had to obtain the phoenix feather, the Gu God would never be able to stop it.

There is only one Gu God, but Maoshan Sect has nearly two thousand years of Taoist tradition inheritance. It has a deep-rooted influence in folk Taoism.

It doesn't need to do it yourself, there are countless side-minded people who are willing to take action for it.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, Taoist orthodox will not be born, and the Gu God cannot show miracles in the world. She can protect Zhang Qingzhuo, but she does not have the ability to fight against Maoshan Sect, and she cannot help the Zhang family.

In the past, although the Han family was aggressive, the Zhang family was not willing to be outdone. Although one rose and the other was declining, it also had a return.

This time, the Maoshan Sect only exerted a slight influence to destroy the Zhang family's hard work for decades and faced the dilemma of life and death.

Before seeing me, Zhang Qingzhuo would not think that I was leaving without saying goodbye, but would only think that I was plotted against by the Han family.

Worried about my life and death, but also carries the family crisis and endures suppression from the Han family and Maoshan Sect.

The sunglasses covered her eyes, making it impossible for me to see her current expression.

Just looking at her haggard cheeks and her blood-colored lips, you can imagine what kind of torment she has been suffering every day in the past few days.

"Qin Jue, you go and leave Yue Xiang forever." Zhang Qingzhuo said.

"Will you leave with me?" I asked.

"Won't."

"Then I won't leave either."

After saying that, I walked into the bedroom and took out three Five Emperors' money and handed it to Zhang Qingzhuo.

"Let's get a hexagram."

"What are you asking?" Zhang Qingzhuo asked.

"Since everything comes from the Phoenix Feather, just use it to divine it."

"good."

Zhang Qingzhuo put his hands together and threw the copper coins six times in a row, and finally got a Kun hexagram.

The terrain is quiet. A gentleman carries things with virtue.

Thinking of the difficulties the Zhang family is facing now, the changing line should be the sixth line.

In the first six, the dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is mysterious and yellow.

The Qian hexagram uses the dragon as the image, and the Kun hexagram is gentle and compassionate and has nothing to do with the dragon, but this line mentions the dragon.

Zhang Qingzhuo's divination of this changing line means that the entire Kun hexagram will change.

Therefore, you cannot make a judgment based on this line alone, you must use six.

I thought silently for a long time before I finally saw the whole hexagram clearly.

"Aqing, you can take off your sunglasses now."

"What did you see?"

"Use six, benefit Yongzhen." I read out the line of using six.

"You mean that our Zhang family can survive this crisis safely?"

"Well, everything will be solved successfully, and the Zhang family is safe and sound."

The final use of six means that the Zhang family will get out of the predicament. However, the six in the previous line above responds to me.

The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is mysterious and yellow. This dragon refers to me.

Xuanhuang refers to the blood flowing, and here it refers to the heavy price I will pay for the Zhang family’s affairs.

As for what the price is, I can't take.

Zhang Qingzhuo refused to take off the sunglasses on his face, so I reached out to take them off.

She blocked with her hands, and put her hands down halfway.

Taking off the sunglasses, the eyes that were once as bright as stars were scattering, lost all their brilliance.

My eyelashes are still wet. There is still a tear mark at the corner of my eyes that I haven't had time to wipe it dry.

Her body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were dodging and unwilling to look at me.

I knew she didn't want me to see her fragile appearance, so I wiped the tears with my fingers and put my sunglasses on her.

After a while of silence, Zhang Qingzhuo asked me where I have been in the past few days.

I told her about Jiuxingwan and finally told her that I am homeless now.

Zhang Qingzhuo held my hand and said softly: "You still have me."

"Why, don't you drive me away now?"

"Mr. Qin, I was wrong."

"Aqing, you have to remember that your affairs are mine, and I will face them with you no matter what happens."

"Okay, let's face it together."

The moment when the two hands were held together and blood was connected, I remembered the sentences in the Book of Songs.

Life and death are bound to be broad, and the conversation is made with you. Hold your hand and grow old with you.

The Zhang family is now surrounded by enemies, and she doesn't have much time to accompany me, so she answered a phone call and left soon.

After Zhang Qingzhuo left, I took out the Qingzhuo sword and wiped it over and over again.

My seven-day killing disaster is not over yet, and the matter of the Zhang family should be on me. If I can't overcome the disaster, the Zhang family will be unable to resolve the fate.

The night is shrouded in silence.

I didn't turn on the light. The room was covered with clear swords, but there was no sword light.

The hour of Hai is late at night and the night is still the same as the hour of the man's concentration.

As long as I survived this time, I would have safely survived the seven-day killing disaster.

A quarter of an hour passed, and there was no change.

Gradually, as time passed, the hour of Hai reached the end.

As long as you wait for a moment, Long Ling will regain her control over the sea of ​​consciousness, and Long Qi can also be used by me.

At the last moment, every second is torment.

Suddenly, the surrounding qi had undergone a significant change, and my heart began to sink.

Squeak.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open from outside, and someone entered the courtyard, but I could not hear footsteps.

This shows that this time the person who took action is no longer an ordinary person.

After waiting for a while, the sound of knocking and shaking came from the yard, and the smell of burning paper came from the air.

Through the crack in the door, I saw a group of people in the yard, who were building a cloud building with the Eight Immortals Table.

At the gate of the yard, there was a Taoist priest wrapped in a black turban, burning paper.

The Taoist priest burned the Eight Immortals Table made of yellow paper. Every time the Eight Immortals Table was burned, the Yunlou would be one floor higher.

The person who built the Yun Tower was not a living person, without a trace of yang energy, should be a paper man burned by the Taoist priest.

Yunlou is the altar of the Lushan School. The higher the Yunlou, the deeper the humanistic practice of climbing the altar.

Finally, the Cloud Tower was stacked to the eighteenth floor.

The paper man turned into a cold wind and dispersed, leaving only a tall cloud building in the yard.

At this moment, the Taoist priest at the gate of the courtyard stood up and unbuttoned the black cloth on his head.

He was barefoot with his hair, stepped on the bucket, and held a bell and knife in his hand and recited the Lushan military warrior.

Being able to stack the 18-story cloud tower shows that the Taoist priest has a high level of cultivation and has his own exclusive military troops in the altar.

There are three types of soldiers and horses in Lushan, namely: celestial immortal soldiers, earth immortal soldiers and horses, and human immortal soldiers and horses.

Yunlou is made of burnt yellow paper, which means that the Taoist priests are asking for earth immortal soldiers and horses, commonly known as ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

As the Taoist chanted the mantra, streams of black gas surged from outside the courtyard gate to the courtyard and fell into a human form.

Black-clothed black armor, bright swords and weapons, green face and fangs, and vicious aura...

It was the Lushan Yin soldiers.
Chapter completed!