The night in Kyoto is quiet, and the stars have come to an end. Slow footsteps keep ringing on the streets of Kyoto, very elegant, with an indescribable excitement. The footsteps suddenly stopped, and a little red ghostly Mars lit up on the street, and then the curling fireworks continued to rise. Stopped on the side of the road, his slender figure, his back was a little lonely, but a slight smile was filled with the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yuyang took a deep breath and seemed to let go of blocks in his heart.

Since he returned to the human world, the only thing he was struggling with was whether Zhuge Qingqing would still appear on the original trajectory. When he thought of Zhuge Qingqing, he felt excited. Although he knew it was impossible, he still couldn't stop looking. However, when today's incident happened, his mind calmed down. Regardless of whether there was the smart and infatuated woman in this life, this matter had already ended.

After a sudden enlightenment, Chen Yuyang took a deep breath, put down the block in his heart, threw away the cigarette butt, and couldn't help but run wildly in the darkness.

The state of mind was liberated, and his whole body opened, flying like a lonely geese in the dark night sky. He clenched his fists tightly, and a hint of relief appeared in the corner of Chen Yuyang's eyes.

Also in the darkness, Yang Ming frowned and stood in front of Long Feiyun who was meditating, with envy on his face, muttering to himself: "Qingyang, Qingyang, after the love disaster, his cultivation level soared. He has already reached the level of quasi-saint cultivation, this is all state of mind, state of mind~~"

Yang Ming was envious and jealous of Chen Yuyang's cultivation. You know, Yang Ming has been in this world for five years, but his cultivation has still stagnated. Not long after Chen Yuyang came back, he had already recovered to the level of quasi-saint cultivation. How could Yang Ming not be jealous? However, Yang Ming knew very well that there was still a gap between him and Chen Yuyang's pervert. The saint's body was destroyed and the road to re-cultivation was very difficult.

Chen Yuyang is much simpler, his realm is still there, and his body is still there, and what he lacks is the magic power of the saint. Even if the spiritual energy in the human world is not good, there is no difference for the perpetual motion mechanism of the saint.

He sighed softly, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and went to Taixu.

What I felt most incredible this night was Zhuge Rizhao. Zhuge Rizhao was almost stunned. What is the relationship between Chen Yuyang and his deceased daughter, where did he come from, and where did he come from? All of this seems to be a mystery and is unexplainable.

In the Zhuge family's flower hall, Zhuge Ming was dressed as a sage and sat on the sofa in the flower hall. Listening to his youngest son saying something, Zhuge Rizhao became more and more excited and said, "Father, what's going on? Can't you calculate the fate of the child Yuyang?"

Zhuge Ming kept turning the compass in his hand, and finally shook his head helplessly and said, "I can't calculate it, I can't calculate it!"

"Father, this matter must be clear. What is the origin of that child Chen Yuyang? He can actually go to heaven and earth and summon the Nine Nether Envoys! This is simply terrible. What level is he at now? No matter how powerful Chen Lao Er is, he cannot reach this level!" Zhuge Rizhao said.

Zhuge Ming still said helplessly: "I can calculate the numerology of everyone in this world, even the Pope, but I can't calculate it just this Chen Yuyang." As he said, Zhuge Mingxi waved to Zhuge Rizhao and said: "Rizhao, come and take a look. This child's numerology for the first sixteen years was very simple, but after sixteen years, his destiny seemed to be interrupted, and then he could no longer be linked!"

"It's true!" Zhuge Rizhao nodded, then scolded and said, "What kind of monster did Chen Lao Er give birth to? What a hell!"

Zhuge Ming smiled faintly and said, "But this is not a bad thing. The Zhuge family's magical arithmetic technique has been circulating since the beginning of Wuhou, and has been passed down for thousands of years. This happens to every generation of Zhuge family!"

"But, Father, you are the closest existence to God in the art of divine calculations. Could it be..." Zhuge Rizhao said in a low voice.

Zhuge Ming waved his hand and said, "What are the existences that have received God recently? Those are all lie. Wu Hou's cultivation was a hundred times higher than me, but he did not die in the end. So what is not gods or gods is nonsense. Rizhao, remember one sentence, the sage is the one who doesn't believe in God the most." Sighing softly, Zhuge Ming sighed, "Actually, why do I want to understand everything in this world? Just like Wu Hou, even though he knows that he can't do it, but he can't change it. The fortune telling is the numerology. Since he can't change it, what's the use of calculating it? I'm very much looking forward to this young man named Chen Yuyang. There should be many unexpected stories in his life!"

"Father, you...you have to consider Ziyu no matter how you do!" Zhuge Rizhao said helplessly.

Zhuge Ming gently hit the crutch in his hand on the ground and smiled and said, "When did I not consider Ziyu? This matter was something you insisted on. My meaning is very simple. If Ziyu agrees, I will not object to Chen Yuyang's fortune-telling. If Ziyu disagrees, then no one can force my precious granddaughter. As for the old man of the Chen family, I will ask for it even if I have a shy face!"

Zhuge Rizhao sighed and said, "That's all we can do!"

However, while Zhuge Rizhao and Zhuge Ming and the father and son were talking, Dugu Feng was in his daughter's room and smiled and said, "Ziyu, how do you feel about the young man today?"

Dugu Feng was very curious, but her attitude towards Ziyu’s marriage was almost the same as that of the old man of the Zhuge family. She did not express her opinion or force her.

Zhuge Ziyu held the huge doll, looked depressed, and said with a pout, "Mom, even you are here to make fun of me!"

Dugu Feng chuckled softly: "Silly girl, mom is thinking about your happiness. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. What can't you say about it?"

Zhuge Ziyu pondered for a moment and said, "How can I say this? I can't say I like it or I don't like it. I'm just a little curious." As he said, Zhuge Ziyu fell into trouble for a moment: "But he seems to know his sister, I don't know why?"

Looking at his daughter's expression, Dugu Feng had already understood a little and smiled in his heart: "This stupid girl has fallen in love with others and doesn't know that she is. When she goes back tonight, she must urge the dead ghost and ask him to go to the Chen family to settle the matter!"

The moon is in the sky, and the night in Kyoto is a bit cold, and snowflakes float down from the sky. On the playground of the Kyoto compound, Zhang Hao, Ji Wushuang, and Xiao Xiao kept looking at the watch in his hand, as if he couldn't wait. The cold wind slammed and kept stomping his feet.

"Haha, you three are so on time. Sorry, I'm late!" A gentle voice fell from the sky, gently and slowly, like snowflakes.
Chapter completed!