The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

Mother tree? The centaur murmured to himself. The red light appeared in his eyes again, and the elves could roughly guess it. This seemed to be the unique prophecy of the centaur.

Wulahula quietly looked at the wall of the house on the left, which was the direction of the elves. His line of sight seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, traverse far distances, and see what he wanted to see.

"Weird, so weird, why is it different from the original?"

Ula Hula's voice revealed inexplicable puzzlement, and the red light in his eyes also died down. When the elves saw him, they seemed to have encountered strange things that were hard to see in the ages. They were secretly wondering, and at the same time thinking, is there anything in the clan that would make this centaur prophet feel weird?

Monica felt the same way. She took the first two steps and asked carefully: "Prophet, is there something wrong with my clan?"

"There is a problem." To Monica who was a little nervous because of the relationship, the Centaur Prophet actually joked: "But it's not the elves, but there is a problem with me."

Monica breathed a sigh of relief, before waiting for her. After slowing down, the centaur asked again with a smile.

"As a close confederacy like brothers and sisters, no. It's the elves, but something happened to our clan. Isn't it worth your worries?"

Monica felt her chest choke, hurriedly shook her hand and put on a serious expression: "How could it be possible that the forest centaur is our family, and there are elves who have brothers and sisters who are indifferent when they encounter difficulties."

The centaur prophet smiled and looked at her, with scrutiny and suspicion in his eyes. The Centaur Prophet didn't have much fighting power, and so was Ula Hula, but under his gaze, Monica felt like he was being oppressed by a fighting god-level powerhouse. The only difference is that the oppression of the Fighting God level powerhouse is earth-shaking, while the oppression of Wulahula is a silent visit that can penetrate the bone marrow, as if it can turn people from the inside to the outside and come back and observe.

Seeing Monica's face turned a little pale, the elves subconsciously felt something wrong. The centaur's sight pressure did not spread to them, and there was no way to know why Monica had such a bad reaction.

Cough!

There were two coughing sounds abruptly, which were obviously intentional. The centaur prophet's body trembled slightly, and with consternation, he looked at Zhang Hao who was standing aside with clear eyes. Only then did Monica escape from the centaur prophet's sight. She took two steps back and asked in a panic: "Prophet, what are you doing!"

"It's just a little joke."

Wulahula still had that kind of gentle and calm smile. The members of the Zhongchenxihua team felt that Monica's appearance just now was too weird, panicking and disrespectful. Except for Monica herself, no one knew how dangerous and what kind of city was hidden under this gentle smile.

The fighting ability of the Prophet is indeed not strong, as a special profession unique to the Centaur, they have mastered some weird little skills, and apart from the common point of prediction, the ability of the Centaur Prophet varies from person to person. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The prophet’s ineffective prophecy is responsible for the rise and fall of the centaur family. Under such pressure, every centaur prophet is a strange character. .

Huh! Huaihua made a nice nasal sound, with a smile of disdain. She didn't know if she was satirizing the Centaur Prophet, Monica, or Zhang Hao.

It seems that the centaur race has become more and more prejudiced against us. Not only ordinary centaurs are hostile to us, but even centaur prophets seem to have a bad feeling in their hearts. The thoughts in her mind turned around, breathing slightly, Monica asked in a voice: "My Lord Prophet, the noble chief said you want to see us, what is it for?"

For some reason, the centaur frowned for no reason, and there seemed to be pain flashing across his forehead. Before everyone reacted, they had returned to normal. He nodded: "I originally wanted to discuss with you about your tribe's attack on our tribe, but now it seems that there is no need for this."

The elves are not afraid of anything, but these words are what they fear the most. Before going out, the elders had repeatedly confessed that they wanted to save the relationship with the centaur as much as possible. Now that they have not done anything, they have not talked about it, and it is over. Tell them how to go back and explain to the elders and the queen.

"Don't be nervous, maybe my expression skills are not very good, which caused you to misunderstand." Ula Hula smiled embarrassedly, and said: "I planned to discuss this with you, but now I change my mind. Now, things still need to be discussed, but the candidates have changed from the majority to the singular, and I have something to discuss with your Excellency."

He pointed to Zhang Hao: "Alone!"

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The door was closed. After Monica took the morning flower team out, Wulahula walked back to the pile of golden withered grass and lay down. He pointed to the clean empty ground in front and smiled: "Please sit down. My elf friend."

Zhang Hao was not scornful, and sat down at the place pointed by the centaur. Taoism believes that one law can be used to achieve everything. No matter how things in the world are ever-changing, they always live and die without a certain law, it depends on whether you have the ability to find out this law and use it.

The magical vindictiveness of the alien world is indeed wonderful, but Zhang Hao believes that it can definitely be analyzed and explained by the way of yin and yang. I don't understand, it's because my talent and cultivation base are not at home yet. Just like now, he saw the shadow of Dao Talisman on the magic mark outside the house. Ula Hula kept him, just as he wanted. He was also looking for an opportunity to ask about the drawing method of the magic mark outside.

As soon as Zhang Hao sat down, Wulahula’s eyes suddenly glowed red, but he didn’t hold on for three seconds before extinguishing it. He blinked his eyes vigorously and said in amazement, “It’s still like this, you In his body, he possesses a peculiar power capable of restraining prophecy. It is enviable to be able to move away from the destiny system and control his own destiny by himself."

"Listening to the prophet, it seems that you don't have a good impression of your own prophecy?"

Ula Hula shook his head bitterly: "When you can see when your loved ones die, but you can only watch the day slowly come, and you can’t stop it, you won’t feel that this is a kind of energy. The ability to make people happy."

Zhang Hao asked strangely: "Since the result is known, as long as the process is changed, the result will not change along with it?"

Only Taoists can be so detached in destiny and fate. Human birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature. Cultivating the Tao to seek longevity is itself going against the sky. Since it is against the sky, naturally even the fate has been changed together. Fortune-telling. Fortune-telling itself is a technique used by Daoist practitioners to continue their fate against the sky. Anyone's fate can be counted, but Taoist practitioners who have successfully cultivated cannot count their fate. Yes, because they hold their own marriage line in their left hand, and their right hand holds their own thin life, free from the sky and the earth, free and unrestrained.

Zhang Hao is now considered as a small accomplishment in his cultivation, plus he is not a person in this world himself, so fortune-telling techniques such as prophecy will naturally not stick to him.

"It's easy to say, but it's impossible to do it." Ulahullah sighed. I tried several times with the intention to change the destiny of some people, but the result still failed. I saw As a result, no matter how hard I try, it will eventually happen, and sometimes it is even caused by my single-handed push. "

"Oh, I'm very curious, if the Prophet can speak and hear what's going on."

Wulahula nodded, he recalled a sound, and then described in a low voice the efforts he had made.

Several years ago, he predicted that a young centaur would drown in the creek. It was a very promising male centaur, clever and clever, and Ullalala loved Cai, so he warned him not to approach the river. The centaur also listened very much to his words, and had not been close to any water source, so he asked his friends to help him get the water back from the source.

However, in the end he was drowned. One time he went to the forest to gather food and fell into the eyes of a very hidden Koizumi where the water was only more than one meter deep. As long as he stood up, he would be safe and sound, but he was still dead.

"To be precise, I killed him. He did not die in the creek, but died in the small pool." Wulahula blamed himself: "He completely believed what I said. After falling into the water, he was too Too much panic, too desperate, and gave up the desire to survive. Since then, like my teacher, I have never done anything to try to change the prophecy."

Pessimistic and negative fatalism! Zhang Hao doesn't like this theory very much. Although Taoism also pays attention to peace with the situation, but Taoism has never given up hope. Beneath the surface of harmony and inaction, Taoist practitioners have been dormant with the ambition of immortality and becoming gods.

Using the word ambition to describe it may not be suitable for Taoist practitioners' mood, but only this word can perfectly interpret their obsession with the crazy act of defying the heavens. Giving up fame and wealth, suppressing his instinctive biological desires, and sprinting towards a slim hope wholeheartedly.

"Do you think you really worked hard?" Zhang Hao smiled and suddenly said such a sentence.

Wulahula was taken aback, and replied, "How many times have I tried?"

"Several times, how many times is that?"

Ok? No matter how stupid, Ula Hula knew that there seemed to be other meanings in Zhang Hao’s words, faintly, as if to reveal some information, he asked suspiciously: "His Royal Highness, is it possible that the fate has changed or not, and the number of times Is it relevant?"

Zhang Hao smiled and said: "Fate is a huge rock, and you are a child with bare hands. I have a story about a rock and a child. Would you like to listen to it?"

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