I Have a Luck Altar Chapter 550

  So, when Jingtai intended to marry Princess Pingyang to Chen Yuan, Concubine Yang came out and said such a sentence out of time.

   And she spoke.

   Most of the eyes in the hall turned to her.

  The biological mother of the eldest prince was a little bit surprised. She had a rather ugly face when she heard the emperor's words just now. After all, Princess Pingyang was mainly betrothed to Chen Yuan, so Sima Ke's power would be even greater.

   It was not good for the other two princes.

  However, she never expected that Yang Guifei would jump out to stop her.

   Something weird.

  Empress, Sima Gan, Sima You, and Princess Pingyang all had such expressions.

  Only Sima Ke frowned, thinking of the key point.

   It is estimated that the mother and daughter do not want to serve the same husband.

but.

  Mufei is confused!

  You and Chen Yuan have no results, it's just a dewy marriage, why bother too much?

  Anyway, the only relationship between you is that God knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, and others know.

  If Chen Yuan becomes his brother-in-law, he will do his best to help him, and his chances of becoming the prince will increase greatly in the future!

  Jingtai's complexion sank, a little displeased, looking at Concubine Yang Guifei, he said lightly:

   "What does the imperial concubine think is inappropriate?"

   Even the address has changed, Concubine Yang secretly said in her heart, looking at Jingtai's rather gloomy eyes, she still gritted her teeth and said:

   "Pingyang is the eldest princess of the current dynasty, with a noble status and a cold temper, and Marquis Chen Yuan of Wu'an is also a man with a hard temper and great ambitions. If Pingyang marries him, my concubine thinks it is not suitable."

  The more she spoke, the softer Concubine Yang's voice became.

  Because her reason was too lame, mainly because the incident happened too suddenly, and she couldn't think of too much for a while, but seeing Jingtai's frown, she suddenly had an idea and said hastily:

   "Furthermore, as far as my concubine knows, Marquis Chen Yuan of Wu'an still had a woman in Qingzhou who wandered around for a long time in Liangzhou, but Pingyang was innocent.

  Marrying Marquis Wu'an, wouldn't it be too much?"

"enough."

   Concubine Yang Guifei was interrupted by Jingtai before she finished speaking, and he snorted lightly:

   "Marquis Wu'an is young and energetic, so it is normal to find a few women. As long as he can correct himself in the future, it will be fine. Isn't it the same for all the honorable sons in the capital?

  If it's not suitable to find a few women, then won't Pingyang marry in this life? "

   "Chen Qie. Chen Qie is talking too much."

   Concubine Yang's complexion changed again and again, so she had to lower her head.

  Jingtai snorted a few times imperceptibly, looked at Princess Pingyang who was not looking sideways, and said:

   "Pingyang, what do you think?"

   "I still want to stay with my father for a few more years, about getting married." Princess Pingyang wanted to refuse, but she didn't dare, so she could only say it very tactfully.

  Jingtai shook his head and said in a deep voice:

   "Women still have to marry after all. You are not too young in Pingyang, and your younger brothers have started to accept concubines. Is it possible that you are going to be lonely all your life?"

   "Children."

   "It's okay if you don't marry Chen Yuan."

  Unexpectedly, Jingtai followed suit, but before the eyes of Concubine Yang Guifei and Princess Pingyang burst into joy, he heard another problem.

   "Everyone in the capital knows that you are arrogant and arrogant in Pingyang, and ordinary men are not in the eye of the eye. How about this, as long as you can find a man who is better than Marquis Wu An, I will not interfere with your marriage anymore."

  Princess Pingyang and Concubine Yang's expressions immediately sank.

  A man who is better than Chen Yuan?

  Don't say it's the capital, even if you look at the whole world, you can't find it!

  Even, don't say surpass, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find anyone who can match Chen Yuan.

"how?"

   "Marquis of Wu'an is a great talent, famous all over the world, unparalleled in military exploits, capable of both civil and military skills, and his sons can't find him." Princess Pingyang sighed.

   seems to be a little resigned to fate.

  An arm can't beat a thigh, no matter how powerful she is, she is just a princess, but Jingtai is the king of the world, the king of ninety-five, with a promise of heaven in his mouth, he can't refuse at all.

  Jingtai's mouth curled into a faint smile:

   "I just have this intention, Pingyang, you go back to the palace and think about it for a few days. If you really don't want to marry, I won't force it."

  Although it is said so, everyone present knows the meaning.

   "Thank you, father."

   "Well, go ahead."

  Jingtai waved his hand casually, took a sip of the spirit wine.

  The capital.

  Chen Yuan was wandering around the capital bored, like this since yesterday, to see if he could find his son of luck, so that his cultivation could be revived again.

  Of course, he didn't put all his energy on it, and he only took a walk in the capital in his spare time.

  Today is the emperor's family banquet, and Chen Yuan was thinking about it while opening his eyes from time to time. What is Jingtai's purpose for giving the marriage?

   Simply win over yourself?

   Certainly not.

   But Moro was quietly recovering from his injuries. He didn't really want to disturb him because he was just asking a question.

  If Jingtai really issued an imperial edict.

  Then he refused?

   Or accept it?

  Mother and daughter?

  I think it is normal for him, Chen, to accumulate virtue and do good deeds all his life, to have such a good fortune.

  Conspiracy?

  He already had mild persecution paranoia, and felt that there were always troublemakers trying to harm him.

  All kinds of thoughts kept circulating in Chen Yuan's heart.

  But if Jingtai really issued an imperial edict, would he be able to refuse?

   Now, it's not time to flip the table!

  Walking and walking, Chen Yuan inadvertently came to Qingyun Temple, looked up, and thought of what Senior Mo Luo said before.

  Ten Great Immortal Gates, Taixu Palace

   This place is very likely to be the stronghold of the fairy gate in the capital, and the person in charge inside obviously doesn't want to get too involved with him, so he avoids it in advance many times.

   Staring at it for a moment, Chen Yuan shook his head and was about to return to the house in a short while. Suddenly, an old man in green robes with white beard and hair walked out, and the other party looked at him with a smile on his face.

   "Marquis Wu'an, why don't you enter the temple and rest for a while?"

  Chen Yuan stared at this old Taoist, and there was a vague aura emanating from his body, faintly consonant with heaven and earth, but distinct.

   Yangshen Zhenjun!

  Chen Yuan quickly judged the general cultivation level of this person.

   "If that's the case, then I will bother you."

   Regarding the fact that the other party could see his disguise, Chen Yuan was not surprised. If it was really the Yangshen Zhenjun, it seemed that his disguise technique alone would not work.

"Please."

  Since Taoist Tianxu's copper wire treasure was broken last time, he could no longer spy on Chen Yuan, and he couldn't help feeling curious.

How did he do that?

  This is the secret method of Taixu Palace. Even the True Lord of Yangshen can hardly completely shield his own secrets, but he managed it. It is really surprising.

  But although he is curious, he will not take the initiative to come to the door.

  However, since the other party came to Qingyun Temple by chance for the third time, it is because of fate with Taixu Palace, and it is impossible to avoid it all the time, it is nothing more than a meeting.

  Tianxu Old Daoist guided Chen Yuan all the way to the main hall, offered him a cup of ordinary tea, then sat down and looked at him with a smile.

  Like there is something on his face.

   But in fact, he was just waiting to see the difference.

   But when the faint light appeared in his eyes and he wanted to find out, there was a sudden change in his eyes, as if the sky and the earth were fading. Then, a void world appeared, covered by the sky full of purple air.

   Can't see clearly at all.

   And when he was about to take a closer look, suddenly, a great power enveloped him, as if he saw some great horror,

  He couldn't help but blushed, so he suffered backlash.

   "What happened to senior?"

  Chen Yuan squinted his eyes and asked curiously.

  When the other party was looking at him, he was also looking at the other party at the same time, but it was a pity that the other party did not cause changes in the sky eyes, so when he saw that his face was red, he couldn't help asking.

   "Nothing, nothing"

  The old Taoist Tianxu waved his hand, but he was surprised.

   There was no such change when he watched it before. What happened to Chen Yuan in Liangzhou?

  Why is there a purple canopy?

   Such a vision, but even ordinary emperors don't have it.

  It's really weird.

  His relatives are even more terrifying.

  This is the first time he has encountered such a situation. Human fate is destined by heaven, but this kid is completely different, as if he can change his fate against the sky, causing such a change in himself.

   "Ms. Chen visited Qingyun a few times before, but they all missed the opportunity. Why is the senior willing to meet today?"

  Chen Yuan didn't play tricks, but went straight to the point.

   "You and I are predestined, but one and the other cannot be repeated. Pindao will not deliberately cover it up."

  The old Taoist Tianxu smiled and shook his head.

  Chen Yuan looked around for a while, his eyes flickering:

   "This view of Qingyun is not simple."

  The old man Tianxu smiled wryly, knowing that his heel had been seen through, he immediately stopped covering it up, nodded and admitted:

   "The name of the poor Taoist is Tianxu, and it comes from Taixu Palace. This is the place where the poor Taoist practice."

  Chen Yuan nodded, and secretly said that it was true.

  Senior Moro is really good at seeing people.

  This place is indeed Taixu Palace, one of the ten great immortal sects.

   "I have admired the name of Taixu Palace for a long time, but I really did not expect that the majestic Ten Immortal Gates are in the city of Shenjing in the world, and there is such a dojo."

   "Chen benefactor is overwhelmed. The poor Taoist likes to be busy in the city, but he doesn't like hard work, so he practices here."

  Although the real Taixu Palace has declined in recent years, it is one of the top ten immortal sects after all, so it is not so downcast. He is just traveling around the world.

   It's just that the travel time is longer.

   After chatting for a few words, the old Taoist Tianxu inadvertently glanced at Chen Yuan again, but this time he didn't miss it, but frowned suddenly.

   Faintly, as if thinking of something, his pupils shrank.

   "Senior, what are you looking at?"

  Chen Yuan frowned again, always feeling that the old man looked at him in a wrong way.

  Tianxu old man did not answer, but took out the rare treasure tortoise shell from his sleeve, shook it a few times, and a few Tongbao coins fell on the ground.

   Staring at the changes below, Taoist Tianxu smiled, then put it away with a wave of his hand, looked at Chen Yuan's curious expression, and muttered:

   "No wonder, that's how it is."

   "Senior, you might as well speak more bluntly. Forget about such ethereal words."

   "Pindao just didn't expect that Chen Yuan, the famous demon sword of the Marquis of Wu'an in the current dynasty, had something to do with the previous dynasty."

  The words were astonishing, and Chen Yuan was startled instantly, but there was no change on the surface:

   "Chen doesn't understand what senior means."

  Tianxu old man chuckled:

   "Chen benefactor, don't worry, the poor have always been strict and won't say anything."

   "Chen doesn't even understand what senior is talking about, so what's the point of saying it?"

  Looking at Chen Yuan's expression of denial, Taoist Tianxu said in a concentrated voice:

   "If Pindao's expectations are not bad, benefactor Chen should have a blood-colored bead in his hand, um. It should have been obtained when he was in Liangzhou some time ago."

  Chen Yuan suddenly moved, thinking of the bead he got from Xiang Lingtian.

  At that time, Senior Mo Luo once said that there were some refining techniques of Taixu Palace. At that time, he was still thinking about whether he had something to do with Qingyun Temple, and thought he would come to ask.

  But after going through so many things, I was a little neglected for a while.

   "The benefactor had a good idea. That bead was made by Pindao under the entrustment of others."

  Tianxu old man admitted frankly.

  The reason why he discovered Chen Yuan's identity was because of that bead. Just now, he just felt that Chen Yuan's appearance was somewhat familiar, and when he thought about it carefully, he thought of Xiang Qianqiu.

   Then using the method of deduction from the sky, he immediately noticed that Chen Yuan had a little connection with him.

  Ordinary deduction of heavenly secrets naturally cannot be counted on Chen Yuan, but the blood bead was refined by him himself, so there is a trace of involvement in itself, which can be perceived with his cultivation base.

  As long as it is determined that Chen Yuan is from the Xiang family, then the purple energy on his body and the soaring cultivation level can explain one or two of them.

  He has the divine blood of the direct lineage, and his talent is naturally far beyond ordinary people. In addition, he has the destiny of a king, and he has a natural purple energy to protect his body, which can also be said.

   I just didn't expect that the former Chu Xiang family, which had been destroyed, would actually have a revival again.

   "Entrusted by whom?"

  Chen Yuan asked immediately.

   But in this way, it can be regarded as an admission of his identity in a disguised form.

   "Donor Chen doesn't know?"

   "Please ask the seniors to clarify."

  Chen Yuan straightened his face.

   "Xiang Qianqiu"

  The old Taoist Tianxu thought about it, and decided to tell the truth.

  Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan's complexion suddenly changed!

  Xiang Qianqiu. Xiang Qianqiu!

  He is no stranger to this name. Ever since he knew that he is the blood of the former prince, Chen Yuan has investigated the identity of his cheap father. His name is Xiang Qianqiu!

  Although he often forgets, every once in a while, he will take a look at what he has written down.

  So, I have never forgotten.

  His blood bead was obtained from Xiang Lingtian's body, and the old Taoist Tianxu was entrusted by him to refine it. Doesn't it mean that nothing happened to the other party.

   I have been secretly watching myself, and I want to kill the person who extracts my blood. It is also him!

  Father kills son!

  Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly figured out the key points, and a strong murderous intent escaped from his eyes.

  If the other party wants to kill him, he will naturally not show mercy.

  Anyway, Chen Yuan doesn't have any feelings for this cheap old man who has never met before, but he can't help but think a lot.

  He has seen scenes of father and son laughing many times, but never thought that it would happen to him.

  As for why he didn't do it himself, Chen Yuan is just guessing, but he can't be sure.

   Seeing Chen Yuan's slightly changed expression, Tian Xu was suspicious.

   Did he want to go wrong?

   Didn't Xiang Lingtian refine it for him, or in other words, didn't it come to him?

  As for the things he refined, Tian Xu is very clear. The main function of that thing is to extract the divine blood of the Xiang family, isn't it...

  Xiang Qianqiu wanted to kill Chen Yuan?

   Confused!

  For a junior with such outstanding talent, it's too late to train him, but he actually wants to kill someone and draw blood, that's not even stupid, but stupid!

   "Thank you, senior, for letting me know."

  Chen Yuan took a deep breath and gradually calmed down his mood.

  If that happens one day in the future.

   Then he won't hold back either!

   "It's okay, it's okay."

   "Senior, do you know Xiang Qianqiu's whereabouts?"

  The other party wants to kill him, and he also wants to kill the other party now.

   At worst, Zhenjun Shura went online and sent his father back to the west.

   Thinking of someone watching him all the time, Chen Yuan broke into a cold sweat, trying to get rid of this hidden danger.

Um.

  Before the crown prince, the blood of the Xiang family must be very strong.

  Maybe, maybe it can help him.

  If that's the case, this old man would have died a worthy death.

  Tianxu old man slowly shook his head:

   "Xiang Qianqiu's strength is unfathomable, and Pindao can't figure it out, but you don't have to worry, since he has already started contacting you, he will definitely see you later."

  For some reason, he also had an idea of ​​wanting to observe this kind of father-son killing.

   After all, this is not very common.

   "Senior said so."

  Chen Yuan smiled with twinkling eyes.

  Chen Yuan stayed in Qingyun Temple for a while, almost when the sky was getting dark, before he offered to leave, and expressed that he hoped to come back tomorrow if he had time.

  Tian Xu would never refuse.

  Since you can't escape, then accept it calmly, maybe you will have to rely on Chen Yuan in the future.

  Chen Yuan, who had left, walked towards Wu'anhou's mansion without any haste, feeling restless. He originally thought it would be something clichéd.

   Unexpectedly, the father wanted to kill the son.

   Really

Ha ha.

   At this point, Chen Yuan really doesn't have the slightest favor for this so-called former royal family. If there is a chance, he must destroy the Xiang family!

   Draw the blood of their family!

   Turn it into your own use.

  Chen Yuan returned to the Hou Mansion, as usual, gave orders to his servants, and prepared to return to his room to continue his practice, but when he was approaching, he suddenly frowned.

  It seems to have seen the situation in the room.

   Concubine Yang. Here we go again.

  Pushing open the door calmly, Concubine Yang inside saw clearly that it was him, and gradually revealed her body. Unlike last time, she did not change her appearance this time.

   Instead, she was wearing the palace attire of a noble concubine, with a phoenix hairpin on her head, her long hair was coiled up, and she exuded a sense of grace and nobility.

   Rely on Pray?

  Chen Yuan thought of this word in an instant.

  I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

   It's only been a few days since the last time, but the other party's dress is so exciting.

   Tsk tsk tsk.

   want to come

   This should be urgent again, I miss Cao Bin.

  Punch in and continue to ask for a monthly pass!

  Don't raise books, brothers, give it a try, give it a try.

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