shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 841 Bai Zhi'er is the direct descendant of the way of heaven

Feng Fuce raised his eyes and looked at the top of the shelf.

There was only one tablet.

Feng Fuce seemingly unintentionally picked up three sticks of incense and ignited them.

He asked casually: "On the top, is your ancestor enshrined?"

Duke Ping looked up and replied with a smile: "No, the tablet on the top is a goddess."

Feng Fuce made a movement in his hand.

He looked at Ping Guogong with his cold and thin eyes: "Goddess fairy? Which respected god?"

Ping Guogong thought carefully: "Then I don't know about this, it happened about ten years ago."

"At that time we were still in Huainan, and a female Taoist priest passed by the gate of my mansion, begging for a drink of saliva, and said that I was going to be lucky."

"So she helped us set up a god, let us worship God every day, and the good luck in the family will continue."

Speaking of this, Duke Pingguo sighed again and again.

"After a while, I worshiped sincerely, and I was named the Duke of the State. But after a long time, I didn't have the energy to worship every day, and something happened to my youngest son."

"So this kind of experience is mysterious and mysterious. I would rather believe it. Since then, I have sincerely offered incense every day, and I dare not neglect it."

Feng Fuce's thin lips turned into a faint sneer: "Really? Ten years ago, that was interesting."

He looked up at the inscription on the tablet.

This goddess has no name, only two runes that don't look like words.

If what Bai Zhier said is true, then the person connected with this rune should be her.

Feng Fuce was thinking with dark eyes.

Ten years ago, Bai Zhi'er was not born yet.

What will be the relationship between a female Taoist priest who has never met before, and Bai Zhi'er who has not yet been born?
The incense stick in Feng Fuce's hand went out as soon as he got close to the ancestral hall.

There was some amusement in his eyes.

On the contrary, Ping Guogong was a little surprised when he saw this.

He hurriedly said: "It must be that the sandalwood is not good, I will change three more for Lord Hou."

"No need." Feng Fuce vetoed in a cold voice.

He said meaningfully: "Maybe some people don't want to eat the incense I sent, so don't force it."

After finishing speaking, Feng Fuce threw the extinguished sandalwood into the waste bucket with incense ash on it.

No one saw it. When he turned to go out, his eyes were extremely cold.

In the world, there is only one person who is at odds with him.

That is the way of heaven.

His breath approached the ancestral hall, and he felt a strong extrapolation.

Therefore, Feng Fuce guessed that the female Taoist priests that Duke Pingguo talked about were, in all likelihood, the Dao of Heaven.

And Bai Zhier...

Even if she is not the incarnation of Tiandao, she is also the only disciple of Tiandao.

Feng Fuce thoroughly confirmed.

Bai Zhi'er has almost inherited all the mana of the Heavenly Dao, and is a cultivation faction inherited in the same strain.

So, Bai Zhi'er, do you know his identity?
If she knew and had a close relationship with him, could it be using him?

Or...she didn't know at all.

Feng Fuce's mind sank.

After half an hour.

Bai Zhi'er came out of Mingyang Academy.

She looked up at the gloomy sky.

It looks like it's going to snow!

Bai Zhi'er rubbed his little hands, and exhaled a breath of white mist from his tender mouth.

She stood on tiptoe at the door, looking around.

"Why hasn't Brother Fuce come yet?"

It's not like him, he's never late.

Every time Bai Zhier leaves school, he can be seen waiting outside the academy.

"Little disciple, why don't you leave, are you waiting for Master?"

Mo Yanchi's laughing voice came from behind her.

(End of this chapter)