Mysterious mirror hanging high

"So this is fate!"

Jing Yu suddenly felt as if a door related to his destiny had suddenly opened. However, at this moment, he did not realize that the mysterious mirror in his dantian was slightly glowing, as if responding to something.

"Then it is really impossible for Lin Feng to break this inevitable death by himself?"

"Of course there is still a chance."

Jiu Ming Daojun seemed to be in a very good mood today. He was open to all questions concerning "fate" and responded patiently:

"If Lin Feng had killed you back then, wouldn't that have broken this fate? But on what basis did he do that?"

"One is a sixth-level Qi training cultivator with a poor inheritance, weak mana, and a tattered appearance. The other is a Taoist master who has perfected the eighth level of physical training, having mastered the techniques personally passed down by the Dao Emperor. He has also opened up his sea of ​​consciousness during the Qi training period and cultivated divine thoughts. Let alone a duel, even if he were to let you lie there and let him slash at you with a few swords or blow a few blasts of fire, could he hurt you in the slightest?"

"After all, his only chance of survival that day was to kneel down and beg you to spare his life. And you happened to be a soft-hearted person, so maybe you actually managed to let him escape."

Jiu Ming Daojun said softly, "But firstly, he won't be able to predict the future and won't kneel down and beg for mercy. This is the first destiny. And your temperament has obviously been set long ago. It's impossible for you to soften suddenly. This is the second destiny."

"After all the calculations, it's still fate! Haha!"

Jiu Ming Daojun spread his hands, a sarcastic smile on his face: "What can I do?"

“What can I do…” Jing Yu couldn’t help but put herself in Lin Feng’s shoes. She realized that even if she were to fall into that situation, she would be left with nowhere to go, and nowhere to go: “It’s really fate!”

"Fate plays tricks on us? It's far more than that!"

Jiu Ming Daojun crossed his legs and tapped Jing Yu's forehead with his bare toes. The golden bell on his ankle rang crisply. "Why do you think Zhao Yuanxi was born with the destiny of [Turtle Years and Crane Longevity]?"

Jing Yu was shocked: "Yuan Xi is because of me..."

"The protagonist of destiny has begun on the stage, so how can we miss a few supporting actors?" Jiu Ming Daojun said leisurely: "Otherwise, why did Zhao Yuanxi awaken the destiny of immortality? Why..."

"Is it the younger sister Zhao Yuanxi who awakened her destiny? And not... the older brother Zhao Yuanchen?"

"Haha, this is fate, fate that plays tricks on people! It's wonderful, wonderful!"

At this moment, Jing Yu suddenly thought of how Zhao Mingyu's family had noticed the subtle difference between Yuan Chen and Yuan Xi before they had their spiritual roots tested. A flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, "Yes, no wonder it was Yuan Xi! Yuan Xi was born with a destiny, which opened up infinite possibilities for the future, but it also determined Yuan Chen's fate from birth!"

"It's not just Zhao Yuanchen and Zhao Yuanxi. Your seventh brother, Zhao Mingfu, was also born to meet the needs of the times!"

Jing Yu frowned. "Ming Fu, there has been no news for decades. I used to think he was like my third sister, traveling with his master, Wu Juecheng, to search for immortals. I wondered if we might run into him in the Wushan market, but now there's been no news."

"Who knows, you may meet this person again in the future." Jiu Ming Daojun smiled.

"Is this also fate?" Jing Yu asked.

"Of course it's fate!" Jiu Ming Daojun said calmly, "Do you think I arranged it? I'm not that boring."

"Do you have any other questions? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll answer them all at once."

This explanation has greatly benefited Jing Yu in understanding destiny. This is the grace of teaching, and Jing Yu naturally wants to thank:

"Thank you, Daojun, for clearing up my confusion! This has given me some insights into the [Questioning Mirror Fate-Observing Method]."

Upon hearing this, Jiu Ming Daojun pursed his lips and descended from above the Heavenly Gate. His beautiful eyes stared at Jing Yu's face with a calm expression as he spoke word by word:

"What is the [Questioning Mirror Fate-Observing Method]?"

Jing Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he mumbled, "Of course, this is the Qigong method that I mainly practice..."

"Isn't your Qigong method the [River and River Sutra] you found in the market?"

Jing Yu was stunned: "After leaving the secret realm, he switched to practicing the [Questioning Mirror Fate Method]... Could it be that this is not you, the Taoist..."

Jiu Ming Daojun took a deep breath and said, "I have never heard of this technique before!"

"Where did it come from?"

Jing Yu also sensed the seriousness of the situation and quickly confessed, "After I opened up my sea of ​​consciousness, I was ready to refine the [Fate-Knowing Treasure Mirror] with my divine consciousness. I never imagined that the mirror would disappear, leaving behind only this technique..."

The Nine-Life Taoist Lord was amused upon hearing this. "Interesting! I personally handled that [Fate-Knowing Treasure Mirror] and delivered it to you according to your destiny. If there were any cultivation techniques hidden within it, how could I not know about it? Besides, that mirror is merely a standard immortal treasure used in the Immortal Court for fortune-telling. Besides its high status, it has no other magical uses. Every Taoist Lord has a thousand or eight hundred of them in their treasury..."

"Interesting, interesting!"

Jiu Ming Daojun slowly floated up and once again sat back on top of the Heavenly Gate, crossing his legs. "How could someone have planned this right under my nose? Who is it?"

"Show me the technique."

Jing Yu shook his head and said respectfully, "To be honest with you, Dao Lord, this method cannot be copied or recited, and even recording it into a jade slip with divine consciousness is impossible. I haven't found any way to reproduce it yet."

"hiss!"

Jiu Ming Daojun took a deep breath and said, "Not known to the world? His status is so high?"

"It doesn't matter!"

She waved her hand: "What magical powers can this technique produce?"

"There is a fundamental magical power in the Qi training stage, which condenses a mysterious mirror in the Dantian..."

After Jing Yu finished speaking, Jiu Ming Daojun blew a breath, and a point of spiritual light escaped into Jing Yu's dantian. After a moment, the spiritual light escaped and was pinched between Jiu Ming Daojun's fingers and rubbed into the center of his eyebrows.

"Well……"

After a moment, Jiu Ming Dao Jun opened his eyes, his face expressionless. He gathered two fingers together and inserted them into his brow without hesitation. The red and white liquid slowly flowed down along the edge of the hole, but Jiu Ming Dao Jun seemed to be nothing. He even bent his fingers slightly and stirred it vigorously a few times.

Jing Yu's eyelids twitched at the sight, but he didn't dare to speak.

What the hell is Daojun doing?

He pulled his finger out of the hole between his eyebrows, pinched out a colorful crystal, and flicked his finger. The colorful crystal immediately disappeared into the void.

Then, Jiu Ming Daojun's wounds slowly closed, and the red and white liquid between her forehead and fingers disappeared. Her complexion finally returned to normal, and she even smiled a little:

"Do you have any other questions? I'm in a good mood today, so I'll answer them all at once."

Jing Yu felt a chill running down his spine and straight up to his head. He looked in shock at the beautiful woman in front of him, dressed in a crimson robe, and thought to himself:

"The Daojun has lost his memory?"

"Is there anyone in the world who can make Daojun lose his memory? Could it be Daozun?"

The Nine-Life Daoist Lord seemed to be able to hear Jing Yu's thoughts and said with a smile, "Even the Daoist Lord may not have this ability. For someone like me, my spiritual power is not unrivaled in the heavens and myriad realms, but at least I am ranked third among the Daoists, hoping to be second. Unless I sever my own memories..."

At this moment, the smile of the Nine-Life Taoist Monarch became somewhat stiff:

"I just cut off my memory..."