memory?

This Su Muqiong is very good at: "I have a good memory and can remember everything I have experienced clearly and will not forget."

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This is hard to say. You are a special person, but I have said too many things that should not be said in the meeting with you. In the future, it may be spontaneous, or conspiracy, and the power of fate will take the initiative to erase the traces of my existence. Although the image I disguised is not listed here, your memory of the 'real me' will disappear. At that time, all you can remember may be with a couple to meet a crazy old Taoist on the Yueguan Peak of Mount Taishan, and all the rest will be forgotten."

"There is such a thing?" Su Muqiong couldn't understand such a fantasy thing: "So how should I fulfill my promise?"

"Don't worry, after all, you are a special person, a person entangled by great fortune and great karma. You may still be influenced by fate during your lifetime, but after your death, there is nothing that can tamper with your memory. The obscured ones will reappear, and the tampered ones will be restored, and everything will be clear and clear. I bet on my own future to bet on a bigger and brighter future. So, please remember: "

"The fate is like a chess, and the scattered energy changes."

"The qi is hidden in the qi, and the qi is contained in the qi."

"Good fighting without success, and good at planning without name."

"Only you can only be successful without singing."

"peck!"

The old Taoist priest waved his sleeve and suddenly showed a scroll of painting from his sleeve. The old Pi suddenly used force to pull the scroll apart, revealing a pattern. Just spreading the painting seemed to take a lot of effort from the old Taoist priest, and even the hair that had once shined and oily was woven a lot.

Once the pattern is revealed, it seems to cause some unpredictable change, just like the water droplets that Su Muqiong took out a few days ago. But here he is in half space, outside the earth's dimension, the unpredictable change is isolated and suppressed by the spatial dimension, and finally turns into invisible.

Su Muqiong looked closely and at first glance, she felt that it was a Tai Chi diagram, an ordinary Tai Chi diagram, the kind that cost a few cents to buy a roll at a roadside stall.

But when I looked over again, the picture suddenly changed endlessly, as if it was not an ordinary pattern, but a small world that was evolving and developing. Yin and Yang were flowing and running, derive endless possibilities.

The load on the spirit was unprecedentedly increasing, and Su Muqiong felt a little dizzy on her head. This is quite rare for her nowadays. This reaction will only occur when she faces the concept of infinite high with her finite body.

This Tai Chi diagram is definitely not ordinary.

When she closed her eyes and shook her third eye, she looked at it again, the Tai Chi diagram was still a Tai Chi diagram, without a small world, without endless changes. But Su Muqiong discovered something other unusual - this diagram is too standard.

To be precise, the arc is really too round.

After just looking at the naked eye for three eyes, Su Muqiong felt intuition: this is the most perfect circle among all circles he has ever seen. Even if he uses the strongest equipment that appears in all human beings for measurement, he may not be able to find any flaws in this circle. This is a circle that transcends the level of human manufacturing and cognition, and is a circle that is infinitely close to the absolute concept.

It seems to have some deep truth hidden, but it is still a layer of flowers in the fog.

"What is this?" Su Muqiong couldn't help but look at the old Taoist priest: "I can't understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, because it's not for you to show it." The old Taoist priest explained, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Su Muqiong's eyes. In the eyes of the spirits behind him, the finger was naturally pointing at him.

The old Taoist priest's eyes seemed to have passed through the barriers between time and memory, and shouted loudly at some people at some time in the future: "This picture is for you to see!"

The ripples of destiny arise from the distant time, quietly spread and deeply hidden in the cracks between life and death, space, and finally, at this moment, completely appear.

In an instant, all the boy's mobile phones began to tremble, and then all the screens shattered and exploded with the crackling sound, turning into thick smoke in the air.

"That's it! This is what I'm waiting for!" Qiankun suddenly turned around and looked at the inner room, but there was still no sound in the inner room.

The boy gritted his teeth, then nodded violently: "You can't be wrong, it's this, it's not wrong!" He slapped the table with his hands, looked at the height of nothingness and couldn't help but shout: "The corner of fate is now, the hope of the world, right now - grab it, Miss Dream!"

At the same time, Qi Meng, who seemed to be nowhere to exist on the ancient starry sky, suddenly opened her eyes.

"That's... for me to show it! That picture was for me to show it! The old Taoist priest had expected what happened today decades ago, and then passed the picture to me through Aunt Su's memory!" Qi Meng couldn't help but be shocked. What a prophet, what a plan, how hidden, and how wonderful it was.

Behind fate, someone was using a conspiracy, and that man occupied the upper reaches of the river of destiny, and she was in the lower reaches of the river, and she was extremely difficult to turn the tables. But that old Taoist priest was really not simple. He could use such a strange method to pass the most correct information to the most correct person at the most correct time.

"I can understand that picture. It is in line with the Tianfu map given by Qiankun, but it is more complete and profound, and it is exactly what I need! This is the Tai Chi Tianfu map!"

Finally found it.

Following this family all the way, involved in the world, finally found what I needed most at this moment!

The spatial variation in Shanghai is still underway. This matter is urgent. Opportunities are fleeting and you can't wait at all. Qi Meng glanced at Su Muhua who fainted on the ancient starry sky, and then looked at John Nathan, who had begun to collapse genetically. He hesitated slightly, but he turned around after all.

Sorry, I have a great mission.

This life...got through!

Swish, the wings made of starlight spread out, Qi Meng decisively cut off the spiritual connection with Su Muhua, and then flapped her wings and flew up. The battle robe of the Heavenly Palace reappeared, the starlight circled around, and the chaotic waves were penetrated layer by layer, unable to stop Qi Meng from flying.

But the Infinite Cape is deep in the hyperspace, which is extremely far away from the dimension of the earth. The mixed space is as complicated as a maze. Qi Meng is flying and can't help but feel anxious. He must return to the earth quickly!

But at this moment, as if the favor of fate, Qi Meng found a channel to return to the earth quickly.

It's that anchor, it's still running!

Screaming, a burnt smell appeared on the rotating ring. A beam of star-like light suddenly burst out from the center of the anchor meter and shot straight up into the sky like an arrow.

As the stars flashed, Qi Meng had returned to the earth and turned around and appeared in the air in New York.

When she raised her head, the first thing she saw was not the torrent of the void of fate, but a ray of light.
Chapter completed!