t precious things to my first love… Ye Fan, kiss me…” Murong Xue’s eyes gradually became hazy.Ye Fan didn't speak, but instead pressed a deep kiss to her red lips. This kiss held within it too much gu...Thus, Kongkong Master, who had taken Chen Yuer as his disciple, stayed at the Chen family in Lingnan for seven years.

For seven years, besides the core members of the Chen family, no one knew about the old monk's existence, let alone that Chen Wu was learning this.

Genius, is genius.

If this were to happen to someone else, it would take more than seven years, even seventeen years perhaps, to achieve even a small amount of success in the mystical arts.

After all, the Xuanmen of China can be considered one of the most profound studies in the world.

Most people would get dizzy after hearing about things like the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the five elements (gold, wood, water, fire, earth), and the eight trigrams derived from the four poles. Let alone calculating these rapidly in one's mind without making a mistake!

Even at a young age, Chen Yuer did this.

Seven years later, the old monk announced his departure, saying he had nothing more to teach Chen Yuer. Staying any longer would be just eating and drinking for free.

Of course, although Chen Yuer learned all his skills, she couldn't be as profound and unfathomable as him.

Theoretical knowledge alone, only demonstrates an understanding of principles. To achieve a full comprehension, substantial practical experience is required.

Before leaving, the old monk once touched Chen Yuer's head with one hand and said: "Do everything for yourself, never rely on knowing something to arbitrarily leak the secrets of heaven, or try desperately to see things you can't see through. Otherwise, not only will you suffer yourself, but you will also implicate your family. Remember, remember."

Over the years, I have always kept Master's entrustment in mind. I have never told anyone outside, that I would carry on the legacy of Xuanmen, and as I grow older, I become more and more engrossed in it, unable to extricate myself.

Chen Yuer said, pushing the cup forward, "Could you pour me some water I'm a little thirsty."

Li Nanfang loved to quench the thirst of beauties—he readily obliged, filling her glass with water.

After drinking a few sips of water, Chen Yuer's voice when she spoke again became much rounder.

As the ancients said, a multi-talented person will not be dull.

As long as you make an effort to learn something, you will eventually benefit from it.

Of course, things like murder, arson, drug abuse, prostitution and arms dealing are things you shouldn't emulate.

Relying on her knowledge of esoteric arts, Chen Yuer excelled in the intelligence department after joining. She never made a wrong decision or pursued the wrong person – especially during missions, her success rate was almost 100%.

Such a talented girl, with the backing of a top-tier wealthy family, in her most proficient intelligence department, if she couldn't achieve results, it would be unscientific.

In this way, Chen Yuer became known as "Lingnan's Chen Wu," a renowned young woman who stood shoulder to shoulder with "Nan Chu Huang" and "Bei Fu Su."

No department would leave such outstanding young talent undeveloped and fail to cultivate her as a core rising star.

Just like that, Chen Yuer knew many secrets that most people weren't qualified to know.

Perhaps it was because she was proficient in esoteric knowledge and skilled at physiognomy. She could see through the nature of certain criminals, recognizing them as incorrigible. As a result, she mercilessly eliminated them without hesitation.

Of course, the name of Miss Chen Wu from Lingnan, known for her ruthlessness and ferocity, became widely renowned throughout the martial arts world.

"Since you're so perceptive, how come you didn't see that my uncle actually likes Shen Yun and doesn't care for you at all"

Seeing that Chen Yuer's eyes sparkled and her spirit soared as she spoke, Li Nanfang instinctively felt a surge of possessiveness.

He just can't stand to see beautiful women happy.

As long as he sees it, he will go to great lengths to attack it.

As for his ruthless blow, Chen Yuer was utterly indifferent, only sneering and saying: “Hmph, you don't understand, so don't pretend to. If I hadn't fallen for him at first sight, and had instead been blinded by love, how could I not have seen that he was a lovesick philanderer who cared more for beauty than the world How could I have brought about such a catastrophic disaster!”

By the time Chen Yuer finished speaking, her voice was thick with hatred.

Just as a doctor cannot heal himself, so too can a high-ranking member of the Xuanmen not calculate their own fate—until the days before their death.

Their love was like that too.

Love is like a cloth, it can cover their wise eyes and they lose some of their abilities.

"You brought this trouble upon yourself and yet blame others, that's simply ridiculous."

Although Li Nanshan felt some sympathy for Chen Yuer, he couldn't help but tease her a little.

"Would you like to hear more"

Chen Yuer's little face turned cold: "If you don't want to listen, then I'm leaving."

"Who cares to hear you brag here—but it's still early, might as well listen."

Li Nanfang hadn't heard anything concrete yet, of course he didn't want her to just leave like that.

Seeing that she seemed about to get angry, he hurriedly asked, "In your life, besides mistaking Duan Shuchang, have you ever mistaken anyone else"

When a woman is angry, changing the topic to something she's most interested in can usually prevent unnecessary torment.

This is a skill that every man is born with, and it has nothing to do with whether or not he has amnesia.

Sure enough, after Li Nanfang asked this question, Chen Yuer's anger was immediately diverted, but she still snorted softly before saying: "Of course I missed it—it's not that I missed it, but that I couldn't see it."

Humph, what's that

There are so many problems.

"How could you forget how I tormented you so soon"

With a snide smirk, Li Nanfang couldn't help but sarcastically remark, "Oh come on Renowned Lingnan Chen Wu, the closed disciple of the great Master Kongkong, bearing the weighty responsibility of carrying forward the mantle of the divine stick style, actually has something he can't see through"

Chen Yuer's eyes widened, just about to get angry, but she held back and let out a light snort: "Humph, one who frequents the riverbank is bound to wet their shoes. Occasionally missing someone's wretched fate isn't that strange."

Li Nanfang curiously asked, "Who is that scoundrel"

Chen Yuer smiled.

She was laughing gleefully, smugly, and cunningly, like a young fox who had just stolen an old hen's chick.

Li Nanfang was instantly struck by brilliance, with a sudden feeling of astonishment.

But a bad feeling began to rise.

That scum.

If Li Nanfang could make himself call Chen Yuer a wretch, how could Chen Yuer not be upset and curse back

After she had laughed enough, she deliberately lengthened her voice, raised her right hand, and lightly tapped his nose with her slender index finger: "Far away in the sky, near at hand."

She did this work out of pure instinct.

After her true nature was revealed, Chen Yuer's innocent and playful demeanor was apparent, especially the sweet smile on her chubby little face. It was pure and unadulterated.

Li Nanhua easily dismissed her rudeness, widening his eyes and asking, "What, could it be me"

"Yes, it's you."

Chen Yuer's smile vanished instantly, and she deliberately created a heavy atmosphere: "You probably have forgotten now, but last year I saw you at the Beijing Capital International Airport. Back then, we suspected that you had stolen something very important, so we used an excuse to bring you into the airport police station. A deputy director of our Military Intelligence department even came in person to investigate the matter."

What she said happened after Li Nanshan took the blame for Helan Xiaoxin's actions in the Golden Triangle last year, and was later replaced by Sui Yueming. It happened after he returned from Myanmar with grey rice.

This has been going on for a whole year now, and that thing of great importance that military intelligence was so focused on finding has never turned up.

It is also unclear if it was Li Nanshan who took the thing. There's no way to be sure, so we can only let it go gradually and forget about it.

Anything that's just a passing fancy loses its significance after a year.

Therefore, Chen Yuer could confidently say it—after all, Li Nanshan had already lost his memory. Even if she attributed last year's bad things, such as the mysterious pregnancy of the donkey in Li Jiajun, to him, he would have no way to refute it.

Li Nanfang was too lazy to retort, he didn't even care about the important object that military intelligence was so focused on. He was only curious about how Chen Yuer could not see through him.

Seeing that he didn't press her on the matter, Chen Yuer, who had missed an opportunity to subtly criticize someone, felt a little disappointed. She could only get down to business: "That time it was a serious matter, Xu Chang specifically told me to participate in that mission—"

Li Nanfang chimed in: "He specifically asked you to participate in that inspection trip. Well, that makes it seem like you're very capable, doesn't it"

Chen Yuer's words stuck in her throat, and she pointed at him angrily: "You, you still want to hear me speak If not, then forget it, I'm leaving."

"Of course I want to hear. It's just your arrogant attitude that's unbearable."

Li Nanfang naturally reached out and grabbed Chen Yuer's right wrist as she stood up, pulling her gently onto the chair.

"Let go. Men and women should not be too intimate, don't get in the way of my hard work."

After Chen Yu'er sat down, he opened his hand and scolded casually.

As the two worked diligently and spoke, they failed to notice the shift in their attitudes from before.

Just like little lovers who playfully quarrel with each other.

Even if you beg me to work hard for you, I wouldn't bother with someone who still has baby hair.

After Li Nanan said this, he realized that he had been particularly fond of saying the phrase "hairless infant" today.

Chen Yuer's anger surged: "Where did I say I haven't even grown my hair yet You should see how much I have grown—"

It was only then that she suddenly remembered something.

Her face, small and delicate, flushed red.

Li Nanfang also realized that she seemed shy, and jokingly said, "I see how much you've accomplished."

"Die!"

Chen Yuer grabbed the cigarette case on the table and smashed it over.

Li Ren渣 just waved his hand lightly, and the cigarette case disappeared—sorry, he didn't even miss. He didn't even grab it.

This is all Chen Yuer's fault.

He aimed the cigarette case at Li Nanfang, but when he threw it, he ended up hitting himself in the back of the head.

"Alright, I'm done messing around. Look, buddy, time is tight, I don't have time to flirt with you here. Let's get down to business."

Seeing her a little embarrassed, she was about to reach for the cup when Li Nanfang quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"A genius wouldn't waste time flirting with you."

After grumbling under her breath, Chen Yuer started to get down to business.

Last night of last year, after Li Nanfang was taken back to the police station by a certain Xu Chang disguised as a policeman, Chen Yuer hid outside the interrogation room's iron gate, observing his features through a small hole, hoping to use her excellent physiognomy skills to determine if this guy was full of nonsense.

As she had told Duan Lingxing, the moment she peeked at Li Nanfang through the interrogation room's tiny hole, she knew what kind of person he was.

The cycle of fate is arduous, and it again manifests as a sign of harming one's parents.

Such people in Xian-Yuan are also called the reincarnation of the white tiger.

If a woman marries, she will control her husband.

If a man is born, his family will be harmed.

But Chen Yuer just passed through Li Nanfang's five senses, confirming his fate. Before this thought could dissipate, she discovered that his fate had changed.

Only a very small number of people will have their destiny changed. But that also requires them to do great good or great evil, which will only lead to a change in the Kua-di pulse. More importantly, these few people will not change their fate more than twice in their lifetime.

Chen Yu'er stared fixedly into Li Nanfang's eyes, and a look of bewilderment, which she couldn't see, slowly surfaced, along with fear: "But you are different. Your fate has changed, it is ever-shifting like the wind. Like a dragon soaring through the heavens, impossible to track."

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