When Suosuo heard this, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "She and I are more than just acquaintances..."

Xiao Ting saw this and asked: "Queen Suo Suo, can you tell me about Xing'er... about Luo Xing?"

Suosuo smiled and replied: "You won't understand even if I tell you too much. All you need to know is that she is the goddess of the Luo God Clan. There is no point telling you anything else now. She is older than your ancestor

, I don’t know how much bigger it is!”

Xiao Ting was a little speechless, but he said cheerfully: "Since the Queen knows Luo Xing, isn't it your age..."

Suosuo rolled his eyes and said, "How about you call me grandma?"

Xiao Ting said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the Queen is joking. You are so young and beautiful, how can I call you that!"

Suosuo snorted proudly.

Xiao Ting seemed to remember something and asked: "By the way, Your Majesty Queen. Why did you fall into a deep sleep? Is it because of injuries on your body like Luo Xing?"

Suosuo shook his head and said: "It's different. Because I have to guard the Soul Locking Palace, I have to fall into deep sleep every once in a while. This time is not fixed, and the length of sleep is not fixed either. You can tell me

don't know."

Xiao Ting nodded.

Suosuo continued: "However, after waking up this time, I can clearly feel that Soul Locking Palace has relaxed its restraint on me a little. If I encounter a dangerous situation in the future, I can still take action if I pay a small price.

Came to save you."

Xiao Ting asked: "At what price?"

When Suosuo saw Xiao Ting asking him the price of his action first, he felt a little happy unconsciously, but he still said arrogantly: "You don't understand even after I told you."

I don’t understand again!

Xiao Ting was completely speechless.

After chatting with Suo Suo for a few more words, he left Soul Suo Palace and returned to his room.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye. There was still no progress in the inheritance of the Literary Saint. Xiao Ting was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do. King Chu Sheng mobilized all the cultivators and literati across the country, but they could not find anyone.

Destined people.

"Do we really have to go to other countries to find successors?"

Xiao Ting thought with some distress.

Just when Xiao Ting was worried, Chu Yao and Xing'er walked in chatting and laughing. Seeing Xiao Ting's depressed look, Xing'er ran over and asked, "Brother Ting, what's wrong with you? You look unhappy.

"

Xiao Ting forced a smile and said: "It's nothing, I'm just worried about the inheritance of the literary saint. What are you doing?"

Xing'er replied: "Sister Chu Yao and I just went to pick some peach blossoms and prepare to make peach blossom cakes. Brother, do you want to come with us?"

Xiao Ting shook his head and said, "It's better not to do it. I'm clumsy, so I won't be a help."

Chu Yao said: "Xing'er and I also heard about the inheritance of the Literary Saint from my father. Is there anything we can do to help?"

Xing'er also nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, brother Ting. How about you let me try it, maybe I am the destined one!"

After hearing Xing'er's words, Xiao Ting was about to refuse, but was suddenly startled.

Why did I ignore Xing'er? The goddess in front of me is the goddess of the Luo God Clan. Although she is just a child who has lost her power and memory now, she is closer to immortality than ordinary people after all, right?

Thinking of this, Xiao Ting immediately took Xing'er and Chu Yao, who looked curious, to give it a try.

Xiao Ting went directly to King Chu Sheng and expressed his thoughts. King Chu Sheng glanced at Xing'er curiously and felt that this little girl who was always carefree was a little different, so he agreed.

King Chu Sheng ordered someone to carefully fetch "The Hengyan of Kong Sheng". Xiao Ting said to Xing'er: "Xing'er, go take a look at that yellowed book and see if you can read the words inside."

Xing'er nodded obediently, leaned over, carefully picked up the ancient book, and opened the first page. Then, Xing'er's eyes suddenly became dull.

King Chu Sheng and Xiao Ting both showed a hint of joy. Could it be that Xing'er is really the destined one?

But after a while, Xing'er said helplessly: "Brother Ting, what are the paintings in here? Xing'er can't understand them at all! Xing'er doesn't recognize any of the characters inside. Sister Chu Yao,

Come and see! There are lines and circles inside, I almost fainted when I saw it!"

Xiao Ting and Chu Sheng Wang Kong were overjoyed, but Xiao Ting was even more disappointed. Even Xing'er couldn't understand the principles, so is there anyone in this Cang Realm who can do it?

When Chu Yao heard Xing'er greeting her, she smiled, leaned over and said, "Even Xing'er can't understand, then my sister can't even understand..."

Before she could say the word "understand", Chu Yao's voice stopped abruptly.

When Chu Yao's eyes saw the first page of "The Constant Sayings of Kong Sheng", the main book suddenly burst out with a burst of dazzling white light. Xing'er quickly covered her eyes, but the "The Constant Sayings of Kong Sheng" fell out of Xing'er's hand

However, her hand did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was suspended in mid-air and began to turn the pages automatically. Chu Yao just stood there motionless, looking at the pages intently, and something seemed to be taking shape in his pupils.

This scene made Xiao Ting and King Chu Sheng somewhat unexpected.

Xiao Ting found it even more incredible. As the goddess of the Luo God Clan, Xing'er failed to succeed. On the contrary, Princess Chu Yao, who did not know how to practice and had no power to bind a chicken, was the destined one?

Xiao Ting was speechless. If he had known better, he should have asked Chu Yao to give it a try earlier, so he wouldn't have wasted so much time!

After a long while, "Confucius Sheng Hengyan" finally finished turning the last page, restrained its own light, closed it automatically, and fell lightly into Chu Yao's hand.

It was only then that Chu Yao came back to his senses and frowned.

King Chu Sheng stepped forward and asked with concern: "Yao'er, do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"

Chu Yao shook his head and said: "Father, Yao'er is fine. It's just that she feels like there are a lot of things in her head."

King Chu Sheng and Xiao Ting looked at each other, and Xiao Ting said softly: "I didn't expect that you are the successor that Senior Wen Sheng has been waiting for, Princess Chu Yao."

Chu Yao said with some surprise: "Me? But I don't know anything about cultivation at all. Why did Senior Literary Saint choose me as his successor?"

King Chu Sheng smiled heartily and said: "Yao'er, this is God's will. Unexpectedly, Gu spent so much time looking for the descendant of Wen Sheng, but he didn't expect that this person is Gu's daughter! Hahaha!"

King Chu Sheng has no reason to be unhappy. It is the inheritance of Wen Sheng. Whoever gets it is equivalent to booking a spot in the Huangji realm in advance. Once Chu Yao succeeds, then the Chu country will have three

The pinnacle master of Huangji Realm! How could King Chu Sheng be unhappy?

However, Chu Yao said with a bitter face: "Father, I don't want to become a cultivator. How about you find a successor for Senior Literary Saint?"

With that said, he put the "Confucius' Hengyan" back into the brocade box.
Chapter completed!