Heaven is fearless

Taisu Sword Sect didn't care much about pomp and etiquette, and the fact that the master of the witch clan divination for the young sect master was originally a secret that only a few people could know. There are only a few people in the Tiangong, all of whom are respected elders from various mountains, waiting patiently for the witch master who came from afar to show up.

One of the protagonists today is still wearing a narrow-sleeved robe suitable for swinging a sword. The palm-width belt outlines a lean waist, and the shoulders are straight. The undulating and flexible texture covering the skeleton is like the mountains and flowing water in the southern spring. It opens at broad shoulders and gathers smoothly at the waistband.

Sitting beside Ming Yi, Tu Zhao lowered his brows and eyes slightly, and his expression was condensed. The elder twirling his beard at the side secretly praised him for his stable personality and worthy of a great responsibility. The problem is exactly the same as that of the senior brother.

It is true that the apprentice has followed the master.

When Mingyi thought of this, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad, and he was thinking about other things, when he saw the heavy door slowly opened, and the witch master, who was late for a while, brought a slim and bright witch girl in light clothes. The golden halo came against the light, the setting sun outside the door was hovering on the horizon, and the scalding sun was burning with a circle of orange-red light.

Divination, which seems mysterious to outsiders, seems to be an innate instinct for Wu people. They are born with higher spirituality, can communicate with thousands of stars, and listen to their silent whispers. The endless ancient secrets of the creation of heaven and earth can be obtained from the stars, and the witch master is the best among them.

In the highest heavenly palace in Baiyujing, the leader of the witch clan drew three seemingly ordinary lines.

One, mortals retreat, this place is the place where the sky is watching;

Two, the living beings are silent, this place is where the earth looks;

Three, don't disturb the world, this place is where the Creator will come.

Four, dark purple sleeves brushed across the raw gold and white jade floor tiles, and after the three lines were drawn, a huge and clear pressure suddenly and silently descended on Baiyujing. The condensed wind and snow, or the twilight cold light scattered all over the place, all the natural creations seemed to come alive at this moment, listening to the wish of the witch master, and cast their eyes on this world.

Yougou stood aside, gently shaking a small silver bell the size of half a palm in his hand. The sound of this silver bell was not as crisp and clear as other palm bells, but instead had a strange sense of distance, which was different from the big bell in the temple. His voice was slightly similar, thick and mellow, and he pushed it away flatly. There was a moment of silence. Tianheng Xingjun shook his wrist lightly, and the powder as fine as smoke and mist escaped from his fingertips, but it did not fall to the ground according to the rules, but suspended uncharacteristically. Rising up, following a certain strange rule, or converging or moving away, forming groups of light golden mist clouds moving in front of him.

There are countless light spots in the fog cloud.Large and small are connected together, some are bright, some are dim, some are on and off, and the specific shape cannot be seen clearly.

Tianheng Xingjun rolled up his sleeves again, closed his eyes for a moment, stretched out his hand into the cloud, selected a light spot with his fingertips, flicked it lightly twice, paused for a moment, and moved another light spot .

He moved very slowly at first, and he had to think for a long time before making a move. Then his movements gradually accelerated, and his fingers moved together. In an instant, countless light spots disappeared or brightened in his hands. In the end, he could even move without thinking. With one finger, he wiped away several spots of light at random, and the light golden cloud released a transparent and bright brilliance with his movements, spreading a layer of delicate luster like gold powder on his face.

Yougou was still shaking the silver bell unhurriedly on the side, and the next sound always followed the tail of the previous one. It neither overlapped to make it noisy, but also appeared to be abrupt in layers. road sign.

Amidst the ringing of the bell, the witch master hadn't stopped after nearly three hours. Yougou's expression changed from relaxed to dignified, and he turned his eyes frequently to see Tianheng's face, and the smile that had always been hanging on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

Her changes were noticed by everyone present, and the elders thought that the divination had an accident, or the result was not satisfactory, and all followed with serious expressions, staring anxiously at the movement of the witch master in the light golden cloud.

Tianheng, who has attracted everyone's attention, still maintains his own rhythm. Countless light spots come and go in his hands. Lines thinner than hair extend and spread along the light spots he constructed, forming new veins. , was repeatedly interrupted and disrupted by him, and continued to build the next network...

There was a net that was [-]% to [-]% successful, but in the end he waved his hand mercilessly and broke it apart. Countless light spots dissipated in the clouds and shattered into powder.

"What are you doing?" Immortal cultivators are very patient, and they have been used to waiting for tens of hundreds of years after retreating, but when faced with such a miraculous and inexplicable scene, some people still couldn't help it, and whispered Ask the people around you, "What is Tianheng Xingjun holding?"

He asked softly, but the entire hall was silent at the moment, his voice was the same as normal volume, and was heard clearly by the elders with sharp ears and eyes.

It's just that the question he asked happened to touch the hearts of most people. The last time the witch master came to make a divination for the Mingxiao sword master, he didn't show his face in front of everyone for a long time from the beginning to the end. When the oracle came down, the witch who came to pass the message said that the witch master was sick and could not work downstairs, so the elders never saw his divination scene.

As soon as this question came up, even the Great Elder with a fluttering white beard pricked up his ears without a trace.

Yougou, who was ringing the bell, heard this question, but he didn't want to answer it very much. He was silent for a while, but he still couldn't catch the eyes of a group of people who were eager to know and thirsty for knowledge—especially there was a very old grandpa inside. !An old grandfather at this age is a treasure of longevity in the clan, and the instinct of the Wu people to respect the old and love the young makes it impossible for her to ignore the sight of this old man.

"That's the astrolabe of the High Priest." Yougo said dryly, and at the same time rang the silver bell.

The slender fingers in the golden cloud once again wiped away the light spots that were drawn out before, and even the rudimentary net disappeared completely.

"The trajectories of the astrolabe and the stars in the sky are exactly the same. The High Priest spent nearly 100 years making this astrolabe and using it to deduce the future."

Deduce the future?

Hearing this word, the hearts of all the people present were shocked at the same time. Immortal cultivators have good looks, and they can still look youthful after thousands of years, but everyone knows that this is just an illusion created by spiritual power. No matter how young they look A real young man, a cultivator who can move mountains and fill seas, cannot reverse time, let alone peer into the so-called taboo future.

Except for the related magical records of the witch clan, there is no spiritual art related to time control in the entire comprehension world.

But the witch clan was able to master this, and they paid the price of a short lifespan, and their high priest is breaking through everyone's cognition at this moment, tyrannically pulling the taboo "future" above Bai Yujing.

——They have long heard that the witch master has the ability to see the past and the future, but seeing the past is not impossible. With the help of some rare magic tools and enough spiritual power, they can always glimpse the past, but seeing the future ... They always thought that this was just the excessive praise of the witch master by the Wu people!Divination and deduction of the future are two completely different things!

"Do you think it's easy to deduce the future?" Seeing the different expressions of the crowd, some were simply amazed, some had faint fear in their eyes, and some had already shown thoughtfulness. Yougou glanced over, and immediately uttered a voice, cutting off their excessive imagination, "The trajectory of each star is its own system, with tens of millions of possibilities, and the tens of millions of possibilities of individuals are different from those of others. Tens of millions of possibilities are intertwined, and the constructed world has an endless future. If we want to find the kind of future we will meet, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How can we see it just by looking.”

"Then this divination..." Someone hesitated.

The mellow and clear bell rang again, and Yougou looked at Tianheng who closed his eyes and pondered in the golden clouds, his brows and eyes were full of pride: "The high priest is the most outstanding witch in the history of our witch clan. Among the countless possibilities, it is an excellent talent and extreme wisdom to calculate the line that is most likely to happen—the line that you call fate. Mistakes."

Only the Wu tribe can understand what a terrifying talent this is.

A person's fate is composed of countless accidents and inevitability. To see his life's destiny, he must see all these accidents and inevitability accurately, and push the stars along this road. Everything seems to have nothing to do with him. His star path may also affect his fate—for example, the most inconspicuous person in the market, his life seems to have no waves, and he can see the head at a glance, but in the eyes of the witch master, his star path can be laid out all the way .

What is the character of those in power?Is the environment in which he lives in peace or war?Is the governor of his state capital conscientious or dereliction of duty?Countless possibilities are intertwined, and in the end it may be possible to form an ordinary life, but there may also be horse leather shrouds, bandits on the road, and even yellow robes.

The Heavenly Man in Dangerous Building sees the world when he sees a person, and when he deduces the fate of a person, he has already deduced the fate of the whole world countless times, and has seen the rise and fall of the sun and the moon countless times.

But now, among the thousands of possibilities, he is looking for the one that belongs to Tu Zhao.

You Gou stopped talking, the witch master's lips were as pale as paper surrounded by stars, and only the eyelashes on his face were as jet-black as washed.

Half a complete map of the star track network has been presented under his hands, Tianheng's movements began to slow down, and the relaxed and leisurely feeling disappeared from him. Countless previous calculations and overthrows lead to the same direction by different routes, and he Every time I wiped out a star, I carefully and carefully considered it. When I cut off the veins, I thought about it for a long time, and it took a full quarter of an hour before I moved my fingers.

But as long as he moves, he will never change it. The stars extend with his fingers, the golden light path carries mysterious and ancient rules, and the world uses his hands to weave fate. Everyone can see the fate he is weaving at this moment. The disk definitely belongs to the future of Tu Zhao.

When the natal chart was about to close, he was so slow that it took an hour to make a little change, and as long as he moved, countless golden star tracks would also move along with it, seemingly disorderly changes spread all over the entire natal chart, but this kind of Disorder, but gradually followed a certain trajectory in his hands, gradually became clear and clear, and all the broken lines were skillfully connected, no matter where the stars moved, there would always be suitable lines waiting to connect them outstretched hand.

——It was as if all the changes were clearly visible in Tianheng Xingjun's mind.

The Witch Lord looked lofty, and the aura around him was so faint that he couldn't detect it at the moment, as if a higher existence in the sky occupied his body, endowing him with a certain horrifying divinity.

Seeing that Tianheng was about to touch another star, his complexion was frighteningly white at the moment, as if there were greedy poisonous snakes devouring his life force in the void, Yugou finally couldn't help it, the silver bell in his hand trembled, and immediately There was a continuous and violent sound.

The rapid ringing of the bell was contrary to the long and calm situation before, like a mother worried about her only son going on a long journey, calling her wandering soul sadly and earnestly, not to mention peace and tranquility, it can be called a sharp and mournful neighing, unimaginable A palm bell can make such a sound, and the expressions of the people present are all frozen.

Yougou rang the bell frantically, staring at Tianheng in the clouds and mists. The ringing became higher and higher, until it was so sharp that it seemed to turn into a whistling. The witch master who heard about it suddenly backed up a few steps, bent down, vomited a mouthful of blood with his lips against his cuff, Tu Zhao stood up abruptly, and the terrifying and misty divinity from before faded away like a tide. , the part that belongs to "man" returned to him.

"Master High Priest!" You Gou breathed a sigh of relief, breathing tremblingly, she stood there and her legs went limp for a moment, then she stumbled up and held Tianheng.

"Going too deep, I almost couldn't come back." The witch master said lightly, lowering his head and swallowing the thick blood in his throat.

Yougou's whole body was trembling with fear, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Such a real deduction of the horoscope is extremely dangerous. Just now my old lady... If I hesitate again, you really won't be able to come back! Become a Are living zombies fun?!"

She was probably so confused that she even forgot to lower her voice.

Tianheng Xingjun waved his hand, turned to the people with different expressions, and then looked at the tea omen. After nearly a day's deduction, he only classified it into a few words: "Heaven and earth are merciful, and Tao is the successor."

Those huge possibilities and countless real changes have been hidden in these simple eight characters.

The elders wanted to ask the specific content, hesitated for a while and found that there was nothing to ask at all. This is already an extremely good inscription, which is equivalent to clearly saying that the future will surely open up a road. Details, and it is impossible for the witch master to disclose these details.

The secret must not be leaked, they still know this simple sentence, especially Tianheng's current situation is obviously overdrawn energy, this kind of kindness, thank you can't say enough, the elder with white beard and hair stepped forward , and don’t say much useless words, directly indicating that the heavenly materials and earth treasures needed by the witch master for recuperation are all paid by Taisu Jianzong. At the same time, he hopes to make good friends with the witch clan and form mutual watchful friends. As long as it does not violate morality, Taisu Sword Sect will go all out.

Yougou helped Tianheng to boil the medicine as soon as he returned to the dangerous building, but before the medicine came out, Tianheng lay in bed and fell into a coma. Go to the Buddhist sect and hand it over to the Buddha.