Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

He knew it was strange in his heart, but he couldn't show it. Every day when he went to report the horoscope to King Xuan, he still had to wear clothes and pretend to be the same.

Fortunately, he does not need to do the daily astrology observations himself. He only needs to collect the reports from the astrology pavilions and read them out in front of King Xuanhe. Many people know that he is not good at speaking, so He didn't need to say too much, and he didn't need to say too many words when King Xuanhe asked.

No matter how much you say, how wrong you are, this uneasy voice has preserved his personality.

"National Memorial Day is coming soon, and the National Teacher should be ready now." After listening to Ding Yan's work report, King Xuanhe nodded as usual, and mentioned another matter.

Ding Yan abided by his character set of struggling to speak and reticent, standing where he was, without speaking.

King Xuanhe didn't care whether he spoke or not, and continued on his own: "Ding Qiankun's supply is a little short. Speaking of which, I have used this knife for a long time, and I have forged many knives that are better than it. Already, when the National Memorial Day comes, it will be..."

He made a throwing gesture, his eyes were indifferent, indifferent, and nostalgic.

Ding Yan didn't know what that gesture represented, but he subconsciously felt that this person wanted to abolish the universe.

He didn't know how to win back King Xuanhe's mind, so he could only accept the decree in a daze, kowtow, and exit the hall.

Along the way, he was thinking about setting the world.

Judging from Lao Dao's narration, his blade was not abolished in the end, but he probably encountered some major events here and suffered some damage. Otherwise, the blade made of fine iron like Ding Qiankun would not be so easy to break.

Lao Dao accidentally mentioned a word or two to him. He said that the national teacher did something to him, and then put him in the tomb of King Xuanhe.

Now, Ding Yan himself was the national teacher back then, but he was helpless about these things.

He doesn't have such a profound reserve of spells as Ah Yan. He may not have much in normal times. Once he encounters an important period, he will often be caught at the elbow. Therefore, at this time, the large number of books stored in the observatory will be useful. The land of martial arts.

"What are you doing? Why are you here? It's easy for me to find." Guan Gan walked through the rows of bookshelves, his face looking a little pale.

"En." Ding Yan buried his head in the book, and only hurriedly responded. After a while, he realized that Guan Xiaodao was coming, and hurriedly raised his head, but he didn't see Xiao Guanqian, "Huh?"

He looked around, found no one, scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"Here!" Guan Gan said, no longer hiding.

Ding Yan looked towards the source of the sound, and saw the young man standing on the top of the bookshelf, looking down at him from above. For a moment, he thought he saw the old Dao Guangan hundreds of years later.

Quiet and calm, but not to be ignored by anyone, not to be underestimated by anyone.

No matter before or after the blade broke, his whole body was covered with a dazzling light.

He is a knife forged when the master was in his prime. Although he is not very old, he has the arrogance and demeanor of the master when he was young.

This confident attitude is the reason why he can beat any sword made by King Xuanhe today.

But it is also the reason why he was used by King Xuanhe to implement the secret method.

Dan Dingyan just shook his head, and noticed the paleness of the child's face in a blink of an eye.

Not only his face, but even the blood around him became so thin that it was almost gone.

Obviously it wasn't like this yesterday!

Ding Yan frowned, even uttering more words, and asked anxiously, "Are you hurt? Why is your face so pale? What's going on with you?"

A series of questions made him breathless, but he didn't care about these, he was about to pull the child down, but he forgot that the knife had just transformed into shape not long ago, and he couldn't touch it yet. So as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught an empty space.

When Guan Gan met this person for the first time, he was not first asked how the words he learned yesterday was, and whether the book he memorized yesterday was recognised. Said: "What's wrong with you?"

"Come down." Ding Yan took a few breaths, managed to catch his breath, and called out, "Let me see you."

Guan Gan was puzzled, seeing Ding Yan's serious face, he obediently floated down from the bookcase.

"Use force so that I can touch you." Ding Yan squeezed out a sentence from the tip of his throat.

The doubts in Guan Gan's eyes were even worse, he took a few steps back and asked, "What's wrong with you? What are you going to do?"

"Hurry up." Ding Yan frowned, "Stretch out your wrist."

Guan Gan knew that this person would not harm him, but he didn't know what he was going to do. After thinking about it, he still passed his wrist.

Ding Yan grabbed the slender wrist, only to feel that the wrist seemed to be a little thinner.

Following the knowledge he had acquired in the past few days, he made a seal in a slightly unfamiliar way, and read a sentence: "Dongsu Xishen, all star officials, I will try my best to explore the gods."

This is what he learned by himself, and he has never tried it, but at this moment he subconsciously knew that he should use this spell.

It wasn't until he revealed the child's aura that he realized something was wrong.

The pulse was weak and low, almost imperceptible.

The author says:

I made up the spells, all of them were made up by me, I made up all about the spells, no wonder the textual research party.