At that moment, the prince's mind went blank for a moment, and he only felt a lingering sword light in front of him, pointing directly at him. He was not such a person who lacked decisiveness, and he had experienced several attacks before, but he was still able to remain calm and composed. He even had the anecdote of being attacked at this moment and fighting with the guards outside, but he could still drink by himself.
But this time, perhaps it was because his own humanity was attacked and cracks appeared.
Or perhaps it was because the angry shouts to kill the enemy shocked his state of mind.
His mind went blank for just a moment, and he didn't react at all to the falling sword light. Only his own human luck swirled and roared, and he suddenly blocked the sword-like luck at the cost of several times his luck. He struck it horizontally, causing it to emit a crisp sound and then be annihilated. Compared with the accumulation of the Human Emperor for who knows how many years, this sword light was as weak as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Under the leadership of the Human Emperor, there are tens of millions of human beings, three million cavalry, the vast Nine Provinces, and countless people.
This luck is at best just the number of cavalry in an army.
How is it different from trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm?
But although he was so weak and not strong, for some unknown reason, he brought the prince a pure fear that was far more terrifying than the great luck of the princes or even his father's luck pillar.
It was not the [quantity], but the [quality] that made his pupils shrink drastically, and the sword still had a trace of edge left, and it still fell on the prince, and bloodstains were faintly visible on his gorgeous clothes.
There was a long period of palpitations and a long period of dead silence.
The heavily armored guards around subconsciously held their breath, lowered their heads, and dared not look.
The prince's breathing was heavy. After a long while, he said, "Everyone, withdraw..."
"Check it for me! Check it carefully for me!"
"There must be a traitor in Zhongzhou. Go check it out!"
"check!!!"
When the voice reached the back, it was finally filled with suppressed anger and a low growl.
And the lingering fear.
Many attendants and guards saluted in unison, and then fled from here as if escaping from the oppressive and dead atmosphere in the courtyard. After a long time, the prince stood up and felt that his gorgeous clothes on his back were soaked. He changed his clothes again, drank tea and concentrated, but it was difficult to stabilize his emotions. He felt as if his palms were trembling, and he had a panic feeling, as if his own luck had been cut off and was not so complete and pure.
Those who practice qigong attach great importance to the degree of qi itself.
It means that when good luck comes, heaven and earth are on your side, and when bad luck comes, even heroes cannot be free.
I don't know how much my luck has been cut, it's like losing something extremely precious, I can't help but feel panic.
After a long time, he calmed down and said, "Go and collect the Ode to the Great Peng immediately. No matter whether you bought it or robbed it, bring it back to me. After you bring it back, immediately set off to return to the capital. Something is wrong here. It is very wrong."
The prince muttered to himself, gave his orders to his subordinates, then thought for a long time and decided to change his mind.
He no longer planned to test Qiong Yu's siblings slowly as he had planned before, nor did he plan to use any tricks or pressure from all sides to crush Qiong Yu's backhand like peeling off silk threads from a cocoon. Instead, he decided to go there immediately and force them back with his force!
Thinking of this, he stood up suddenly.
Put the teacup aside.
Stride towards the door.
But just as he walked out of the door, he hesitated. If he walked too hastily, Qiong Yu might notice something and put him in a passive position. So he slowly exhaled, thought for a long time, retracted his right foot, and walked back slowly. He realized that he didn't know why he fell into a state of panic, palpitations, and confusion.
It was as if the sword had struck him, creating a crack in his heart of the Human Emperor.
"You can't do this, you can't do this..."
The prince sat down slowly and concentrated for a long time.
"Go again in three days."
"I will write a letter first and send it to my father."
"Please report this matter in detail."
He went back to the house and took out a wooden box. Inside the box was a jade seal. There were auspicious patterns on it, which was extremely gorgeous. There was also a colorful aura flowing around it, which seemed wonderful beyond words. However, when he took out the item, he was stunned.
On the seal where the prince's luck and fortune intertwined.
A crack appeared, and with a few cracks, it collapsed right before his eyes.
The prince looked pale.
No, in terms of luck.
He is no longer the prince.
With one sword, he was stripped of his life and exiled!
Such a huge impact was like a heavy hammer, hitting the crown prince's head hard, making him dizzy and almost unable to stand. He swayed and put one hand on the table, barely maintaining his balance. His body was still trembling and his eyes were slightly red.
"That's all, the untouchables..."
"How, how is it possible?"
"They are just ordinary people, like pigs and dogs."
"How could you possibly do that..."
The prince seemed to be unable to believe it. His eyes were blank for a long time. His body was shaking with anger. Suddenly, he roared in a low voice:
"How could you demote me?"
"How dare you demote me!"
"How dare you!"
"How dare you!!!"
He swept violently, sweeping everything on the table to the ground. He was gasping for breath, and was so angry that his luck collapsed and backfired. He even coughed up blood and fainted.
…
Beijing——
When the young Taoist realized something and then condensed his luck on the sword that killed thieves.
The sword was not drawn.
There was only red energy flowing on the sword.
The Tianji Pavilion has already begun to become chaotic.
Before this, there was an old man standing at the highest point of the Zhaixing Tower, instructing some young people.
"Zi Wei Dou Shu, the art of astrology, is actually guided by the power of the eternal celestial constellations."
"Try to predict everything in the past and future."
"Everything in this world has its own destiny from the beginning of the Dao to the Dao catastrophe, and the stars in the sky will witness everything. With the support of things that have remained unchanged from ancient times to the present and even in distant times, your spirit and mine can glimpse a trace of the distant future. The four directions above and below are the universe, and the past and present are the cosmos. The true art of divination is only in the universe."
"Just like words record everything, it is called astronomy and astrology."
"That's why the art of astronomy has been a taboo in our human dynasty since ancient times. It's lucky that you guys are able to learn it. Otherwise, ordinary people, or even nobles, would be considered to have violated a big taboo if they were to learn this knowledge. It's possible that they would be killed."
"The so-called Qi-observing technique and the Liu Ren method are just side doors, far inferior to what I can do!"
The star-pushing celestial master in purple stroked his beard as he explained the astrology method. His expression was calm, but his tone was very loud. The young people around him were all practicing astronomy and calendar, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation. The old man stroked his beard and smiled. As he was continuing to talk, someone suddenly came in a hurry, ran to the old man, lowered his head and whispered a few words. he stood up abruptly and said:
"How could this be!"
"You never talk nonsense?!"
The middle-aged man seemed to be more anxious than him and said:
"This is such a big deal, it concerns your head and mine, how could I possibly say anything nonsense!"
"This, what should I do?!"
The old man, who had been calm and composed before, as if everything was under his control, stood up, said, "You wait here for a moment, and don't touch the books," and left quickly with the middle-aged man, running to the highest point of the Star-Picking Tower in one breath. Although it was a high building, it was a place with a very wide view. Countless streams of light gathered together, crisscrossing and forming an extremely huge star disk.
This is a huge magic weapon created with the majestic atmosphere of the human world.
It is used to observe the universe, to see the stars, and to predict past and future events.
Originally, winter should be the time when the North Pole Purple Star is bright, but just now, the Star-Picking Tower observed a star that had never been seen before. The old man strode forward, first raised his head to look at the twilight sky, and then lowered his head to look at the star disk that always corresponds to the starry sky.
The most central place should be the Purple Star, which symbolizes imperial power.
But at this moment, a red star emerged in the observation of Zi Wei Dou Shu.
The star of the Human Emperor is bright and shining.
This red star is extremely faint.
Like the great sun and the light of fireflies.
But at this moment, the stars that glowed like fireflies only appeared briefly, and they caused the starlight that had been bright for who knows how many years, representing imperial power and the human emperor, to flicker. The red starlight quickly dissipated, as if it was just an illusion. For a long time, the officials on the Zhaixing Tower who were affiliated with the Hun Tian Supervisory Office were speechless.
"What kind of star is that..."
"I don't know. Since the time of the Human Emperor, this star has never appeared in the history of the world."
"At least there has been no such thing in the past few thousand years of the Emperor's reign."
There was another period of dead silence.
The old man exhaled slowly and said, "Everything from the beginning of the Dao to the Dao disaster has been decided. What we need to do is to use the unchanging stars to glimpse a little change in the future, and then let the saints make the decision to lead the entire dynasty to seek good fortune and avoid disaster. Therefore, this star that suddenly appeared in the world must have some signs."
"It is necessary to check it."
"Let us first seek the name from the ancient books."
So all the inspectors of the Hun Tian Supervisory Office took action.
They found the earliest records of stars in ancient times, even those engraved on stone slabs, looking for any trace of this star.
As for the rituals pointing to this star, there are none.
All the stars in the sky have their own star gods.
But this star seems to have been silent for too long, and there is no star god presiding over this star - because the position of the star, in the eyes of Zi Wei Dou Shu, actually represents a reminder of the future destiny, and there are so many stars, not all of them have stars and star gods. They are not even sure whether this star belongs to the 365 star gods, or to the fewer star gods.
We can only find a few words in the vast sea of classics.
It was just that these supervisory officials were well-read in classics and had an impression of the general contents of these classics, so they quickly skimmed through the classics from the Human Emperor Dynasty to the present, and then skipped the part about the chaotic times, and finally came to the brief records more than 10,000 years ago, before the Human Emperor founded the dynasty, and even before the chaotic times when the Human Emperor rose to power.
There was once a dynasty that ruled a large area, but it later collapsed.
Before the collapse, the Sitianjian at that time seemed to have noticed the red stars.
But after that, the star disappeared and fell asleep, never appearing again. What happened to make it light up again for a short moment? Although it was only a very short revival, it did appear. If the number of stars represents some kind of foreshadowing of the distant future.
So what does this star represent?
So after asking for a long time, they finally wanted to use Zi Wei Dou Shu to guess the secrets of heaven. Thousands of people took out the tortoise shell which was considered the most precious treasure in the Hun Tian Supervisory Office. The tortoise shell seemed to come from an extremely extraordinary mythical beast. It has gone through thousands of years and has accompanied these fortune-tellers since the founding of the Human Emperor's dynasty. At that time, the Hun Tian Supervisory Office was still called the Si Tian Jian.
It had helped the dynasty through thirteen crises, and as a result, it was now covered with cracks.
After calculating for a long time, the middle-aged man got the answer from the divination on the tortoise shell. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He interpreted the cracks on the tortoise shell and said:
"The glowing fire is everywhere."
"The first name of this star is [Ying]"
"It's Yingsu!"
The names of stars are often associated with certain people. They then burned the tortoise shell with real fire, trying to deduce what the event was and what kind of person caused the appearance of the star. As a result, cracks appeared on the tortoise shell. After observation, the astrologers interpreted the hexagram and got the following name:
The second word is "惑"
The old man asked doubtfully, "What is the disaster of disaster?"
"No, it's the confused one."
"[Yinghuo Planet]."
"The prediction of the Emperor Star's vacillation is that the divination says, 'The bright fire is shining, and there is no doubt about it. The fate is unknown.'"
When he was about to continue his deduction, the middle-aged man saw the eight words at the end, which were predictions about what would happen in the future. He suddenly trembled in his heart and looked at his colleagues on both sides. Suddenly he gritted his teeth, raised his arms hard, and threw the tortoise shell, which could be called a treasure, into the fire. It cracked under the burning of the real fire.
Everyone was shocked.
"Are you crazy?!" the old man screamed in shock and anger.
"I'm not crazy!"
The middle-aged astrologer said, "It's because you're not crazy that you can't say it!"
The old man was about to yell at him, but suddenly he realized the fear hidden in this sentence and stopped.
What the middle-aged astrologer didn't say was that knowing this prophecy would kill us all.
The tortoise shell that had once predicted thirteen disasters for the Emperor of Mankind shattered in the flames and turned into ashes as everyone looked as if they had guessed something, like a helpless sigh.
The officials of the Hun Tian Supervisory Office did not dare to delay. They compiled all the matters except the matter of the tortoise shell into documents and reported the matter to the Emperor. However, the Emperor remained calm. He just said "I know" and asked everyone to leave. Later, it was recorded in history books that this was the first appearance of Mars.
The emperor still smiled and sighed to the beauty, saying: I am the emperor of hundreds of millions of people. I own the world and destiny belongs to me. Even ghosts and gods dare not disrespect me. When I smile, the world is happy; when I am angry, the world is shocked. Millions of people bow their heads and blood flows like a river.
Why should we fear this so-called astrological prediction?
After a long silence, he smiled and said:
Moreover, only with benevolence and virtue can one rule the world and have no fear of the will of heaven.
I am not afraid.
The beauty praised him highly and sang along with him, and the emperor smiled with joy.
——"Emperor's Biography·Thirty-Seven·You Li"
…
When the sword tip was slowly put back into the scabbard, it was like a person humming a tune of his hometown in the sunset, and drops of blood fell. Even though the main body was the luck of this sword that killed thieves, the knuckles of the right hand of the young Taoist holding the sword had been injured, and a hideous wound appeared. The wound hung on the Taoist robe and fell on the book of humanity's luck, scattering bloody flowers. The little peacock was frightened.
The little peacock subconsciously asked: "Aqi, what are you doing?"
The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied, "I am practicing."
"Cultivate myself, cultivate truth, cultivate the Tao."
"As you wish."
"Repay the favor."
His voice paused, and he shook his hands, blood dripping. Because he came out to treat people this time, he had some clean cloth strips. The young Taoist took a part of it and wrapped it around his palm. His innate Qi state controlled his body and stopped the blood from flowing out. However, the wounds that were attacked by the Qi recovered very slowly. He said:
"These are just empty words, and I know it myself."
"In fact, there is no such noble reason. It is not even about seeking justice or seeking the law."
"It's just that after seeing a lot of things, I just didn't like them and I couldn't control my heart."
"Everything will make noise when it is unfair. When I see unfair things, I feel uneasy. That's all."
"Didn't I say it too? Actually, it can't be done. But whether or not to do something and being unable to do it are two different things."
The young Taoist squatted down, gently touched the peacock's feathers with his fingers, and laughed:
"I am really a Taoist priest who has no regard for the law."
"Quite mean sometimes, isn't it?"
"Forget it, take the sesame cake back. You haven't chosen a name yet."
The young Taoist was not discouraged that the sword had not yet completed its task. It was a prosperous time right now, but the power of the sword was not enough to do that. This represented the determination of those iron cavalrymen. If they could cut off the luck of the human prince, then the Great Wall of luck of the human race would have been shattered long ago, and the monsters would have invaded everywhere.
Moreover, even the power to condense this sword luck came from the [Protection] of the Emperor of Humanity's Qi. Using the method of condensing humanity's Qi to kill the holder of humanity's luck, even Qi Wuhuo felt that he was really daydreaming.
With the foundation of [protection], one commits the act of [killing].
It's contradictory.
It's like flowing east and going west at the same time.
Even senior sister’s Hunyuan Sword Canon can’t do it.
It is what is called drawing the sword with the intention of protecting all living beings, but the luck when drawing the sword does not matter that. Killing is killing, no matter how pure the killing is done with kindness, it is still killing, and this will not change. On the sword that kills thieves, the two cloud seals "kill thieves" once had a strong luck, representing the aura of the Black Armor Army, for example, the captain.
At this moment, the "luck" that Qi Wuhuo had forcibly condensed with his primordial spirit and primordial energy suddenly dissipated.
The sword returned to its original state.
The Way of the Human Emperor had been repaired by countless people, and it was beyond his ability to see through at once. Just now, he had only relied on his primordial spirit and primordial qi to forcibly twist and condense it into a stream of luck. When his primordial spirit left, it naturally dispersed. It could not exist and change naturally like the luck of humanity.
The young Taoist stroked the sword, felt the changes on the sword, and had a vague understanding.
"Not enough..."
"but."
"Let's go to Jinzhou."
"Then it will be different when you draw your sword again."
The young Taoist bought the books stained with blood, and then put the sword box into his sleeve. After saying goodbye to the manager of Mingzhen Taoist League, the latter sent him out of the league. The young Taoist walked into the world step by step, his mind calmed down, but when he walked in this world and saw the prosperous times, he would always think of the more than three million people.
With this in mind, even though I felt great when I struck the sword this time, I still couldn't completely calm down.
Instead, it was like oil boiling over a raging fire. When the fire was extremely big, some water drops fell on the flame.
Failure to calm the flames will only make them bigger.
Is this why the Eight Difficulties cause people to sink into them step by step?
Qi Wuhuo seemed to be thinking about something.
In the beginning, the soul can still confirm itself.
But I always get deeper and deeper.
There will always be a day when the soul will no longer be able to identify itself. This may be the reason why Mr. Ao Liu said at the time that he wanted to plant a tree. He wanted to use this tree to remind his soul and let his soul use it as an anchor point. Whenever he sees this tree, he can return to a peaceful and normal state.
Qi Wuhuo returned to Lianyang Temple and gave some sesame cakes to the young Taoist Mingxin.
The young Taoist priest, who had just finished studying for a day, was dizzy and had hot sesame cake to eat as soon as he went out.
So cheer.
The young Taoist returned to the Sutra Pavilion amid the cheers of the younger Taoist priests, “Long live Uncle Qi” and “Uncle Qi is the best.”
He took out a mirror and performed the [Circular Light Revealing Technique].
The light on the mirror surface changed, and before I saw anyone, I could already hear the voice——
"Dangdangdangdang, here comes the Xuanwu Suyunqin Fairy!"
"Little Taoist Wuhuo."
"Ahem, are you ready for the sesame cake?!"
It was a deliberate tone, trying to pretend to be dignified. Then a girl appeared in the mirror, with bright eyes, sitting on a stool with her hands on her cheeks, wearing embroidered shoes with two small pompoms on them. When she saw Qi Wuhuo, her dignified expression disappeared in an instant. She held a book in her arms and said, "Wuhuo, long time no see."
"Hey, did you miss me?"
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