Chapter 29: God's Prophecy Zhou Liming understood what his daughter meant. It was as if she was under a silencing spell and there were some things that could not be said. But to my daughter, although I am not an outsider, I am a useless person who cannot solve the problem. What’s the use of me even if I can listen? His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and Zhou Li scratched his hair in worry. "Wait a minute, mother will go and look through the ancient books with your master!" Anyway, even Master Long doesn't know the specific reason at the moment, he also wants to look through the ancient books. It doesn't matter who looks through them. If her daughter is the only one who can rely on her now, she will read even if reading makes her bored to death! Zhou Ling held in her hands a small bag of melon seeds that her mother had peeled for her, and the formation plate of the Zhijian Peak formation. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her mother said she was going to look through ancient books, and then she really left immediately. Fortunately, she was no longer at the age where she needed care, so she put away the formation tablets and melon seeds, and sat in meditation to practice for a week. To her relief, the problem that occurred during this epiphany did not seem to affect her normal practice, and her spiritual power was still flowing normally. Now we have moved to the top of Zhijian Peak. Master has kept his promise to build the residence in three days. In particular, the room she lived in was built according to her preferences and had an excellent location. The view outside the window was unobstructed. Whenever she got tired of reading or finished practicing, looking up at the scenery outside became her habit. Today I practiced as usual and finished a small cycle of cultivation. However, when I looked up, I felt that the scenery outside the window seemed a little strange.
The not-too-conspicuous clouds on the horizon, condensing and then dispersing, form shapes that look inexplicably familiar. Zhou Ling couldn't remember what was so familiar about it, but she felt it was very important, so she habitually took out a piece of paper and wanted to draw the familiar cloud shape on it first. Then... something strange happened. The right hand holding the pen seemed to have its own ideas. Every time the tip of the pen fell, it could not control and used too much force, and the brush pressed hard on the paper, leaving a large stain of ink. She didn't believe it, so she tried it a few more times, but the result was the same. When the wasted paper had piled up into a thick pile, Zhou Ling finally stopped. Well, it is basically confirmed that the cloud that I saw by chance is very weird! It's really weird! When Zhou Ling accidentally thought of the things she saw in her epiphany, she felt a chill on her back. An inexplicable fear clung to her back with its claws and fangs, clinging to her tightly, making her feel uneasy. She got goosebumps all over her body, took out the formation card of the Zhijian Peak formation, and ran to the sect's library. In the past ten days since she entered the sect, the places she spent most of her time were the sword training field and the library. She had already memorized the routes by heart, and flew her pink little sofa flying magic weapon. Although she was followed by many people as soon as she left the Sword Holding Peak, no one could catch up with her as she took the winding route between the various immortal peaks in her familiar territory. The library is not open to the public. Only disciples of the sect holding a formation badge can enter. Only after flying all the way into the gate of the library did Zhou Ling get a chance to catch his breath. "Ling'er, why did you come out?" Long Aotian, who was reading a jade slip, heard the commotion at the door. He looked over there with his spiritual sense and was startled to see Zhou Ling coming there by herself. The group of people who were stopped outside really didn't care about their dignity at all. They insisted on discussing their sudden enlightenment with Zhou Ling. Among them were even some elders from large sects. The Wandao Sect was weak now and could not be offended openly. Only he could rely on his high level of cultivation to speak harshly and stop them from entering the sect, preventing Zhou Ling from suffering from their worries. Can…… "Master, Master! Help! Look at this, is it related to gossip?" These few small symbols were the result of Zhou Ling's hard work. The cloud-shaped figure could not be drawn on paper. She tried several times and found that she could only draw these two strokes by starting with a specific figure. This also gave her some inspiration. Before it was completely blown away by the wind, she memorized the pattern formed by the clouds on the horizon in her mind. By the way, she took apart those figures and found that they were somewhat similar to hexagrams. She doesn't know how to tell fortunes, but her master must know.
"Eh? This is a death hexagram. Throw it away. It's unlucky. Why did you draw this?" His little disciple had a special identity, and the successor of the Hengyue Sword would have to go through numerous hardships and dangers before he could truly grow up. Now, they would rather kill the backup plan left by the demon clan than let it go. Long Aotian is very worried about the safety of his disciple and would not let him touch these unlucky things. “It really is a hexagram!” Zhou Ling's eyes widened. Could the clouds in the sky be able to tell fortunes? The part that was disassembled was still a dead end. Ah! Could it be a sign from the heavens that she was going to die? "Hey, wake up, what are you thinking about?" Seeing his little disciple's face full of fear and disbelief, Long Aotian couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her eyes. "Master, can you teach me how to tell fortunes?" Zhou Ling came back to his senses with a bitter look on his face. The world of cultivating immortals is full of dangers. A death hexagram is not necessarily a real death hexagram. There may be a possibility of survival. After all, these two strokes are just a small part of the graphic combination she separated. In that moment just now, hundreds of possibilities flashed through my mind. The part that can be drawn on paper and recorded is the Death Hexagram, which means that this part can be shown to others. And those patterns that have not been disassembled and cannot be shown to others, if they are also hexagrams, may represent vitality! "Why do you want to learn fortune-telling?" Long Aotian asked back, but if you look closely, you will find that a trace of guilt appears on his usually cold and arrogant face. "I'm interested and want to learn." Zhou Ling blinked and saw the master's reluctance. "Ahem...I can't." He avoided her gaze and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito. "Ah?" Zhou Ling was a little bit unconvinced. She had heard from many of her fellow disciples that her master was also a talented disciple of the Wan Dao Sect in his past, and his name was well-known throughout the world of immortal cultivation. Fortune telling and interpreting divinations were also compulsory courses for Taoist disciples, but the course was in the later stages and she just wanted to learn it in advance. I thought these were all things that my master had learned, but I didn’t expect that he didn’t know them! "Don't worry, it's easy to learn. It just so happens that your ancestor Chi Xiao has also come out of retreat. I accept her as my disciple, but she hasn't given you a gift yet. Today happens to be a good day, so I will take you to meet her and learn fortune-telling by the way." Zhou Ling had heard of the name Chi Xiao Patriarch. The formation pattern on her small sofa seemed to be made by him. Therefore, she was envied by many of her fellow disciples. Zhou Ling had imagined that the Chi Xiao Patriarch would be an old man with white hair and a youthful appearance, with an immortal demeanor, until he saw him in person... (End of this chapter)
