In 229 A.D., in the winter of the third year of Emperor Taihe of Wei Ming, a heavy snow rose one after another, and the entire Luoyang City was hazy in a snow-white environment.

As soon as dawn arrived, the morning sun was hidden, and a few rays of light came from the sky, piercing through the crystalline snow petals and scattering on the tallest tower in the city.

The whole body of the tower is square and narrow and wide at the top, the top floor is open-air, there is a long case of the monument standing on it, the monument is about zhang high, the surface is engraved with a complex star pattern, the top is written with the seal of vermilion on the two words: astrology.

A man in a white fur, with one hand behind his back, holding a brush with green stems and yellow hair, walked slowly up from the spiral staircase of the tower, the man walked to the long case, glanced at the golden light behind the curtain of the ten thousand heavy snow, thoughtful, and then sighed lightly:

"Yang and snow come out together, rise and fall coexist, it should be the way to balance with yin and yang, but here it is a vision, I don't know where it should be?"

With that, he turned and fixed his gaze on the monument.

Lifting the pen and concentrating on the wrist, when the tip of the pen is about to be pointed, he suddenly heard the sound of stepping on the wooden board at the spiral staircase, and the man put away the pen and looked, a middle-aged man in a purple official robe, dragging the hem of the spin staircase and walking quickly.

"Master Guan, something big is happening!"

"Isn't there a new emperor coming out?" the man asked indifferently.

Hearing this, the middle-aged official looked flustered and hurriedly turned his head to look around, the man felt a little funny when he saw the appearance of the middle-aged official, and then quipped: "Why is Lord Liu so nervous, this is the astrological platform, you and I are all wind words, and the only person who can listen to it is the sky, isn't there a ghost in my heart?"

"What kind of ghost can I have in my heart, but what you say is against the Lord, it really makes people hear it, I'm afraid I will cure you of the sin of having two wills!"

Lord Liu was displeased, and then frowned and said: "But your divination skills are really good, and what you said is right, someone is going to be the emperor, just came the news, that Jiangdong Sun Zhongmou wants to set up an altar to worship the sky today, and there will be one more person in the world who is ordered by the sky." ”

"I can't see it, the early sun is snowy, the yin is long and the yang is short, I look at this celestial phenomenon, although there is an emperor but it is not a long-lasting co-master. The man glanced at the morning sun, which was wrapped in the mist, and shook his head slightly.

"Of course, he, Sun Zhongmou, can't be the co-master of the world, and those who are in harmony with the world are the only ones who know the master!" Lord Liu said proudly.

The man glanced at Lord Liu, who was stroking his beard and holding his head high, and said lightly: Maybe.

"Regarding this matter, you measure your luck and wait for someone to pick it up, I will go to the early dynasty first, and I guess it should be lively again today. Master Liu stretched his waist and walked away lightly.

The place where it is located is the astrological platform under the control of the Taishi Bureau of the Wei State, the general trend of the world, and the fate of the princes are all obtained from this stargazing cloud, wind and thunder.

The man in white who is known as the Guan Lord is called Guan Lu, since he was a child, he can watch the stars and pass all things, and when he was a teenager, he was named the supervisor of heaven by Cao Cao, and then worshiped as the Taishi, specializing in wartime fortune and the number of adult lives, and now he has experienced three emperors.

Originally, he wanted to derive the astrological signs to measure where the luck should be, but he was hit by Lord Liu, although it was known that Sun Quan wanted to be the emperor, but Guan Lu felt that it was still necessary to derive it for comparison, and it was also good to record the luck of the difference.

The deep monument melts when the snow falls, the pipe wheel holds the green rod brush tightly and leans forward, the tip of the pen draws out the golden handwriting on the monument, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the star bucket should be on the stele, the black and purple vortex suddenly ripples out on the stele, and the stars around the vortex are dotted.

Guan Zhen stared at this change and was slightly surprised, and was about to write this astrological sign into a book, when he saw the changes and regeneration on the monument.

In the upper right corner of the whirlpool, a star suddenly brightened, shook twice, and then fell diagonally, falling into a black-purple whirlpool.

Seeing this change, Guan Zhi was surprised, "It's not the elephant of crape myrtle!" Then he closed his eyes and pinched his fingers to quickly calculate.

After a short time, he opened his eyes and said unexpectedly: "I see, the star falls, the cycle of life and death, I am afraid that only he can have this number of lives in the world." With that, he gently wiped the image of the monument and hurried away.