"This ...... This? Fusu was shocked.

There was still a round drop of sweat hanging on the tip of his nose, and his glass-colored pupils were full of incredulity. Sixteen yarrows are neatly scattered on the edge of the shoe, its position, its momentum, the upper and lower shocks, and the thunder. The hexagram was reflected in his pupils, full of astonishment.

Yun Yao squatted beside him, looking at the yarrows, and didn't speak for a long time.

Fusu looked at her, then at the yarrow, and muttered, "About, about I miscalculated......" He didn't forget that his accuracy rate was only forty percent.

Yun Yao was silent for a moment, picked up the yarrow scattered on the ground one by one, and closed it cleanly into a bunch. The freshly broken grass stems glow with a slight smell of water under the sun, and a sniff will have a calming effect. She took two steps back slightly, bit through her fingertips, and dripped a round drop of blood on each yarrow.

It was a costly divination technique that would cost her at least the next two months of experience when completed.

But without tortoiseshells, she had no choice.

The low chant of incantations resounded in the air, and a faint smell of blood mixed with the fresh scent of grass and trees danced around her. She closed her eyes, and the whole person fell into a state of extreme mystery, as if she was asleep, as if she was not alive, as if she was dead, not dead.

There was a silent echo in the air, and the wonderful gestures that flew up and down around her swung in circles around her.

She silently recited the mantra that had been handed down from ancient times to the present day, just like Fusu just now, and thin beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose. But she didn't notice it, and still gritted her teeth and insisted on this divination. Gradually, she seemed to fall into a misty dream, surrounded by a mist of blood.

She knew it was her own blood, so she wasn't scared at all.

She closed her eyes, and the tentacles of her thoughts spread all the way to the deepest depths of the blood mist, exploring in the endless cold silence. She felt the cold, like falling into an ice cellar, and a thin chill ran on her vest. But she did not stop, and still walked in the endless wilderness.

But in Fusu's eyes, she just closed her eyes, and her lips moved slightly, as if she was chanting some incantation, but she couldn't hear it clearly at all. He couldn't even make out her gestures. The little prince of Qin Guo stared at her for a while, and finally lowered his head in frustration, poking the yarrow leaves in front of him, full of frustration.

- He's still, too weak.

A divination ritual was drawing to a close, and the faint veins began to heat again. She slowly opened her eyes, her face frighteningly pale, a bead of sweat sliding down her cheek, slapping on the back of her hand with a click, and slowly sliding down.

The bunch of yarrow turned into powder in the palm of her hand, dissipating into the air forever.

Little Fusu's eyes widened, and he could stuff an egg in his mouth.

He had never seen anything like it, a real bunch of yarrow, turned into powder in front of him.

She smiled, bent down, and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Let's move on."

In the blood mist just now, she couldn't touch anything, and the only thing she could see was the king of Lanling County wearing a dark royal robe, a martial crown on his head, and a long sword hanging from his waist; At his feet is Yecheng, the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and behind him is his own fiefdom Lanling County.

She already had a vague guess about what this prophecy meant.

Linked to the hexagram that had just been Fusu, there was a shock and thunder, and she had vaguely understood that the threshold she was about to cross had a great relationship with King Lanling.

Not a general of the Qin State, but the king of Lanling.

In the land of Qin, divining the king of Lanling before the sixth generation is a strange thing, isn't it?

Yun Yao smiled softly, lowered her gaze, and gently folded a grown yarrow.

It's time for her to pick up her speed. The sooner she taught Fusu, the sooner she could leave this place and go to Zhao and South Korea to find Gaosu. In fact, she should have understood a long time ago, why the legendary demons, gods, immortals, and ghosts are keen to accept disciples, because after teaching the land, the master can leave without any worries and go to find the true path of cultivation.

She didn't know which "way" she was following. Yes, step by step.

Fusu obediently closed his mouth and seriously memorized today's new formula. Yun Yao is actually a very good teacher, since Fusu was three years old, he has been teaching him step by step, which is a little higher than he can accept, but not so much that he feels uncomfortable. Under this step-by-step guidance, Fusu's progress can be described as rapid.

But Fusu never knew that his teacher was a half-immortal who had lived for hundreds of years.

So no matter how hard he tries to catch up, he will never be able to catch up with his teacher.

When she returned to the palace after the lecture, Fusu suddenly raised her head and asked her, "Is that hexagram true?" ”

Yun Yao stopped and gave an inquiring look.

Fusu hesitated for a moment before slowly asking, "You will encounter danger, thunder, is it true?" ”

He looked at her quietly with a pair of glass-colored eyes. is obviously only her waist height, but she looks old. Before Yun Yao could speak, Fu Su continued: "I can help you." ”

When he had finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

Yun Yao was slightly stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Fusu said, and felt extremely surprised. She knew that Fusu didn't like herself very much, even if she called herself a teacher half coercively and half voluntarily, she was mostly unwilling in her heart.

But now, he actually took the initiative to say to himself, he ...... Help her?

The little prince of Qin Guo tilted his head slightly, looking at her motionlessly, with a faint look of compassion in his eyes. Innate compassion.

Yun Yao suddenly began to wonder whether it was right or wrong for her to teach this child personally.

Fusu is pure and kind by nature, better than most teenagers in the world, but it is precisely because of his pure nature that it will lead to such a tragedy. This child is too clean, and there is no room for the slightest variegation in his eyes, and it is destined to be a tragedy in this chaotic world where human life is like a mustard.

Even if he is a prince and a prince praised by everyone in the Qin State, it is inevitable that he will end like that.

She looked at Fusu for a long time before shaking her head slightly. I don't know if Fusu miscalculated, or if she didn't want Fusu to help her.

Fu Su was slightly disappointed, but quickly put this disappointment behind him. Today she taught him a lot of things, and it was a bit difficult to digest. But he's still trying to figure it out. After all, he studied hexagram under Yun Yao, and he hid it from everyone. Originally, I was full of schoolwork, and if I wasted time, I wouldn't be able to learn anything.

Yun Yao accompanied him back to the dormitory, and when he saw that it was getting late, he returned to his bedroom alone, pushed dinner, and fell asleep on the couch with his head tilted. She's going to find Gao Su.

——————————————

The battlefield in the east was in full swing, and the flames of war advanced all the way east from the border of the Qin state.

There was no suspense about the outcome of this war, and even if he had never read those records from the history books, he could guess that the six united countries were no match for the country of tigers and wolves. After another failed night attack, the people of Zhao retreated like a tide, and Gao Su also got a little free time to look at the stars in an empty fertile field.

He doesn't have this hobby, but she does.

The starlight was sprinkled in small pieces, and the surroundings were still quiet. He looked at the starry sky, and suddenly remembered that the night before the battle, he had gently but firmly rejected her offer to come again, and had postponed it for three full months.

At that time, his reason was: on the battlefield, there is no room for children's affection.

She was really obedient, and as she had done many times before, she obediently stayed in the Qin Palace and did not come.

It's safe there. At least compared to the battle-torn battlefield of the Six Nations, it was the only safe place.

He lay down in the deserted wilderness and slept for a while, and before midnight came, he got up and tidied up and prepared to return to the camp of the Qin army. But before going back, he saw a hazy figure.

Shallow and hazy.

But it took little guesswork for him to recognize her.

She hesitated, as if she didn't know whether to come here or not. His body had already taken the first step to make a statement, eagerly took two steps forward, and called out to A-Yao in a low voice.

The faint shadow showed the outline little by little under the starlight, and the beautiful face and soft figure were exactly the same as in the memory.

He let out a long breath, feeling the softest part of his heart slowly fill. He took two steps forward and held her in his arms, soft and warm, exactly like her body. If he hadn't known that she was thousands of miles away and couldn't come here, he would almost think that what he had in his arms was Ah Yao himself.

He lowered his head, looked carefully for a moment, and made sure that she was not emaciated or emaciated, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and led her into the wilderness, sat side by side with her, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?" ”

I......

She hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I had a dream. ”

Before she could figure out how to confess to Gao Su, she vaguely said that she had a dream.

She leaned into Gao Su's arms, and in as simple and gentle language as possible, she described the scenes in the red mist to him one by one. The king of Lanling with a long sword hanging from his waist, the familiar and unfamiliar Yecheng, and the sense of crisis that whistled in the blood mist, the chill that only rushed from the toes to the instep. She didn't know how to express this strong premonition, so she could only reduce it to just a few words:

"I'm a little scared."

She lowered her head, stared at an ear of wheat at her feet, and said in a low voice, I was a little scared.

Gao Su immediately became nervous. He took her in his arms, patted her on the back as he had done many times before, and whispered, "Don't be afraid. He didn't know where her nightmares came from, but A-Yao's nightmares often came true.

For example, in the Western Han Dynasty in the past, Ayao once "dreamed" of the rebellion of Wusun Kingdom.

For example, in the Western Jin Dynasty in the past, A-Yao once "dreamed" of the ferocity of the Donghu people.

For example, once upon a time in the ...... During the Great Qi, Ah Yao once "dreamed" of the fall of the Great Qi.

He let out a low sigh, thinking back to her dream. This dream was different from all the previous ones, there was no clear scene, no obvious hints, only a strong sense of crisis everywhere, and a harbinger that could be called "intense". He tried to decipher the dream, but unfortunately, he had no idea where to start.