The moon is moving westward, and the dark clouds are gone.

So it's mysterious, amazing and dreamy.

It's like the climate in the north and south.

There is no wind and no waves in the north, and there is no wind and waves in the south. If there are clouds in the north, there will not necessarily be rain, and if there are clouds in the south, they will definitely close.

The black cloud that does not slip away in autumn is like this.

From the shade to the wind, it didn't leave even a little dampness except for the overcast weather. The gust of wind in the ditch is still the gust of wind, the moon is still the same moon, the hundred miles of barren grass are still poignant, only people and horses have changed...

Hundreds of miles of wasteland, wild grass without hooves, fine salsa.

The two white horses that were supposed to cross the wasteland, but now only one was left, stepping lightly on the grass and continuing to walk slowly. And there were only four people left in the car at this time. The little monk was still carrying the lantern, and sat in front of the carriage in a daze. The old monk is still the same, sitting cross-legged, really like a wood carving. The fat monk has big eyes and can take everything as the wind in his ears, and at this time he was already snoring and falling asleep. On the tail of the car, there was only a worried Xiahou, holding the grass picked up casually, looking at the crescent moon in the west, in a daze.

Unlike Mo Xian, Mo Xian has a quiet temperament and thinks twice before acting.

Xiahou has a strong temperament, like his father, he will never move his mouth if he can do anything. But this does not mean that Xiahou is stupid or reckless, on the contrary, when he can't do it, the IQ in his head can often be much higher than usual. It's like now...

Xia Xun and Mo Xian Yu Baima left with the magic stick, and the brains on weekdays were not by their side, Xia Hou seemed to be missing a head, his heart was empty, and many questions could only be pondered by himself one by one. In particular, what the god stick said to him, he pondered even more deeply. Because, no one has ever said it to him, his father didn't, Xia Xun didn't, and neither did the village chief in the village. Although, so far, Xiahou still doesn't understand the reason for the words of the god, nor does he understand the deep meaning of the totem he was tattooed when he was three years old. But in the dark, he seemed to be able to feel that in that chess game with the common people as the son and the heaven and earth as the game, Xia Xun was not only the only Fuzi, but he Xiahou was probably also one of them...

And it was deep, deep.

"Phew!"

I can't figure it out, I'm too lazy to think about it again.

Spit the grass in his mouth, pill his hands on the back of his head, and fall asleep directly.

Everything has a priority, for Xia Hou now, in fact, the most important thing is not to figure out everything, after all, when Xia Xun returns in the future, all problems may be solved. The most important thing for him now is how he will survive the next few days. Because, before leaving, the god stick left a sentence that made him almost collapse:

"Go on, I'll wait for twenty days or more than a month, and then you will meet in a small town seventy miles south of Kyoto. ”

This is very common, but the terrible thing is that it means that in the next few days, Xiahou will have to spend a whole month alone with the dumb and stupid three monks in the car. How can this call his unruly temperament endure the boring time called "doing good deeds and accumulating virtue"? Thinking about the daily behavior of these three monks, it is terrifying, and I really want to snatch the remaining white horses at once and fly to Kyoto by myself. Of course, the premise here is that Xiahou has to have the ability to put the three monks on the reverse car first...

Otherwise, go to sleep wherever it's cool.

The northern night is cold.

The wind is high and the clouds are clear.

The nine heavens are densely starved, the southwest greedy wolf has a hidden momentum in the north, and the southeast breaking army and the southwest seven kills are bounded by Ziwei Zuohuan, balancing each other. Countless auxiliary stars such as Zuoshu, Shangzai, and Xiazai headed by Chen Hook and Betelgeuse are far away from each other, such as divine soldiers and heavenly generals.

The vast sea of stars, the waves are magnificent.

A mystery is hidden, and it is difficult to see how difficult it is to see the three thousand avenues. There are only two ways, which can still be barely deduced...

A life-changing feng shui, a gossip of divination.

Feng Shui practitioners, who are good at observing the general trend of heaven and earth, perform thousands of weather, often use the mystery of the tomb to help people with life and death. Gossips, who are good at observing the heavens and stars, follow the trajectory of sentient beings, and often use faces, stars, and earth to drive away disasters and avoid disasters. Both are the root of arithmetic, but they are different in arithmetic, and it is difficult to distinguish between high and low. But whether it is gossip or feng shui, both of them have a supreme knowledge in the way of arithmetic...

That is, it is a heavenly opportunity.

This calculation is very different from other arithmetic.

Whether it is calculating the topography, physiognomy, meteorology, etc., its calculations are all fixed numbers in the world, and there are traces to follow. As long as you have been cultivating in feng shui and gossip for a few years, anyone can vaguely say a rough idea. The calculation of heavenly opportunities is not the case, the celestial phenomena are cumbersome, the stars are hundreds of millions, the changes are endless, often with the wind and clouds thundering, the stars are connected, interlocking, intricate. As long as one deduction is wrong, it will be completely ruined immediately. I don't know how many arithmetic practitioners who have practiced feng shui gossip in the bottom of the world, and they can only touch the threshold of heavenly calculations after all their life's efforts, and can understand the initial image of the stars in the nine heavens, which is called "observing the sky". As for the deeper level, turning the number of days, acting out the principles of heaven, and following the heavenly machine, that is, it is difficult to understand the truth in his whole life.

As a result, in the past, those who played the banner of arithmetic and walked in the rivers and lakes, no matter how much ability they have, they did not dare to easily take the heavenly opportunity as a calculation. Because, as long as you dare to say this, there is a good chance that someone who knows how will be able to expose you and give you a hard fat beating.

Therefore, these arithmetic masters who walk the rivers and lakes, on the banners they play on weekdays, at most, they will write "a thousand words", "drive away disasters and avoid disasters", "calculate marriage and fortune", etc., and help people look at their faces, choose a few well-being yin houses or something, and will never tell others what the stars are for the number of days, let alone write the word "heavenly machine" on the banner.

Of course, there are no absolutes in everything, and there are exceptions to everything.

The rivers and lakes are big, there are three religions and nine streams, who doesn't have it?

For the sake of work, don't say that it is a "heavenly machine", even if it is written "I am the emperor of heaven", there are many people. And people like this are often revered as godheads, and they are blackmailers of money. Because, fools know that if you really have such great ability, how can you still carry a broken flag all day long, toiling around?

It's like the god stick who intercepted the road on the cliff ditch at the boundary between the north and south regions not long ago. He is the exception of the exceptions...

The greedy wolf moved north with the emperor star, and the army was entangled and killed.

The lonely wind does not make clouds and waves, and the lonely moon does not reflect the stars.

500 years of turbulent times, 100 years of pregnancy...

In just a few sentences, a hundred and ten words, he summed up the celestial phenomena and stars, the weather and the changes of the earth, and the three into arithmetic. According to arithmetic, supplemented by the physiognomy and personality of each person at that time, it was finally deduced into a hexagram. Among them, the hexagram is right or wrong, and it cannot be said for the time being, but the ability of the god stick to calculate the way can be seen. Even if Xia Xun insisted that the Divine Stick was not the immortal who had disappeared for twenty years, Xia Xun also did not dare to deny that the Divine Stick was probably a master of the world. Very tall tall people...

And as it turned out, he was very high.

"Whew..."

The sky is getting dark, and the moon is approaching the western mountain.

The black crow gets up early to look for it, and the husband sings the gong to the cold.

Take the wind to travel, go straight to the northwest of the cliff ditch, more than 26,000 miles, there is a city named Shouchun.

The city is small and prosperous, up and down seven or eight hundred miles, densely packed with pavilions, and I don't know how many people's houses. The south of the city is a fertile field, with countless fertile fields. The west of the city is close to the river, and the boat is parked all the way. The east and north of the city are connected with mountains on both sides, and they are thousands of miles of mountains and old forests, and there are clouds and mist shrouded. Because the hour was still early, the sky had not yet dawned, and the city was still dark and black, and there were few people. Only the rooster crows from time to time, urging the residents of the city to get up early to open the market.

In the dim night, a snow-white horse with wings is riding the wind and clouds, quietly drifting from south to north.

There were two people on the white horse, one in a green shirt and the other in a cold and cold manner, both showing a strange look. It's weird, and there are only four words to describe it - "unbelievable". They looked directly at the white horse in disbelief, the dust in one hand, the flag in the other, obscene and trivial, and leading the way in embarrassment.

Yes, read that right, it's true that the magic stick is not on the horse, but in front of the horse ...

No birds, no utensils.

Above the nine heavens, he walked alone in the air, like walking on the ground!

Although he ran in embarrassment, he could barely keep up with the speed of the white horse. Although there is no immortal wind and bones to speak of, he can't see at all that he has the slightest sign of struggling, and he doesn't even sweat! At this moment, how should we say it? If others are watching, they must shout, "Everyone, look at it, immortals!" But at this time, Xia Xun and Mo Xian looked at it, but they couldn't shout, and they didn't know how to say it.

According to Xia Xun's words, it is "he is definitely not an immortal!"

How can there be an immortal in the world who will be so obscene? Will there be such a philistine? Will there be such an uneducated?!

But...

If he wasn't an immortal, who could he be?

Stepping into the air and resisting the wind is the ability to transcend the laws of heaven and earth, even Xia Yuan can't have it. Not to mention the speed parallel to Ryoma, even the No. 1 Tianzi of the Soul Chasing Building-Dijiang, is only a few miles away. And up to now, in just one hour, the god stick has led the white horse and flew out of nearly 30,000 miles! It is terrifying, terrifying, and terrifying, except for the gods in the sky, the only ones who can do this are saints outside the world.

However, since the moment Xia Xun was shocked by the divine stick, he had secretly counted all the saints in his heart. After counting, he still couldn't match the current magic stick with any of the saints. Because, among the eighteen saints in the world, there are only five people who can count the ability of heaven. Xia Xun's grandfather and the old man who asked Tianshan don't need to say much. The two of Xianxing Pure Yang and Kyoto Tongtian will never help Xia Xun. And the remaining Feng Shui physiognomist in Xishu is even more of a woman, how can it be this magic stick now?

There are no words all the way, and the only way is shocking.

Shocked to this day, Xia Xun still doesn't believe that the god stick is the immortal of Penglai.

His real reason is actually very simple.

If the god stick is really an immortal, if he wants to do something, he still has it in his hands? Why did he have to go to the cliff ditch in the middle of the night to find Xia Xun and others to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, thankless, not only did he suffer from a wretch? Don't you see, twenty years ago, in the first battle, it was as strong as a generation of killing gods Lu Fengxian, slashing the sky with a sword, and destroying all living beings, in the end, it was not a slap from the immortal that shattered the Dao heart, and disappeared without a trace?

Therefore, no matter what the god stick says, if he says that he is the god, Xia Xun will not believe it.

Besides, he had always felt that something was wrong with this magic stick. It's like when he was in the cliff ditch, the god stick refused Xia Xun's reaction. Another example is the impatience shown by the god stick before leaving. For example, now, the white horse has a wide back, and it can be taken by one more person, but the god stick chose to walk in the sky without disguise, like an old slave, leading the horse to run down the road in embarrassment, saying that it sounds good, this is to show ability, if it is not good, I am afraid that there is something unspeakable.

It's weird, it's wrong.

Xia Xun couldn't stop for a while.

All in all, there must be a problem with this magic stick!