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Gao Xianren thought that numerology was unique, and he was used to calculating every thing he did, but as soon as he pinched his fingers, he put it down with a wry smile.

Zi Baifeng is a person who can't be calculated by common sense at all, it seems that he is outside the five elements, not in reincarnation, and no numerology has any effect. Even ordinary people have more contact with him, and the numerology will change.

Like pillars.

The people and things around Zi Baifeng seem to be blinded by something, and they are becoming more and more confused, and gradually they can't use common sense to calculate. Like a pillar, it is really too heavy to make the high immortals calculate.

I couldn't figure out the specific location of the inspection book in the first place, so I should have thought of this.

Gao Xianren could only shake his head, he subconsciously calculated that he would take advantage of the evil fortune for himself. The healer does not heal himself, and it is difficult for the diviner to divinate himself, but the high immortal is in another way, he empties his mind and allows all kinds of information to flow spontaneously into his heart, at this time, he is not like divination, but like turning himself into an antenna, passively receiving the message between heaven and earth.

Just like a radar that actively emits detection wave scanning, this mysterious force is like a ripple conducted in the air, and the person who is swept by it does not feel that he has been regarded as a variable between heaven and earth, and has been calculated in an unbelievable way. This is the most proud secret of the high immortals, and he calls it "the secret of heaven and earth in all directions".

Heaven and earth change, everything has a theorem, the world is impermanent, and everything has traces to be found.

But there were also people who felt the difference, in Mengcheng Academy, Mr. put down the book in his hand, frowned slightly, and turned his head to look in the direction of Xia Yan Village, but it was only for a moment, he shook his head and gave up the idea of inquiry.

The feeling of being spied on in a moment is either that someone in the same path unintentionally affects his own cause and effect, or that he is delusional.

But this kind of aimless detection and calculation is as obvious to a person as a stormy wave.

He involuntarily approached the source of this fluctuation, and then stopped in front of the high immortals.

The high immortal was still pinching his fingers, and when he detected the south, his fingertips suddenly ached and numb, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake on his fingertips.

"Sizzle......" Gao Immortal's ethereal state of mind was suddenly interrupted, and he frowned and looked at his fingertips, because he had used too much force just now, his fingertips had been cut by himself, and a drop of blood came out.

This unspeakable hostility and sense of crisis......

Gao Xianren felt that his body was trembling a little, and he could make his fingertips bleed, this was the first time he had encountered this kind of thing, who in this area could make him feel this kind of threat?

South......

The high immortals shook their heads and suppressed one of their thoughts for the time being, could this have something to do with them?

The world only knows that the Langdao Patrol Division is the patrol messenger who inspects the heavens and the earth for the Heavenly Palace, but they don't know the Langdao, in fact, the Patrol Division is also divided into two factions, the north and the south, which can also be called the old and new factions.

The faction where the Gao Immortals belong is the Northern Faction, which can also be called the Old Faction.

They abide by the laws and ancestral teachings of the Patrol Division, inspect the heavens and the earth, and ensure the normal operation and steady development of the countless sects on the earth. What they do is to make the human spiritual realm prosperous, and they work with all their hearts, hoping that they will be able to be led to the heavenly realm after accumulating enough merits.

On the other hand, there is the Southern School, which can also be called the New School.

Although they still have the identity of patrolling immortals, they have long since given up their duties and live only for themselves, they rely on their semi-official and semi-monk status, closely integrated with the mortal state and society, plundering resources in various ways to grab the maximum benefits, they are like parasites attached to mortals and ordinary monks, using all kinds of intrigues and tricks, driving all kinds of forces to seize resources.

The two factions of the north and the south looked at each other unpleasantly, accusing each other of taking up too many resources of the patrol mirror, accusing each other of ignorance of current affairs, and there was a war that broke out, but both sides eventually lost both, and even the patrol mirror was almost shattered because of this.

Later, the two factions of the north and the south agreed with each other in three chapters, taking the headquarters of the inspection department where the patrol mirror was located as the origin, drawing a straight line, dividing the whole world into two parts, the north and the south, each only operating within its own scope, never interfering in the other's activities, for hundreds of years, it can be regarded as having been at peace with each other.

However, the unspeakable hostility that Gao Xianren felt at this time made him can't help but think of the Southern Patrol Division.

The high immortal is conceited that his cultivation is profound, and he has bird wings by his side, and it is impossible for idlers to threaten his safety at all, and the only one who can make him feel the danger is the Southern Patrol Division.

But why did they invade the northern borders......

There are thousands of thoughts, but they are as fast as lightning, Gao Xianren has already turned thousands of thoughts, and time has only passed for a moment, and the blood beads dripping from his fingertips have only fallen half a meter away at this time.

His eyes followed the drop of blood, but he saw a little boy looking up at him.

Blood dripped from the trunk of the Danmu Divine Tree, crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, and dripped squarely on the center of the little boy's eyebrows, turning into a dazzling red mark.

The boy stretched out his hand and wiped it, but the blood seemed to seep into his eyebrows, and he couldn't wipe it out.

Xiao Tong didn't know that he had been left with marks, he just felt that his eyebrows were tingling, as if something was about to get into his eyebrows.

Gao Xianren narrowed his eyes, and saw that the aura on the little boy's body was surging, but it was unpredictable, and gradually dispersed, this was not the aura of the immortal cultivator, the aura of the immortal cultivator was condensed but not dispersed. This is not Zi Baifeng's aura, Zi Baifeng's aura is like the sun that constantly radiates outward, and it will not be unpredictable like this.

It's a little goblin.

Gao Xianren recognized this, but he always felt that this little demon looked at him a little strangely, as if he wanted to say something.

He looked left and right, then crouched down, took out a twig, and drew it on the ground.

1

11

121

1331......

This is a Yang Hui triangle, which is a peculiar form of expressing numbers in space, but in the eyes of the high immortals, this is a very important part of numerology, and the gossip and sixty-four hexagrams cannot be separated from its category.

After writing the Yang Hui Triangle, the little boy made some strange expansions next to the Yang Hui Triangle, and then the Yang Hui Triangle became a peculiar matrix, and then, the child used a crooked brace outside to bracket this matrix, and began a series of complex changes.

Gao Xianren didn't know when he came down from the tree, and he stared at the little boy changing on the ground, streamlining the matrix, and finally came up with a very simple matrix.

Xiao Tong wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, dropped the branch in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the high immortal.

Gao Xianren was already very tall, and the little boy was just up to his waist, and he waited for a pair of black eyes, which were full of anticipation and longing.

The high immortals were sweating profusely, and even their backs were almost soaked.

He found that what this kid had just done was to use this peculiar way to express his original "Heaven and Earth Eight Directions Ten Thousand Calculations", and then analyze and streamline it.

He was clearly attracted by the fluctuations caused by his own calculations, and then directly analyzed the fluctuations and calculated them graphically. Looking at the graphic matrix, Gao Xianren found that his original "Heaven and Earth Eight Directions Ten Thousand Calculations" could completely evolve into a very subtle early warning formation, as long as a steady stream of spiritual energy was provided, he could be lucky and avoid evil, and be invincible.

It's horrible!

At that moment, the high immortals had an impulse to go up and shoot the girl to death there! Does this kind of evil really exist? Should it really exist? Shouldn't it be hacked to death and buried in the soil, never to turn over?

But he was reluctant.

Seeing the joy of hunting?

These two words couldn't fully summarize his mood, he just felt that this world was so wonderful, there was someone who could have such a deep communication with him, and it was also a little monster who was just transformed, but couldn't speak at all.

Under the expectant gaze of the little demon, it pinched its fingers and began to use its own other set of numerology algorithms. The little demon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, as if the fluctuations were the nutrition he relied on for survival, the delicious food he loved.

After a while, he squatted down and began to write and draw on the ground.

In this way, the two of them counted one and the other painted, Gao Xianren completely forgot the time, he only felt that his calculation ability had never improved by leaps and bounds as it was today, and almost all his calculations were solved by this little guy.

"You...... Would you like to be my apprentice?" Gao Xianren couldn't help but ask the little guy.

The little fellow just smiled, dropped the branch in his hand, and turned and ran away.

After a few steps, the little one turned into an abacus.

"Xiaopan, so you're here!Quick, let's go home!" Xiaoshi jumped out of the middle of nowhere with Hui'er, stepped on the abacus, and ran away with the abacus.

It was already dark, and Xiao Shi and Hui'er were so happy to see the excitement here that they completely forgot the time, and they were about to miss lunch.

The blind date meeting under the tree has ended, several villagers are cleaning up the venue, laughing and talking to each other in a low voice, today's blind date conference, I believe it will be a lot of people talking about it for many days.

The cold wind blew, lifting the robe of the high immortal, blowing on his sweat-soaked back, and it was suddenly cold, so that the high immortal who had already been cold and hot couldn't help but shiver.

Touching his back, Gao Xianren suddenly felt as if he had been eaten and wiped clean by someone in the hook bar, and lay on a messy bed with his legs crossed in embarrassment and exhaustion.

And the one who is far away, the abacus that is rattling, is the damn prostitute.

It was so easy to squeeze him dry.

Gao Xianren suddenly felt lazy.

He lifted his head, his back wings outstretched, and he soared into the sky.

Three hundred miles to the south, on a ship, a thin, gloomy monk raised his eyelids and let out a sneer.