Chapter 1305 Liu Xuan

The ancient hexagram says: The sky hangs on the image, and the sages take it.

During the Dayin Dynasty, the spring of the Age of the Year, Kyoto Zhongyu.

The raindrops of early spring swept across the bluestone alley in the southwest corner of the imperial capital.

In the rain curtain, under the mysterious umbrella, Liu Xuanji, who was already in the middle of the age, was raising his thin fingers and wandering on the bronze hexagram in front of him.

"Mr. Liu, how?"

The speaker was a young man in gorgeous clothes. He stood in the mysterious umbrella and looked at the middle-aged man in blue clothes in front of him. In the distance behind him, a strong follower could be seen in the rain.

Liu Xuanji did not look up, his eyes fell on the hexagram plate, watching the hexagram needle tremble in the "Kan" position, and his eyes were depressed and pondered.

This is the third hexagram today.

The first one is a man in a commoner asking about the land, and the second one is an old woman looking for her lost grandson. At this moment, the noble man with a dragon-patterned jade pendant hanging on his waist came here, so he naturally asked about his career.

After a while, Liu Xuanji looked up, looked at the young man, and spoke hoarsely.

"The young master's life in the palace of Ziwei enters the temple and becomes the master..."

Before he finished speaking, the hexagram needle suddenly jumped to the "Lei" position.

This sudden scene made Liu Xuanji frown.

According to the other party's destiny, his fate is the most prosperous and his position is the most prosperous, while his position is the most angry.

What we show at this moment is clearly the appearance of premature death.

But the young man has passed the age of death, and forty years of wealth lingering between his eyebrows, and even the jade pendant on his waist carved with four claws and dragons.

This is the standard for the prince.

Liu Xuanji was silent, while the sound of rain gradually became dense.

He looked at the hexagram needle trembling back and forth between Kan and Li, and finally drew a circle with the beginning and end.

This strange change made his brow frown even more, and he counted the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches with his left hand in his sleeve.

But the more I calculated, the more cold my back was sweating.

"Why is it like this again..."

When I was calculating for the flower seller three days ago, the hexagram was so strange and difficult to distinguish. However, the girl clearly had a hard life, but the hexagram showed the sign of the phoenix ringing in the nine heavens.

Today, it's like this again!

"gentlemen?"

The young man bent his fingers and knocked on the hexagram table. Seeing that Liu Xuanji was still in a devil's mind, he shook his head and looked at Liu Xuanji deeply.

He had heard of the Mr. Liu in front of him. He was famous, but he went crazy ten years ago. After recovering, he gave up everything and chose to hide in the market.

"What a pity."

The youth left.

After dozens of breaths, Liu Xuanji woke up as the smell of rust appeared in the throat. The Gua Needle had stopped at the "Kun" position at some point, and even caused minor cracks to be scraped on the surface of the jade plate due to the previous tremor.

Looking at the crack, Liu Xuanji raised his head and looked at the young man's back as he was gradually moving away. He suddenly coughed violently and instinctively took out the silk cloth. When he put it down, the plain white silk parison he had grabbed tightly had already bloomed with red plums.

“Seven Hundred and Thirty Nine…”

Liu Xuanji murmured.

After a while, he stood up silently, put away the stall, and returned to his humble room in the rain.

In the simple house, Liu Xuanji sat at the table, staring at the rain outside the window, and fell into memories.

Thirty years have passed.

Since he explained the "Book of the Qingjing Fantasy World" at the age of 16, he has never missed a hexagram before he was thirty-six.

But ten years ago, the hexagrams were like star maps that were disturbed by naughty children. The fate trajectories that should have been straight forward were all twisted into strange circles.

Everything became wrong.

Time passes slowly, and the night in the rain comes faster than usual.

At this moment, Liu Xuanji's heart was like this.

Until late at night, as the oil lamp was lit, the house was illuminated.

In this light, Liu Xuanji stood up, took out a treasured book of fate from the dark compartment, and slowly unfolded it in front of him.

Looking at the astrological maps covered with yellowed paper pages, Liu Xuanji's expression was once again confused.

These are the 738 wrong fates he recorded in the past ten years. At this moment, a thrilling pattern appeared under the light... After all the lifelines extended to a certain node, they began to overlap strangely.

Looking at these, Liu Xuanji's fingertips stroked the records of Yonglong's three years.

That year, the star maps of the old soldiers guarding the border and the new top scholar overlapped on the day of Jingzhe.

That year, the fate of an oil seller and the prime minister's daughter coincided with the 22nd birthday.

...

Every stroke is something that others don’t understand, but in his eyes, it is shocking.

"How could this happen...it's as if the lives of sentient beings have been together for the past ten years..."

“Today…”

Liu Xuanji's eyes reappeared today's hexagram. The prince's life line should have been cut off in his weak year, but it suddenly turned at a certain node...

After a long time, he suddenly took out Bai Juan and rewrite all the strange lifelines recorded over the years according to the fate method he had mastered.

The copper pot drips, and the sounds are urged.

When the fish belly turned white in the east, Liu Xuanji had already drawn 739 life lines on more than a meter of white silk, and the last line was the prince.

The life threads that have not dried ink are like spider webs intertwined, and finally all point to the third hour of the Jingzhe Day and You hour.

This time was the moment when he suddenly became crazy ten years ago.

Looking at Bai Juan, Liu Xuanji's body gradually trembled, and the Gua Fang suddenly felt a strong wind.

The silk cloth was swept up by the wind, flew into the air, and rotated itself in the air. The seven hundred and thirty-nine life lines seemed to come alive, emerging one by one, and became the birth dates one by one.

In Liu Xuanji's incredible eyes, he saw the birth dates and eight characters of all the destiny masters flowing in the void, overlapping each other, and finally... they were put together to form his own birthday!

It became consistent!

It is as if all fates are just appearances, and what is hidden inside is the same as sentient beings!

At this moment, the bronze hexagram plate next to it emitted a shrill buzzing sound, and seventy-two hexagram positions burst into green light at the same time, and the jade hexagram needle was shattered into powder while rotating wildly.

A jade cicada flew out from the fragments of the divination plate. It was something that the master stuffed into his palm before his death.

At this moment, the jade cicada stretched its wings in the green light, and the cicada's belly was engraved with the word "one" written when he was practicing calligraphy when he was young.

"It's actually like this..."

Liu Xuanji looked at the jade chips floating all over the sky, suddenly laughed wildly, raised his hand to grab the dancing Bai Juan, and rushed out of the door in this madness.

...

When the morning bell broke the mist, the southwest corner of Kyoto Nakamo and outside the Bluestone Alley were crowded with people watching the fun.

There was a lot of discussion.

And what they were talking about was Liu Xuanji.

At this moment, Liu Xuanji had red eyes, his hair was covered with his feet standing on the hexagram stall, holding a torch in his hand. In the hideous expression reflected by the firelight, he lit Bai Juan who recorded his fate.

Let the flame spread itself.

The tongue of fire rolled through life lines, and in the ashes that drifted with the wind, seven hundred and thirty-nine identical fates emerged.

Liu Xuanji burst into tears with a sniper laugh, and the onlookers screamed and retreated.

No one comes to save it.

Until the fire completely submerged Liu Xuanji, his expression suddenly calmed down in the flames, and he looked at the frightened crowd and murmured softly.

"This world does not exist, and the lives of all of you are one life, that is mine."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had fallen in the fire.

In the flames, no one saw the jasper cicada, which was parked on his charred corpse. The star map flowed on the cicada's wings, and faintly, the face of the god of pain flashed by.

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Chapter completed!