Humanity’s Great Sage

Two months later, in the secret room of the Grand Commandery, Lu Ye and Fu Wei sat opposite each other.

The latter said bitterly: "Brother, how can I calculate if you don't tell me what to calculate specifically?"

The six-month period agreed with Fu Wei has come. Seeing that he seems to be in good spirits recently, Lu Ye called him over and asked him to tell his fortune.

Lu Ye has no idea about the transformation of the talent tree. Now he can only put his hope on Fu Wei to see if he can point him in the right direction with his means.

But the problem is stuck here. Lu Ye can't tell Fu Wei about the talent tree. Fu Wei is very confused. Divination usually has a clear direction. For example, last time, he helped Lu Ye calculate the harvest.

Lu Ye looked at him steadily, with an expression that it was your business.

Fu Wei had a headache: "Then brother, I will ask you a few questions, and you try your best to answer them."

"Yes!" Lu Ye nodded.

"Does this matter concern your cultivation?"

Lu Ye nodded.

"Not related to fighting?" Fu Wei asked again.

Lu Ye thought about it. The talent tree itself could not be used in fighting, but many Dao patterns could be used, such as the clone of the talent tree.

"Some connection."

Fu Wei was even more confused. It was related to both cultivation and fighting. In a trance, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the Panshan knife on Lu Ye's waist, and immediately showed a thoughtful look.

Is it the Dao soldiers that Senior Brother wants to calculate? For a cultivator, only this thing is related to both. The cultivator relies on Dao soldiers to merge with the Dao, especially Lu Ye is now in the Fusion Dao cultivation, and is about to face this problem.

Dao soldiers will also play a vital role in fighting with others.

With a direction, he seemed much more relaxed, and nodded: "Senior Brother, wait a moment, I'll try!"

As he said this, he turned his palm, and suddenly six tortoise shells appeared.

Last time when he was fortune-telling, he used three pieces, and this time he seemed to be more serious than last time.

As Lu Ye watched, he saw Fu Wei throw the six pieces of tortoise shells in front of him. The tortoise shells did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, lingering around Fu Wei in different trajectories and directions.

Just like last time, he looked solemn and muttered something.

The six pieces of rotating tortoise shells spun faster and faster, gradually forming an airtight barrier on his side, with many complicated patterns flowing on it, looking unpredictable.

Everything was normal at first, but at a certain moment, Lu Ye suddenly found that Fu Wei's aura became unstable, and his face suddenly turned pale.

It was at this moment that Fu Wei suddenly opened his eyes.

But his eyes lost all the black, leaving only a piece of snow-white, trembling violently.

He seemed to have seen something incredible, and his face showed an extremely panicked look. He suddenly screamed: "Oh my God!"

He fell backwards suddenly, and his back hit the ground heavily, making a thud.

With a crisp sound, the six tortoise shells lingering on his side were all broken into pieces, and a huge scar suddenly ran across Fu Wei's chest, deep enough to see the bone, and blood was flowing.

Lu Ye quickly stood up, picked him up and hid him behind him, raised his hand to pull out the Panshan knife, and looked around vigilantly.

But no matter how he checked, he did not find any signs of invasion. The restrictions and formations of the entire mansion were all intact, and from beginning to end, Yuan Xi, who was sitting in the city, did not react at all.

"Senior brother..." Fu Wei's extremely weak voice came from behind.

Lu Ye turned his head and saw that his eyes had returned to normal, but they were gray and seemed to have lost their luster. He was extremely weak, with cold sweat all over his body and his clothes damp.

"It wasn't a sneak attack..." He forced himself to sit up, "I saw something."

"What did you see?" Lu Ye frowned.

He couldn't figure it out. He just asked Fu Wei to help calculate the direction of the transformation of the talent tree. How could it suddenly become like this?

And since it wasn't a sneak attack, what happened to Fu Wei's injury?

While asking, Lu Ye made a brief investigation and his expression changed immediately.

There was a power that was very familiar to him on Fu Wei's wound!

The power of death!

Looking at the entire inner world, the power of death can only be exerted by Shang, but Shang is the Taoist soldier of Tyrant Qiu, how could he hurt Fu Wei? And in such a place.

"I..." Fu Wei opened his mouth, thinking back to the scene he had just seen. It was hard to accept for a moment, but this was what he saw. For the Bu clan, seeing is reality.

"Brother, you and Ba Qiu will have a battle... a battle of life and death!" He said in a heavy tone.

What he couldn't accept was not the fight between Lu Ye and Ba Qiu, but the deeper involvement.

Lu Ye was the fate he chose, and he also got the guidance of the old patriarch, but Ba Qiu was the fate of the old patriarch. They shared life and death, honor and disgrace. If there was a battle between the two destinies, wouldn't it mean a confrontation between his fate and the old patriarch's?

No matter what the result of such a confrontation was, he was not willing to accept it.

"What the hell!" Lu Ye was immediately annoyed.

Not to mention that there was a huge gap in strength between him and Ba Qiu at the moment, and there was no possibility of confrontation, there was no grudge between them, so why did they have to fight a life-and-death battle?

Moreover, Liao and Shang had a good relationship. If this relationship continued, they would not become enemies, not to mention that they could become friends in the future.

"Didn't I ask you to help calculate the direction of my future practice? How did you see these things?"

"I don't know either?" Fu Wei shook his head.

Lu Ye frowned.

He has seen negative Wei's ability before. Whether it is the divination in the wonders or the matter of Huan Qing, it shows that this boy is very good at divination.

But what is the calculation now? Taking a step back, even if he grows to the level of Ba Qiu in the future, there will be some differences between him and Ba Qiu, but at this level, there is no sworn hatred that will lead to life and death.

Then he suddenly remembered that Mingyue Lun had asked him to help him avenge himself. After being rejected, Mingyue Lun made it clear that some things would happen even if he didn't want to.

Mingyue Lun had already sensed her own brokenness at that time, and the target of her revenge was undoubtedly Ba Qiu.

First there was the bright moon wheel, and now there is Fu Wei. Is it possible that there will really be a battle between myself and Ba Qiu?

But even so, it can only be a discussion at most, not a life and death battle.

"What else did you see?" Lu Ye thought it would be better to ask more clearly.

Negi Wei shook his head and said: "Many things can't be seen clearly and are hazy. Oh, by the way, there seems to be a tree behind Senior Brother, with roots hanging down and entwining the void!"

Lu Ye suddenly narrowed his eyes: "What kind of tree?"

"It's golden, very big, and seems to be burning. I don't know what it looks like, and I've never seen it before. Its roots seem to be wrapped around Ba Qiu's Taoist soldiers, and they are devouring something crazily..."

The big golden tree that seems to be burning is undoubtedly the talent tree.

Fuwei actually saw the talent tree!

But since Lu Ye got the talent tree, it has been hidden in his body and has never been manifested. How did negative Wei see it? Is it possible to say that the talent tree can be realized after it transforms again?

The roots drooped down, entangled in the void, and devoured Ba Qiu's Taoist soldiers.

Sadness is a treasure! Can the talent tree be swallowed?

Lu Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, and a bold idea came to his mind.

"Senior brother, my head hurts so much..." Fu Wei showed a pained expression, "My chest also hurts. I feel as if my strength has been sealed by a force."

"What's wrong with your injury?" Lu Ye still didn't understand this.

Even though Fu Wei saw something extraordinary, the injury was somewhat inexplicable.

"This is a sword from the future!" Negi Wei explained, holding his head, "Senior Ba Qiu's fate cannot be pryed into, this is the backlash of divination."

A sword from the future!

Lu Ye was horrified, no wonder he couldn't find any traces of being invaded, and he felt that this was the power of mourning.

In fact, this is the power of mourning, but it was caused by negative Wei peeking into the future.

Could what this guy saw really happen?

"Last question, who won the battle between me and Ba Qiu?" Lu Ye asked.

Negi Wei shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't see the result..."

Lu Ye nodded and did not delve deeper. He asked that question out of pure curiosity and would not take it seriously. Even if he and Ba Qiu really had a life-and-death battle in the future, the answer that Fu Wei told him at this moment would not affect it. He has no mentality at all.

"Sit tight!" Lu Ye ordered, sitting cross-legged opposite Fu Wei, raising his hand and pressing his chest, activating the power of the talent tree to help him burn out the power of death.

After all, it was because of himself that Fu Wei suffered this time. He himself would be severely damaged after this fortune-telling, and it would take at least half a year to recover before he could regain his strength. If he was still in such a weak state, Under the influence of the power of mourning, the recovery period will inevitably be longer.

Lu Ye couldn't help him quickly recover his lost energy, but at least he could help him resolve the power of grief.

Negative Wei groaned and looked uncomfortable.

It is not easy to resolve the power of grief, because grief is already at the level of a treasure, and the power lingering in the wound belongs to the power of a treasure.

In the past, every time Lu Ye helped him solve the problem, it would take him ten and a half days.

However, the progress was obviously faster this time, because Lu Ye found that the power of grief left by the sword from the future was much weaker than what he had endured before.

Therefore, it only took three days before the power of sorrow in Fu Wei was completely resolved.

He was doubly shocked!

If there is anyone in the inner world who knows Ba Qiu best, it must be the old Bu clan who followed him back then.

The old Bu clan and Fu Wei had told many things about Ba Qiu, so Fu Wei certainly knew how cunning and difficult the power of Shang was.

This is a power that the other ten Hedao City Lords are extremely afraid of. Once they are injured by Ba Qiu during a fight, their strength will inevitably be weakened. The more serious the injury, the greater the impact.

Even if a strong man on the same level as Ba Qiu wanted to resolve it, he would have to pay a huge price.

As for ordinary Hedao... there is no means or ability to resolve it.

But Lu Ye, a Rongdao man, managed to do this in three days. How could Fu Wei not be shocked?