Rebirth and Return: The Evil King Dotes on His Wife and Goes to Heaven

There are too many things to pay attention to in metaphysics. There are very few scholars who can master and master metaphysics. Therefore, anyone who can ask for divination is a master of metaphysics who is proficient in astronomy and geography. Such people are naturally particularly respected by the world. However, like this

In the eyes of his young master, his achievements were nothing worth mentioning. Could this not shock Yu Qingyang?

(People in this era believe in ghosts and gods, respect ghosts and gods, and fear ghosts and gods. Therefore, the completely deceptive magicians like those in later generations basically do not exist.)

Late Tang Dynasty was concentrating on divination and did not notice the change in Yu Qingyang's expression.

Metaphysics is only the first level among the nine major inheritances of Xiaoyao Dao. And divination and divination are the basic skills of metaphysics. Therefore, she really doesn't take it seriously.

However, what she wants to do now is not an ordinary divination inquiry.

What people usually call divination is to predict unknown things that have not happened. But now she is trying to restore what has already happened. It is a hundred times more difficult than the former. Therefore, she is extremely focused and does not allow for the slightest error.

I saw her placing two pieces of tortoise shell on the palm of her left hand, her eyes slightly closed, her red lips slightly opened, and she was mumbling something. Her right hand was slightly open, and her jade fingers were making graceful calculation movements.

Suddenly, her eyes opened, and two sharp eyes stared at the tortoise shell on the center of her left hand. At the same time, she put the index finger of her right hand into her mouth, and bit it hard with her teeth, causing the skin to break and bleed.

Seeing this scene, Yu Qingyang frowned. But the person involved didn't blink an eyelid, raised his bloody index finger, and started carving on the tortoise shell.

"Are you drawing a talisman?" Yu Qingyang couldn't help but ask, wondering.

He had always known that the old master could do anything, but he had never seen the old master do such a thing. After finally seeing the young master do it, he was naturally curious, but he did not expect to get the answer.

"No, this is not a talisman. It is my brother's survival horoscope and the time on the day of the battle. I want to restore the scene at that time. So that I can see where my brother went?"

The voice was very soft, as misty as a cloud, distant and alienated. Yu Qingyang felt her heart tighten for no reason, and said worriedly: "Which is more difficult, restoring the past or predicting the future?"

"The past is done, and history cannot be changed. The future is changeable, and although it can be measured, it is illusory. Between the virtual and the real, it is natural that it is easy in the imaginary and difficult in reality."

The voice became even more erratic. She was clearly still standing there, but it gave people the feeling that she had drifted away with the wind.

"you……"

Yu Qingyang opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly saw that her fingers had stopped. He instinctively swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Tang Wanqiu looked up at him and said solemnly: "Senior brother, please protect Wanqiu. No matter what happens next, don't disturb me."

"Okay!" Yu Qingyang nodded and responded. Then he opened his eyes wide and stared at her unblinkingly, unwilling to let go of her every expression and movement.

Tang Wanqiu nodded and smiled at him again, with gentle eyes, seeming to soothe his emotions and tell him not to worry. Just when Yu Qingyang was looking a little crazy, she suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and spurted out "Puff!"

A mouthful of blood essence. The two tortoise shells were suddenly covered with a thin layer of delicate blood mist, which looked extremely strange.

When she bit her finger, she didn't blink. When she bit the tip of her tongue, she still didn't frown. Yu Qingyang's heart palpitated and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. He almost asked if she felt any pain.