Novoland: Eagle Flag: One

"Simon, which star are you looking at?"

"Beichen, it's nine percent off my calculation."

"It's because of Gu Xuan, I think when it passed by Gu Xuan, it was pulled away from its original track."

"Yes, except for Gu Xuan who is always in the shadows, there is no power in the starry sky that can quietly attract Beichen. When calculating, I assume that Gu Xuan does not exist..."

"Then if there are deviations, those deviations must be caused by Gu Xuan, right?"

"Yes, except for the dead stars in the sky, no star can escape my sea mirror, and no orbit can escape under the calculation of Huang Ji Jing Tianyi."

"But you still want to count Gu Xuan, don't you? Count the star that can never be seen but represents death. The star of death that cannot be violated."

Silence, long silence.

Starlight spilled from the huge gap in the copper-cast roof, and the surroundings were as quiet as the moment when the primordial dawn opened.

In the center of the astrolabe, the white girl is wrapped in a large black robe, surrounded by darkness. The huge copper plate etched with the stars, the sun and the moon is just under the girl's body, taking her to rotate slowly with the time. On the side of the astrolabe, the Huangji Jingtian instrument, also made of brass, is pushed by the force of water droplets, and countless copper wheels engraved with scales and symbols rotate around the axis. Complicated information that ordinary people can't comprehend was reflected in the girl's eyes without any omission. With the astrolabe rotating according to the changes in the starry sky, the movements of the stars all over the sky are under her control.

Except for Gu Xuan, except for Gu Xuan who will never appear in the Sky Viewing Mirror.

The star representing death passed quietly in the night sky, depriving the world of life, but leaving no trace. It is only through its influence on other stars that astrologers can perceive its hidden existence.

"Ximen, have you been here for many years?" the old man in white robe hidden in the dark corner asked in a low voice.

After pondering for a moment, the girl nodded: "One hundred and twenty years, one hundred and twenty years, seven months and nine days."

"The astrology of the Huangji Jingtian School has been inherited for five hundred and seventy years, and you are the most talented successor. Looking at Kyushu, I can also assert that there will be no second astrologer like you, even me. The host also lagged behind you seventy years ago," the old man sighed softly, "but after stargazing for one hundred and twenty years, you are still not satisfied, do you want to know the mystery of Gu Xuan?"

"I have heard from you a long time ago that the changes of the world are in the pictures of stars. No matter heroes or ordinary people, even astrologers like you and me, they cannot escape the grasp of the starry sky gods, can they? ?”

"Yes."

"Then I want to know the mysteries of Gu Xuan, and I want to see through the changes in this world before my spirit collapses. As long as I have that book, I can add the last tenth dimension of Jingwei to the Huangjijing Tianyi Ziyuan. At that time, I can calculate the sky two hundred years later, even your life and death."

"Okay," the old man pushed a broken wooden box in front of Ximen, "here is what you want."

"Why are you giving it to me now?" Ximen's white fingers lightly swept over the surface of the wooden box, "Are you afraid that people other than God will grasp the changes in the world?"

"No, I just don't want to disappoint you."

Hesitating, hesitating, Ximen finally opened the wooden box with his hand.

In the tanned wooden box is an ancient book with sterling silver corners, and tall and straight ancient characters are written on its leather surface. The thick dusty breath choked into Ximen's small nose, but she had stopped breathing at this moment. After waiting for a full hundred and twenty years, she finally grasped the secret tome of the highest achievement of ancient astrology——"Amano Divide Emperor Volume".

"Don't hesitate," the old man said, "Look, starting today, this book is yours. At the same time, you will become the seventh successor of the Huangji Jingtian Sect."

Ximen opened the ancient book under the starlight, skimming through all the star maps and formulas, she directly turned to the last page.

On the last page, there is only a list of formulas, and a line of small characters in the annotation - "Gu Xuan's seven formulas combined calculation".

I don't know how long it took, Ximen got up and walked down the astrolabe. Holding an arc ruler and a thin paper-like sharp blade, she carved the ruler on the only two blank circles on the Huangji Jingtian instrument. The sound of water droplets echoed in the silent secret room. While those water droplets accurately described the exact same time units one after another, they also silently pushed the Huangji Jing, which was 6 feet 7 inches tall and weighed 5,720 kilograms. Tianyi. The circles representing the stars are divided and recombined under the power of water droplets, and each time they meet on different scales, they separate on new scales. The star wisdom of the creatures of all ethnic groups in Kyushu for more than a thousand years is accommodated in this amazing system.

"You have obtained the secret of the last star, and now your star system is complete," said the old man, "then my child, calculate my life, and calculate how many years the teacher's aging life can last .”

Ximen raised his eyelids, those emerald green eyes were more brilliant than Beichen's. She stared at the smiling old man.

"My fate star is the dark yellow star in the depths of the South Dipper, and you are already familiar with my life. Come on, let me take a look at the achievements of my students," the old man nodded to her.

Ximen finally nodded, and she held the counter between her slender fingers. The brilliance in those emerald green eyes was condensed, and according to the rotation of the Huangjijing Tianyi, she accurately calculated the distribution over time, and the changes that ordinary people could not remember were displayed and dismantled under her palm. All the stars and fields near Nandou All are mastered by her wisdom. At this time, the girl who still looked immature had a god-like majesty on her face.

"Thirteen years," Ximen sighed, "it's only thirteen years. If my calculation is correct, after thirteen years, Gu Xuan will take your life away."

"Wrong," the old man in the dark smiled, "my child, you are already wrong."

"Wrong?" Simon turned his head abruptly.

A silver dagger was stuck in the old man's chest, and the gurgling blood soaked his pale robe. While she was concentrating on the calculation, the old man had already pierced her heart with a dagger.

Ximen finally knelt down in front of the old man, "Why is this so?"

"Son, give up the astrology." The old man gently stroked Ximen's tender face, "Don't be so obsessed like the teacher."

"I don't understand," Simon's eyes were filled with confusion.

"My teacher jumped off the cliff, my teacher's teacher picked up a boulder and jumped into the sea, and the previous successor threw himself into the furnace," the old man smiled reluctantly, "everyone of the Huangji Jingtian Sect The successors all died in their own despair."

"Desperate?"

"When you really see through the mysteries of astrology, you will find that you will never be able to see through your own destiny. My child, your calculations are not wrong, and no one in the world can accuse you of wrong calculations. But you can't count. Clear the date of my death, it is because I am the one you care about."

"I...don't understand," Simon shook his head.

"The calculation of astrology can only approach accuracy when calculating things that have nothing to do with yourself. But when you calculate things that are related to yourself, the results of your calculations are affecting the future of the world. If If you don’t calculate, do I have no chance to use this dagger at all?” The old man smiled lightly, “Will you allow your teacher to stab the dagger in his chest?”

"Son," the old man looked at Ximen lovingly, "You have already learned the sorrow and joy of Yuren. Jing. You miscalculated my life in the end because you cared about me."

"How...how did this happen?"

"My teacher said to me before jumping off the cliff, give up the astrology, and be a person who wanders freely regardless of the fate of the stars. It was not until one hundred and forty years later that I understood what he meant. All I can do is That's it," the old man grabbed Ximen's slender arm vigorously, "child, have you seen the blood of the teacher? Don't be obsessed, the astrology can never tell you all the mysteries of the world. Do what you want to do, don't worry about other things. God's will, before your spirit collapses, you must be free!"

"Teacher!"

"Son, astrology is not everything in life. Before you are as helpless and desperate as the teacher, go and see the outside world." The old man's voice fell into Ximen's ear, "I have never had a chance to tell you, actually You are a beautiful girl..."

In February of the first year of King Yincheng, the Huangji Jingtian School, the most prestigious among astrologers, entered its final glory after five hundred and seventy years of transmission.

The number one astrologer in the history of the Xie Dynasty, Ximen Yejing, known as the "Sky Performer", left the mysterious ancient temple in the forest of Ningzhou after burying his teacher. With the teacher's last wish and the highest knowledge of astrology in Kyushu, the girl walked into the smoke and dust of the troubled times.