Xia Zhaoxue nodded, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
"Is she still awake?" the old man asked.
Old Sect Master Pei knew who he was referring to and said, "The little girl is still sleeping."
"Eight hours," the old man said, "is too long."
"She was in good spirits last night," Old Sect Leader Pei smiled, "a lively, bright-eyed, very smart little girl."
The old man said "Yes" and said, "Let her sleep. When she wakes up, let her come find me."
"Okay." Old Sect Leader Pei nodded.
But after he went back, he waited and waited. Xia Zhaoyi never woke up. Seeing her sleeping face, calm and peaceful, and looking very good, unlike a nightmare or coma, Old Sect Master Pei took a book and put it on the table just like last night.
Stand by.
The old man was also waiting, his eyes calm, looking at the large screen facing the door.
The "stars" in the sky are moving slowly, the stars are complicated, and the horses are trying to catch up, but it is difficult to match them.
He glanced at it, his eyes unmoved, and he didn't think of the hexagram.
What I was thinking about was the horoscope on the night of June 11th.
Six stars gather in the southern sky, causing trouble in Zhongzhou.
Two years ago, when his apprentice decided to go north, the horoscope the night before was opposite.
The eight stars of Jiang and Chu were scattered in all directions on the day they were supposed to meet, and five of them gathered in Ziwei Yuan, corroding the Tianzhu, causing all the damage.
Whether it was the night of June 11th or the night before the apprentice left, the two horoscopes were divided and separated, which was a rare disaster.
It was precisely because the stars were so fierce that night that his disciples wore blue clouds and crane robes, and with a disbelief in ghosts and gods, went to pray to the sky and watch the stars and coins fall.
Now, apart from the small-scale corresponding evil formations one after another, if the old man chiseled out the pillars one after another underneath them, if all the positions where the pillars were erected were turned into a star, suspended in the sky.
, then these directions correspond to the eight stars of Jiang Chu.
If this reflects the stars of that night two years ago, it is not true, because many corpses were buried two years ago, or even five years ago.
The previous occurrence of this star phenomenon was recorded one hundred and thirty years ago.
Among the great evil stars, there are also evil formations, which are extremely malicious.
Coincidentally, the corpse carved out of the most critical pillar was almost the same as his disciple's current face.
This coincidence makes me shudder.
The old man lowered his head and looked at the book in front of him.
Suddenly he raised his hand and turned the book over, with the book facing up.
He doesn't like to beat around the bush and doesn't have the patience to crack it one by one. The most direct and straightforward way is to directly deal with it and overturn it.
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At noon the next day, Xia Zhaoyi finally woke up from his dream.
She had never slept for such a long time, the sky was dark, the earth was dark, the earth was endless, but she didn't feel tired or heavy at all, and she didn't even have a dream.
The old sect leader Pei had gone to rest, and the headmaster Jiang was sitting in the room calculating accounts. He was afraid of disturbing her, so he did not set the abacus, and it was hard work reviewing the drafts.
From time to time, disciples would come in, report money to Manager Jiang, and send notes to the warehouse to collect the money.
Manager Jiang was usually stingy, but now he gave generously, giving as much as he wanted, and even asked with concern whether it was enough.
People were coming and going, and it was extremely lively. The frost and snow in front of the door had long been trampled, and the soles of shoes were brought in. There was dirty silt inside and outside the door. Fortunately, from time to time, disciples would come over and clean it in time.
A large screen was placed in front of Xia Zhaoyi's bed, which was specially blocked, so when Xia Zhaoyi woke up, Manager Jiang and the others didn't notice.
Xia Zhaoyi was a little hungry, but she was curious about what Manager Jiang was doing, so she didn't say anything.
After listening for a while, she understood that these were temporarily borrowed from the Yuanhe Sect, and the person who borrowed the money was... the master.
"My master wants to buy so many things?" Xia Zhaoyi finally spoke up, a little surprised.
As soon as Manager Jiang heard this voice, he immediately turned around and said, "Miss Ali, are you awake?"
At the same time, he urged the disciples around him to bring her water and soup.
"My master bought so many things, what is he doing?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
Although the old man is simple and cold, he is not poor at all.
Even if the old man is willing, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as rich as a country.
A piece of jade he casually used for stargazing and arranging, if he took it to the market to find one of the same size, it might cost a thousand taels of gold.
Not to mention, the jade veins, gold mountains, and silver mines in this world are all waiting for him, as long as he is willing to walk a little more, use a little more brains, and work a little more hard.
However, he looked down upon it and had no interest in it. More importantly, he did not want to destroy the balance between heaven and earth.
"Not only did he buy things," Manager Jiang said after answering questions, "my elder also hired many migrant workers."
Xia Zhaoyi became more and more confused and said, "Why?"
"They are all on the mountain," said Manager Jiang. "They are gathering together to distribute tools. The elders are going to dig through the Qianqiu Palace."
Xia Zhaoyi "..."
This, this handwriting seems a bit too big.
The young disciple brought hot water, Xia Zhaoyi took it and thanked her, put it next to the bed, and then stood up to get dressed.
She couldn't find the clothes and didn't know where she had put them. She only found a robe. She put on the robe and came out and said, "Where is my master? Where is my master now?"
"The elder is making plans," Manager Jiang stood up and said, "Miss Ali, you are not in good health yet, please wear more clothes."
With that said, he hurriedly ordered the young disciple to get some clean clothes.
"Drawing?" Xia Zhaoyi paused and said, "I understand. Master is drawing construction drawings?"
"Yes." Manager Jiang said.
After the young disciple got the clothes, Xia Zhaoyi thanked him and went behind the screen to put them on. After asking where the old man was, he ran to find him.
The old man is indeed drawing construction drawings. The structure of Qianqiu Palace is complex, and not all places can be excavated. After all, it is a large cave. If something is dug accidentally, it is very likely to cause collapse.
After digging out what needs to be dug, he still has to fill it in.
It can be seen that generations and hundreds of years of hard work have gone into this place, and even now, there are still people who regard it as their own territory.
But the old man was determined not to keep it.
In his long life, he has never destroyed or destroyed other people's things. He has encountered even more sinister and evil things, and he is just a passing by.
Xia Zhaoyi found the old man and looked at the meticulous construction drawings drawn by the old man. She stood aside and just called "Master" and remained silent.
I don’t understand why Master wants to deal with this Qianqiu Long Palace, but it is really a pleasing thing to watch Master draw.
The pen used is not an ink pen, but a graphite pen made by the master. The lines are extremely thin, one horizontally and one vertically, measured with a ruler.
After watching for a while, Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyes, looked around, and then walked out the door.
Just as he stepped out of the threshold, he heard the old man say, "Shen Lie went down the mountain and left the day before yesterday."
Xia Zhaoyi paused and looked back at him, "Shen Lie is gone?"
