Two months later, in the secret room of Dadu Tongfu, Lu Ye and Fu Wei sat across from each other.
The latter looked bitter: "Brother, if you don't tell me what exactly counts, how can I calculate it?"
The half-year period agreed with Fuwei had come. Lu Ye saw that his energy and blood were very good recently, so he called him over and asked him to perform a divination for him.
Lu Ye has never had a clue about the transformation path of the talent tree. At the moment, he can only place his hope on Fu Wei to see if his methods can show him a clear path.
But the problem is stuck here. It is impossible for Lu Ye to tell Fu Wei about the talent tree. Fu Wei is at a loss. 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 said it was your business.
Fuwei felt a headache: "Senior brother, let me ask you a few questions, and you try your best to answer them."
"Yes!" Lu Ye nodded.
"Is this related to your practice?"
Lu Ye nodded.
"It has nothing to do with fighting?" Fuwei asked again.
Lu Ye thought for a while, the talent tree itself couldn't be used in battle, but many dao patterns could, such as the talent tree clones.
"There is some connection."
Fuwei became even more confused. It was both related to practice and fighting. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the Panshan Sword on Lu Ye's waist, and he suddenly looked thoughtful.
Could it be that what senior brother wants to count is Tao soldiers? For a monk, this is the only thing that is related to both. Monks rely on Tao soldiers to combine Tao, especially Lu Ye, who is currently cultivating Tao integration, and is about to face this problem.
Dao soldiers will also play a vital role when fighting against others.
With the direction, he seemed much more relaxed, nodded and said: "Senior brother, wait a moment, let me try!"
As he said this, he turned his hand and six tortoise shells suddenly appeared.
The last time he made a fortune, he used three tablets. This time he seemed to be more serious than last time.
As Lu Ye watched, he saw Fu Wei throw the six tortoise shells in front of him. The tortoise shells did not fall to the ground, but were suspended in mid-air, each following different trajectories and directions, lingering around Fu Wei's body.
Just like last time, he looked solemn and muttered something.
The six rotating tortoise shells rotated faster and faster, gradually forming an airtight barrier around him, with many complicated patterns flowing on it, which looked unpredictable.
At first everything was normal, but at a certain moment, Lu Ye suddenly noticed that the aura on Fu Wei's body had become unstable, and his face suddenly turned pale.
It was at this moment that Fu Wei suddenly opened his eyes.
But his eyes lost all black, leaving only a piece of snow-white, trembling violently.
He seemed to have seen something incredible, and there was a look of extreme fear on his face, and he suddenly screamed: "Oh my god!"
His body fell backwards suddenly, and the back of his head hit the ground hard with a sound.
There was a crunching sound, and the six tortoise shells hanging around his side were all shattered into pieces. A huge scar suddenly ran across Fu Wei's chest, with bones visible and blood flowing.
Lu Ye stood up quickly, picked him up and hid him behind him, raised his hand and pulled out the Panshan knife, and looked around cautiously.
But no matter how he searched, he found no trace of invasion. The entire mansion's restrictions and formations were all intact, and from the beginning to the end, Yuan Xi, who was sitting in the city, did not react at all.
"Senior brother..." An 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. His whole body was extremely weak, his body was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were 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 talent tree's transformation. Why did it suddenly happen like this?
And since it wasn't a sneak attack, what happened to Fu Wei's injuries?
During the questioning, Lu Ye did some research and his expression suddenly changed.
There is a power that is very familiar to him lingering on the wound of Fuwei!
The power of mourning!
Looking at the entire inner world, only Shang can exert his power, but Shang is Ba Qiu's Taoist soldier, how could he hurt Fu Wei? And in a place like this.
"I..." negative Wei opened his mouth, recalling the scene he had just seen in his mind. It was difficult to accept it for a moment, but this was what he saw. To the Bu clan, what he saw was real.
"Senior brother, you and Ba Qiu will have a battle...a battle of life and death!" His tone was heavy.
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 received the guidance of the old patriarch. But Ba Qiu was the fate of the old patriarch. They share life and death, honor and disgrace. If the two fates had a battle, wouldn't it mean that he and the old patriarch would fight?
The confrontation of destiny?
No matter what the outcome of such a confrontation is, he is not willing to accept it.
"What the hell did you fart!" Lu Ye suddenly said angrily.
Not to mention that there is a huge gap in strength between him and Ba Qiu at the moment, and there is no possibility of confrontation. Let’s talk about their relationship with each other. There is no grudge at all. Why do they have to fight to the death?
Moreover, the relationship between Li and Shang is also very good. If this relationship continues, let alone becoming friends in the future, they will not become enemies.
"I didn't ask you to help me calculate the direction of my future practice. Why 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 Huan Qing's incident, 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 will be no sworn hatred.
, it will not lead to life and death.
Then he suddenly remembered that Ming Yue Lun had asked him to help him avenge himself. After being rejected, Ming Yue Lun made it clear that some things would happen even if he didn't want to.
At that time, Ming Yue Lun had a premonition that she was broken, and the person she wanted to take revenge on was undoubtedly Ba Qiu.
First there was the bright moon, and now there is Fuwei. 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: "A lot of 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 it 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 Fu Wei see it? Is it possible to say that the talent tree can be manifested after it transforms again?
The roots drooped down, entangled in the void, and devoured Ba Qiu's Taoist soldiers.
Shang is a treasure! Can the talent tree swallow it?
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 Fuwei 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 attitude 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 him that Fu Wei suffered this time. He himself would be severely weakened after this divination, 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,
With 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 very 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 death left by the sword from the future was much weaker than what he had endured before.
Therefore, it only took three days for the power of sorrow in Fu Wei to be completely resolved.
He was 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.
Lao Bu and Fu Wei have talked a lot about Ba Qiu, so Fu Wei certainly knows how cunning and difficult the power of Shang is.
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 person on the same level as Ba Qiu wants to resolve it, he will 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?