Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

"Si Ming! Wangshu will be okay, right?" Xihe looked at Siming as if seeking confirmation.

Siming was not too sure either, he only said: "The clone did a divination in the human world, asking about the fate of the tribe members. The previously unclear divination turned into a good one after seeing something strange in the sky, which means good things will come after bad times."

Xihe understood that the crisis of the gods was over. Then she seemed to think of something and brought Siming to the star map in the main hall.

"Calculate for me now. I want to know Wangshu's future."

Siming and Yuebai have been friends for many years, so he naturally had some concerns and did not refuse.

Divination.

The hall suddenly became dark, with only the star disk emitting a faint light. Siming kept making seals with his hands, and ancient divine texts floated out from the star disk.

After a long time, those golden divine patterns suddenly shattered into gold powder and scattered down. This had never happened before.

Xihe asked anxiously: "How?"

"No result." Si Ming covered his uncomfortable heart and suppressed the fishy sweetness overflowing from his throat.

“Why is there no result?”

Xihe was not satisfied with the answer and looked at Siming with an unfriendly expression. She couldn't help but think that Siming was not careful enough or lacked the ability.

As a good friend of Xihe for many years, Siming could of course understand the meaning of Xihe's eyes.

"You should be clear about my abilities. Besides, I will never joke about fate." He was worried about Yuebai, but also felt a little aggrieved by Xihe's suspicious look.

Sima Ming simply ignored Xihe, used a dust removal technique, and cleaned up the messy surroundings.

Unable to bear Xihe's gaze on him, Siming reminded him, "There are two possibilities for no result. One is that she may not live long enough to see the result. The other possibility is that her ending is not what we can predict."

Xihe could barely accept the second result, but it was not like they could get whatever result they wanted.

He could only worry secretly, but after all, Xihe also had things to do, so he had to leave the Fate Palace with a heavy heart.

"puff……"

After Xihe left, Siming finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The star disk quickly turned into a human form and supported Siming to prevent him from falling.

"Master, why didn't you just say that Sister Wangshu would die?"

Of course, the horoscope knows what the results it predicts will be.

"If Xihe knew that Wangshu would die, she would change his fate at all costs. Even though she always told Wangshu that the dead cannot be resurrected and he should look forward, she still cherishes her sister Yueshen very much."

Siming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked in the direction where Xihe left, thoughtfully.

"But, Master Wangshu can prevent everyone from perishing."

Xingpan's eyes were crystal clear, with the cruelty unique to a child. Siming couldn't bear to look at those eyes. In fact, Xingpan should be the one who truly knew the destiny, and Siming relied on the clues given by the Xingpan.

So it can be said that the horoscope is more like a god than the god of destiny, because the horoscope will never have emotions and can weigh all the pros and cons to make the best choice.

"You won't understand, but it's a good thing that you will never understand." Si Ming sat down on the ground, not caring about his image at all.

Then he passed the message to his clone.

The master of Qiankun Pavilion had been waiting for news from Siming, so when he received the news, he immediately notified all the elders to gather in Tianji Hall.

By the way, he also sent a letter to Aze who was in the Sword-Asking Sect next door, inviting him to join in. After all, Long Jun is also a legitimate god.

At that time, Aze was supervising his disciples practicing sword skills in front of the square of Wenjian Sect.

The paper crane carrying the message fell into Aze's palm and immediately turned into a letter.

After reading the contents, Aze said directly to the elder beside him: "I have to go out for something, I'll leave this to you."

The elder nodded in agreement, and when he looked up again, the sect leader had disappeared.

When the elders of Qiankun Pavilion arrived at Tianji Hall, they looked at the Pavilion Master who was sitting at the top and did not speak for a long time, as if he was still waiting for someone.

"Master, do you know who else is coming?" The second elder asked, unable to contain himself. After all, they also wanted to know why the celestial phenomena were so abnormal last night.

And it is true that the number of monsters in this area of ​​100 miles has suddenly increased. I don’t know what impact it will have on them, and I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Just as the Great Elder was about to ask, the Pavilion Master suddenly looked towards the door.

"coming."

When everyone looked over, they saw that it was the Sword-Wen Sect's leader whom they had all seen before.

"Master, I am sorry to bother you." Aze bowed.

"Mr. Long, please take a seat." The Pavilion Master pointed to the table next to the one next to him and motioned for Aze to take a seat.

After the man in the white robe and silver belt took his seat, everyone finally got down to business.

"I called everyone here this time because the intention from a few days ago has come to fruition." After saying this, the Pavilion Master paused, glanced at Aze, and slowly said, "This is a very good sign, and good times will come after bad times, because the Moon God has shown mercy and sent down the moonlight for all things to cultivate their spirits."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, but only Aze suddenly clenched the wind chime in his hand.

What about the safety of the goddess? If the goddess really consumed such a huge amount of divine power, would it really be okay?

But now the Pavilion Master is still discussing with the elders of Qiankun Pavilion. Aze knows that the Pavilion Master of Qiankun Pavilion called him here because he has news about the goddess to tell him.

So he waited slowly, until finally the elders of Qiankun Pavilion left one after another.

The Pavilion Master looked at Aze.

"Please follow me, Lord Long."

The Pavilion Master gently moved an inconspicuous vase on the desk, and the screen behind the main seat immediately turned around, revealing the steps below.

The Pavilion Master went down the stairs again, then turned back and motioned for Aze to follow. After both of them went down, the Pavilion Master moved the mechanism to return the screen to its original position, blocking the entrance.

Aze then began to look around. It was obvious that this was a retreat cave, but he didn't think that discussing the topic of the Moon Goddess required going to such a secluded environment.

As if he could see what Aze was thinking, the Pavilion Master smiled apologetically and explained, "It is not me who wants to call the Dragon Lord, but Sima Ming himself."

After saying that, the Pavilion Master waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared on the wall. It was Sima Ming who was in the divine world.

"Lord Dragon." Siming saw Aze and said directly, "I calculated the hexagram about the Moon God and it was an empty hexagram, no result."

Aze ignored Siming's words and only asked: "I feel the spiritual power in the moonlight in the room has the power of blood. Is the goddess okay?"

Although Aze was also concerned about what the so-called empty hexagram meant, the most important thing at the moment was the safety of the goddess.

"Bloodline?" Siming didn't feel it. They just thought that the blood moon was just like the one on the bank of the Wangchuan River. It was caused by Wangshu's overdraft.