Chapter 627 Measuring the Outline of Fate
Zhou Qingfeng's words came to an abrupt end and he disappeared completely.
Fang Xiu stood there in silence. After a moment, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's still haunting as always."
Then, he began to comprehend the law of fate.
Picking up the enlightenment stone and turning on the double speed, he soon entered a state of enlightenment without distraction.
This time, he found that the long river of time in the dark seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, and there was an extra branch, and that branch was fate.
Time is the carrier of fate, and fate is the change of time. Only with the past, present, and future in time can there be the so-called fate.
When he used the law of fate to condense the traces of time, he found that the two were surprisingly similar and even overlapped.
By analogy, Fang Xiu quickly comprehended the traces of time. In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
Traces of time - 60,000!
He integrated his understanding of the law of fate into the trace of time, and condensed 10,000 new traces of time again. So far, his own time acceleration has reached three times the speed!
Of course, the one month here is only the time used to condense the trace of time. It took him five years to comprehend it.
The more time the trace of time is condensed, the harder it is. Even if it has been in the state of double speed, it still takes a long time, but everything is worth it.
"I'm stuck in a bottleneck again."
Fang Xiu found that he could only condense 60,000 traces of time with the help of the law of fate. If he wanted to practice, he needed to experience time more deeply with the help of fate.
And the way to do this is also very simple, that is fortune-telling.
The two supreme powers of time and fate are combined to see through a person's past, present and future!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take out an ancient book from the Nether Ring, the title of which was Tianyan Xianjue.
Tianyan Xianjue is one of the treasures in the Sutra Pavilion of Xuyue Palace, which records a technique of deducing the secrets of heaven called Tianyanshu.
Fang Xiu had never met a master of the secrets of the Nine Provinces, so he didn't know whether the Tianyan Xian Jue was considered a profound skill among the masters of the secrets of the heavens, but it didn't matter. He now had the power of time and destiny, which meant that he had mastered the essence of deducing the secrets of the heavens. The so-called technique was just an extension of the great way, a means of showing the great way.
Whether the method was brilliant or not also depended on who used it.
Just like the same straight punch, the damage caused by a child's punch and a Tyson's punch was completely different, and the straight punch here was the technique, and the way was the foundation of the puncher himself.
What he needed now was not a very brilliant method of deducing the secrets of the heavens, but just a method that allowed him to deduce the secrets of the heavens.
Jiang Mengyue, who had been snuggling with Fang Xiu for more than half a year, naturally noticed his actions, because the other party put the book on her body and used her as a desk to read.
Compared with Fang Xiu's rude behavior, she was more concerned about what book the true god was reading.
After all, it has been posted for half a year, and she has gone from being ashamed and angry at the beginning to being indignant, and then reluctantly accepting it, and completely accepting it. She has become completely accustomed to it.
People are like this, they always accept new things quickly, only zero and countless times.
Jiang Mengyue was surprised to find that the true god was looking at the art of deducing the secrets of heaven. She thought Fang Xiu would take out some god-level skills to comprehend, and then she could also benefit from it, but she didn't expect it to be such an obscure art, and the name looked very familiar. How come it seems to be a collection of Xuyue Palace?
Fang Xiu was flipping through the Tianyan Xian Jue without distraction. With his current strength, he has already reached the level of photographic memory. After all, he is already an immortal body, beyond the mundane, and can remember everything he sees.
About an hour later, he memorized the contents of the book by heart, and even completely comprehended it.
This is not a difficult task for him who has time, destiny and the enlightenment stone.
Then, he began to experiment. He slowly reached out to Jiang Mengyue and grabbed her white, jade-like, boneless little hand.
Jiang Mengyue's body trembled. Although her more private parts had been touched by her, it was the first time they held hands in half a year.
"You...what do you want to do! I tell you, if you dare to mess around, I will explode immediately!"
"Look at the palm."
Fang Xiu replied calmly. In fact, he would not reply in the past, and even give a slap, but he did not do it this time, because he knew that Jiang Mengyue looked weak, but in fact she was much more ruthless than Li Xinghe. At least she really exploded when something happened.
In order to prevent Jiang Mengyue from misunderstanding and exploding directly, he explained it very considerately.
"Look...at the palm?" Jiang Mengyue was stunned. She was a little unconvinced. Was it really as simple as just looking at the palm?
Soon, she felt a warm big hand rubbing her small hand. Every line on her palm and every inch of skin was controlled by that big hand. The strong strange feeling made her feel ashamed and angry.
But after a moment, the big hand withdrew, and Jiang Mengyue breathed a sigh of relief. But the next moment, she froze all over and almost couldn't help but explode.
"What are you doing again!"
"Bone touching."
"Damn scoundrel! You are clearly taking advantage of me. Stop... Stop now, don't go any further! Please... Don't..."
Jiang Mengyue's ashamed and angry voice was almost begging, and at this time, Fang Xiu finally stopped.
His calm voice sounded: "I thought that a woman who could become a demigod would be at least different from an ordinary woman, but I didn't expect that you would always think about sex. Don't worry, I don't have any thoughts about you. It's just that the fortune-telling techniques recorded in the Tianyan Xian Jue are face reading, palm reading, and bone touching.
The human body is very strange, and the outline of destiny is hidden in it. I am just measuring the outline of your destiny, that's all."
If Fang Xiu hadn't been afraid that Jiang Mengyue would explode and delay his research, he would have been too lazy to explain.
However, it would have been better if he didn't explain. This explanation made Jiang Mengyue even more ashamed and angry.
Are you measuring the outline of destiny? You are clearly measuring the outline of my body!
You measure me, but blame me for thinking too much? You have already started directly. I don't want sex, what else can I think?
A man is doing this to a woman, what would a normal woman think?
Jiang Mengyue held these words in her heart and didn't dare to say them out loud. First, she felt that as a woman, saying such words would damage her innocence, and second, she was afraid that Fang Xiu would go too far.
Fang Xiu felt the warmth on his fingertips, which was the fate information collected from Jiang Mengyue. He activated the power of time and fate, and used the other party's fate information to perform the art of heaven.
He pinched his fingers with one hand and deduced the secrets of heaven!
The next moment.
Boom!
The scene in front of him changed, and his eyes seemed to cross the long river of fate in the dark, extending to the past, present, and future.
Indistinctly, he seemed to see a baby girl being born, babbling, toddling, growing up, going up the mountain to seek the truth, practicing hard in seclusion, emerging as a proud girl, fighting for life and death, famous in Nanyue, admired by thousands of people, and... the master of Xuyue Palace.
In a short moment, he seemed to see the growth history of Jiang Mengyue, watching how she became a demigod step by step from an ordinary person.