Broken Weft

On the night when Jiang Yan, the liberal arts top scorer in the college entrance examination, filled out his application form, a thunderous spirit walked away, and his soul traveled through the Song Dynasty during the reign of Renzong and became the young Han Qi. My father died and the family was poor, leaving me an orphan in a poor family. Spring was just around the corner, and an invisible death situation had already been quietly laid. Along with rebirth, there is also a pair of celestial eyes that can see the fate of all living beings and read all the historical evaluations of the ages. Others are refining elixirs and refining qi, believing in destiny, the magicians in the court are bewitching the king through prophecies, and evil spirits are causing trouble in all directions. Han Qi did not practice alchemy and only practiced Confucianism and Taoism. The resolution of unjust cases accumulates awe-inspiring purple energy, relief from disasters and famines strengthens the foundation of benevolence, and assists famous ministers in settling the fate of their fate. Seeing that Bao Zheng is protected by the blue sky, he can ward off all evil; When you meet Wang Anshi, you have the power of change, and you can work together to make progress; Following Fan Zhongyan's implementation of the New Deal, he learned the supreme method of worrying first and then rejoicing; Accompany Di Qing on the battlefield, absorbing the spirit of iron-blooded killing. Miao Xinhe's ray of tenderness was eventually defeated by the ups and downs of the world; the companionship of Cui's sword spirit was an obsession hidden in Yu Perry for half his life that he could not let go of. The war broke out in the Song Dynasty, the Liao people watched, and the Nong Zhigao rebellion swept through southern Xinjiang. The sorcerers of Qin Tianjian lied about the way of heaven and wanted to sacrifice their lives to stabilize the destiny of the country. Han Qi stood in the court, used the wat to measure people's hearts, his pen and ink as weapons, and a memorial as a piece of paper turned into a rule of heaven, using human laws to break the false destiny. The Eye of Heaven is the key to survival in desperate situations, but it cannot be relied upon forever. When the temple is stable and the borders are safe, he will eventually give up his magical power of observing luck and rely not on predicting fortune or misfortune, but only on his character, moral integrity, and witnessing the right path in the world. The rise and fall of the world never depends on the predictions of the sky, but in the hearts of all people.