Star Observatory
After Chu Yan came out of Dongfang Bieyuan, he hurried out of the capital city and rushed to Wangyunpo on the outskirts of Beijing. The Guanxing Tower was built on this Wangyunpo, which can be said to be the tallest building within hundreds of miles.
The master often studies the astrology in this observatory, sometimes sending some observation results into the palace every ten days and a half months, or every three and a half months.
The father didn't believe this very much, and he didn't care much about the results of the photographer's observations, and sometimes he didn't even look at it.
This is also the reason why photo masters have sent observation results to the palace more and more in recent years.
Chu Yan didn't believe it in the past, and he only regarded it as nonsense about the fate of the heavenly stars, but now he believed it.
He wanted to ask the master, what should he do if he wants to cut off the connection between a person and his previous life
No matter what you want him to do, no matter what price you have to pay, he will do whatever it takes.
The star-gazing building closed the door tightly. He knocked for a long time before a yawning young man came out to open the door.
The young man didn't know Chu Yan, let alone a young man, he was a teacher, and he didn't know Chu Yan, after all, he had never seen him before.
"Who is the son looking for?" Seeing that he was dressed gorgeously and gracefully, the boy didn't dare to neglect, he was very polite.
Chu Yan said, "Can the teacher be here?"
The boy shook his head: "The master is not here, is there something urgent for the son?"
Chu Yan frowned: "When will he return? I have important matters to ask him."
The boy apologized: "I'm really sorry, the master has traveled all over the world, how long I can get back, I really can't tell."
Chu Yan's heart was cold, "Then how long has he been there?"
The boy had the final say, and said, "It's been more than half a year without saying anything."
"Does he say where he is going? If he brings a letter back?"
The boy shook his head: "The master never talks to the disciple when he goes out, nor does he bring letters to the disciple.
Chu Yan was unwilling, "Can I go in and have a look?" Maybe the photographer would leave something like books that would help him.
The young man is generous: "Of course, the master said, as long as anyone wants to come to the observatory, they can come and go as they please, and the books inside can be read at will. If you have anything to ask, you can leave the handwriting and address in the writing book. , When he comes back, he will answer and reply one by one."
Chu Yan entered the star-gazing building with his youth. He had heard of this star-gazing building many times, but it was the first time he came back.
In his previous memory, the photomaster had the same status as the god stick, but this has become taller again.
It turns out that the mystery of the world is beyond people's imagination, and the theory of constellations once edited by the master is not just imagination.
It's just that the world is dull and only willing to believe what they want to believe.
Whatever you don’t want to believe, even if you have evidence, you won’t believe it.
Today, if Bai Zhi hadn't taken out those things, he had seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, how could he believe it? You can't believe it if you kill him!
The star-gazing building has a total of three floors, the first floor is the living room and living room, and the second floor is the study and library. On the third floor is the Star Observation Deck, where the astrologer will watch the stars at night.
After seeing each floor, Chu Yan returned to the study on the second floor with a white cloth covering the desk.
After the white cloth was lifted, there were pens, inks, papers, and inkstones on the table, as well as an unfinished picture scroll.
The things were placed randomly, looking like the owner had just used it up, and he hadn't had time to tidy up.
The ink in the inkstone had dried up long ago, and the paintings were so mysterious that he couldn't understand them at all.
"What is this painting?" Chu Yan pointed to the painting and asked the young man on the side.