The Sword Cultivator Forced to Transfer

Hearing Feng San's words, Ye Wushen woke up from the dazed mood.

He raised his head, looked at the painting scroll that fell in front of him, and reached out his hand reflexively to catch it.

The moment his hand touched Hetu Luoshu, a strong white light flashed, Ye Wushen's eyes were narrowed by the light, and there was only this pure white world in front of him.

"scare!"

in the real world.

Ye Wushen opened his eyes abruptly.

He looked around in front of him, startled for a moment.

I saw-

At this moment, Ye Wuchen sat cross-legged in the extinguished fire pond with his legs crossed, surrounded by bright radiant fire crystals like rubies.

Seeing this, Ye Wushen was stunned. So, is he still where he is?

You have been in the firepit all the time, haven't you left?

nor……

The experience of being taken away by the Golden Crow?

It turns out that from here on, you've already been in an illusion without knowing it?

Ye Wu sighed deeply, and glanced around, seeing that Yan Yue and Fang You were lying on the ground at this moment, with their eyes closed tightly, as if they had fallen asleep.

"They were also pulled into the fantasy realm of Hetu Luoshu just like you." Fuxi's voice sounded faintly, "However, they are not as lucky as you."

"The illusion of Hetu Luoshu consumes too much vitality for them, so it will be difficult to wake up for a while." Fuxi said.

Ye Wu heard the words deeply, but did not speak.

He just lowered his head, looked at the volume of Hetu Luoshu in his hand, and remained silent for a while.

The vicissitudes of life, the big dream of yellow beams.

In the fantasy realm, he spent a full 1 years.

In this world, it's just a blink of an eye.

As he said before, the illusion is false, but the experience in the illusion is real.Those 1 years of experience made him a little bit overwhelmed now.

But, obviously...

Ye Wushen noticed something strange.

Although at this moment, he can recall the experience in the illusion, everyone and everything.But that feeling, the sense of reality and emotion experienced personally, seemed to be far away from him in an instant.

There is no genuine touch, no emotion.

It's as if...

An outsider in general.

Standing on the sidelines, looking at these things rationally.

This strange feeling of indifference and alienation immediately made Ye Wuchen a little panicked.

But he didn't think about it, why was he panicking?

Don't think about it, don't want to think about it.

Is it because of... fear?

Is it because you have really invested in your emotions and moved your true feelings, so you can't face the parting at the last moment?

Knowing that it is an illusion, that it is a false person and thing, but it is unavoidable to invest in it with sincerity.

Because I cared, because I was moved, because I got along day and night, because I loved...

That's why it's so hard to accept parting.

However, at this moment, Ye Wuchen was even more alarmed to find that he no longer even felt this sad parting feeling.

Fuxi looked at the panic on his face, sighed, and said: "This is what Hetu Luoshu did, you have experienced too long in the illusion, if you don't dilute the five senses and six emotions you have experienced this time I think it will be bad for you in the future."

"You... don't need to pay too much attention to it." Fuxi looked at him and said

Ye Wu pursed his lips when he heard the words.

On the slightly pale face, the expression was a bit dazed, as if he hadn't completely escaped from the illusion.

It made him look childish and pathetic.

Seeing him like this, Fuxi sighed inwardly.

A look of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Who..." After a while, Ye Wu said in a hoarse voice, "Who gave you the right to do this?"

"No need!" he said.

"I don't need your kindness!"

In the end, Ye Wuchen almost suppressed and shouted out this sentence, "I can do it."

"I can!"

He bit his lip, his face pale without a trace of blood.

I can get through it, I can tell the difference between the real world and the illusion, I don't need your kindness at all!Unnecessary!

Ye Wu lowered her head, and covered her face with her hands.

Don't let anyone see the emotion on his face.

He has never been as depressed as he is now...

Countless sad but helpless emotions have accumulated.

In the bottom of my heart, fermentation.

Those roaring and clamoring emotions that want to be vented.

But in the end, it can only be suppressed continuously.

restrained.

I can only try my best to pretend that nothing happened, nothing happened.

Ye Wuchen tightly grasped the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, lowered his head, and bit his lip.

The black hair like crow feathers hangs down from the ears, blocking the emotions on his face.

After a long time.

Drops of water dripped down.

In front of him, Fuxi, dressed in green clothes with a transparent and illusory figure, looked at him with pity and compassion flashing in his eyes.

He looked up, wanting to give him a hug.

But belatedly discovered that he... couldn't do it.

He doesn't even have a body now.

It's just an illusory shadow that can't be touched, let alone give him a hug when he's sad.

Thinking of this, Fuxi inevitably felt a little depressed.

He withdrew his outstretched hand and let out a long sigh.

Then he turned around and sat down in front of Ye Wuchen.

He stretched out his hands and picked up the Fuxiqin that was resting on the ground in front of him, laying it flat on his knees, playing the piano with both hands, and plucking the strings.

The faint sound of the piano, the sound of weeping.

Complaints and complaints come from the heart.

Just in time for this situation——

"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin……"

"Leaning alone on the railing window, the bright moon is desolate...

"When I think about it, I feel like crazy..."

"It's like a dream, it turns into nothingness..."

-

I don't know how long has passed.

Ye Wushen moved his stiff body, raised his hand, and tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeve, but—"Gulu, Gulu."

Something rolled out of the sleeve.

Ye Wuchen looked up and saw a red-gold irregular gold stone rolling out of his sleeve.

Eh! ?

Ye Wushen stared at Jin Shi, who rolled on the ground a few times before stopping still, and opened his eyes.

This is……

The sun's red gold he picked out in the illusion! ?

Ye Wushen's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't care less about being sad, and was extremely surprised.

How is it here?

Isn't it fake! ?