After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

Ten Xun stones opened the secret realm, and it happened that Ah Zhuo won the title of five good disciples, and he could also enter the secret realm. The head teacher asked them if they were separated or together, and the two answered together by coincidence, but the head teacher didn't say anything else.

The head teacher stood in the courtyard of the back hall of Yingxia Peak, standing quietly with his eyes closed, standing from early morning to sunset, many petals and dead leaves fell on his shoulders.

When he blew lightly, the petals and withered leaves fell, and the only leaf that had turned yellow was not blown off. He picked up the leaf and threw it into the air, and the smoke and clouds rolled around, slowly rolling out layers of stairs.

"Find a comfortable place to meditate with peace of mind after entering. No matter what happens, don't open your eyes. After seven days, your cultivation will be greatly improved. Remember, don't touch anything." , he threw the leaf in his hand, and the entrance disappeared.

There was smoke on both sides of the stairs, and looking up at the void above, Ah Zhuo looked back: "It turns out that 'Niao Fei Jue' is hidden in that yellow leaf?"

"No, it changes every time, and the headmaster can't be sure where it is hidden. It all depends on chance. He stood in the yard for a day, and countless flowers and leaves fell on him. The leaf that couldn't be blown off was the entrance to the secret realm, but Next time, it will definitely not be the same leaf." Jing Zun stretched out his hand to hold him, "You can meditate at ease later, and I won't accompany you."

"Did you come to the secret realm for another purpose?" Ah Jue could tell.

"Yes, I want to find the Taiji Yinyang fish." He thought for a while, and told Ah Zhuo half of the truth, "The spiritual weapon of the former demon master is a rare treasure, and I want it."

It is indeed mentioned in the book that Mozun Jing's half-lamp spirit weapon is called the Zhitu halberd. It turns out that the Zhitu halberd belonged to the previous Mozun, but didn't the senior brother ask Hu Yiqing to make the spirit weapon before? smoothly?A Zhuo thought to himself, then said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, I'll be distracted when you're around." The two of them had already climbed the stairs, and the road they walked slowly disappeared. The original void turned into a green grassland with blooming flowers, with a bubbling stream beside it, and a rainbow hanging from the sky.

Jing Zun took him to a broad-leaved tree, where sheltered from the wind and rain, the scent of flowers wafted from the nostrils, and the spring water was roaring. He pressed him: "You are right here, close your eyes, and let the spiritual power continue to flow into the world." Xiao Zhoutian, if you go out in seven days, you should be able to reach the Golden Core stage, and if you are lucky, you may even reach the Nascent Soul stage."

Ah Zhuo sat down obediently, looked at him, and stopped talking.

Jing Zun sighed: "Your people... and your family members, they lose their freedom, but they don't have to worry about their lives. After they come out, it's not necessarily the case."

"I see." A Zhuo squeezed out a smile.

Jing Zun thought for a while, and said again: "Although I don't want to interfere with your freedom, I still hope that you will not do things in vain."

Ah Zhuo didn't respond, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to circulate his aura.

As soon as Fang closed his eyes here, the scenery in Jing Zun's eyes began to change. The sunny and sunny green grass gradually withered and sunken as time passed, and the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. After a while, the wind and snow blew up, and the snow covered his face hair.

The scenery of the four seasons is constantly changing, the snow on his hair just fell, and seeing the scorching sun, he raised his sleeves to block the sun, and then he put down his sleeves, and the snow fell again.

And the meditating person opened his eyes.

A pair of eyes looked around suspiciously: "How did it become like this in the blink of an eye?"

Jing Zun looked at him wiping his forehead and asked, "What did you see?"

"Sun, such a venomous sun, it's so hot." The junior brother unbuttoned his coat, fanned it with his hands, and glanced at him, "Aren't you hot?"

What Jing Zun saw in his eyes was still snowing.

The younger brother shook off his sweat again, and then loosened the collar of his inner jacket: "Where are the trees, tweeds, and grass just now, why is there no place to cover them at all?"

Jing Zun looked at his expression, this is a junior who doesn't have to pretend to be someone, he doesn't have a city mansion, and what he thinks in his heart is what he says.

Because of this, he couldn't hear what his junior brother was saying, because he had already said everything he thought of.

He looked around, in his eyes, the wind and snow were still flying, but fortunately, he didn't feel cold in the silk, the heavy snow blocked his vision, and something collapsed in front of Xueluo, and after the collapse, a small attic appeared.

"There's a room over there." People around said.

Since the two of them could see it, it was true. Jing Zun led him forward step by step, the wind was blowing bitterly, but the people around him only said that the sun was shining too hard.

Pushing the door open and entering the house, the inside is dark, with faint light visible, and there are always lights and night pearls beside the door, neither of which have been activated or turned on, as if waiting for them to choose.

I was used to using the ever-bright lamp in Zhaoyan Mountain, so Ah Zhuo went to take it, and then paused, thinking that the demons used night pearls for lighting. With a brush, the soft light, as thin as light smoke, slowly spread.

The light shines through the attic. Although the building is divided into upper and lower floors, there is no partition in between. The red veil in the hall on the first floor flutters slightly. There are tables and chairs, and there are stairs behind. ladder.

Going up to the second floor, they saw several rooms. They looked at the door one by one with the name of the night pearl. There was a storage room with a pile of sundries. Bell dangled on the rocker on the bed.

The rest of the room has ordinary configurations, very similar to the house Zhao Yanshan lived in, with tables, chairs, bed curtains, and the bedside curtains are the same as those on the first floor, all bright red.

A Zhuo pushed this room away curiously, and threw his outer shirt on the bedding: "It's still hot, the place where I live is called Furnace City, and it's not as hot as here, and at least there's air conditioning, but there's nothing here."

What's more, they still wear three layers inside and three layers outside, which is really a crime.

He also wanted to untie his inner coat, thinking it was inappropriate, he just picked up a book on the table and fanned it, halfway through the fanning, he saw a picture of eroticism on the cover of the book, and threw it away in shock.

There were only the two of them here, and the curtain beside the bed flicked lightly, stirring up his heart one after another, and he said: "This secret place is really strange."

Jing Zun asked: "How strange?"

"I can't control what I want to do." He gently pulled the belt of the person in front of him, "Are you hot?"

Jing Zun shook his head slowly.

He smiled and said, "Brother, why are you so kind to me?"

Jing Zun said: "Because you are my junior brother."

He laughed again: "Besides this reason, is there any other reason?"

Jing Zun said: "There are more."

With that slight smile, the junior brother stretched out his hand to pull his belt, his brows frown slightly, and the scarf on his body disappeared again.

Jing Zun also smiled faintly, and followed him into the curtain.

The swaying curtains, the wind and snow or the bright sun all become the scenery outside the window.

When the wind stopped and the snow subsided, the scorching heat slowly dissipated, Jing Zun stretched out his hand and gently covered Ah Ju's eyes.

The fragrance of flowers was smelling around again, Ah Zhuo opened his eyes again, and saw that he was still under the tree with green grass.

There is no scorching sun, and even no senior brother.

He got up and walked across the grass, hearing the fluttering sound of swords and swords. On the other side of the stream, the brothers' swords, swords, and flowing magic weapons took turns to fight, fighting... fighting with the air.

The fight was still fierce.

He was embarrassed to disturb him, so he stood quietly by the side, watching the figures that flew up and down at that time. After flicking his sleeves again, all kinds of magic weapons suddenly disappeared, and the brother finally landed and stood firm, walking towards him.

He came back to his senses: "Brother, what you see is different from what I saw?"

Jing Zun looked around and saw green grass, his breath was still a little unsteady: "It's the same now." After a pause, he looked aside, "Did you just open your eyes?"

Azhuo was puzzled: "I'm opening my eyes, but it doesn't seem to be what I want to open. After walking around for a few days, I will open my eyes naturally."

"Well, your cultivation base has been advanced, and this is an intermittent moment." Jing Zun was a little embarrassed, "I mean, you just opened your eyes once when you sat down, didn't you?"

A Zhuo thought about it for a while, and gradually blushed: "It seems to be, so... I encountered an illusion."

"At that time, I hadn't left yet, and it was the same as the illusion you saw."

"What?" A Zhuo suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, then quickly lowered his face, his face turned even redder.

So the red gauze tent in the attic was warm and entangled several times. Although it was an illusion, it was a scene that two people saw and felt at the same time.

He only felt shy when he met people in front of him, and even though nothing happened, he seemed to have kissed skin to skin. Those feelings were so real that people couldn't turn a blind eye to them.

But he was completely ashamed. According to what his senior brother said, he opened his eyes to see these illusions, and that was probably what he thought in his heart.

What would the senior brother think of him?

He lowered his head, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly.

And one hand was pulled, Jing Zun said: "I have selfish intentions, I should have covered your eyes in the first place."

The held hand trembled slightly, there was a hint of joy in Ah Zhuo's eyebrows, Fang Fang raised his eyes, but was suddenly startled: "The attic..."

The attic in the illusion appeared again. Across the stream, the two-story bamboo building was exactly the same.

"This secret realm is easy to trap people's hearts, so the head teacher specially emphasized that you should not open your eyes when practicing inside, because it is easy to see illusions." Jing Zun led him forward, "But it doesn't matter, you already know it is an illusion, just I won’t be confused by it anymore, let’s go in and see what’s inside.”

The two went to the attic again, there was still no partition between the two floors, the door of the upstairs room was open, A Zhuo recalled the scene he had just experienced, his cheeks were flushed again.

He wanted to take the Ye Mingzhu casually, Jing Zun raised his arm to block it: "Take the Ye Ming Pearl again, the scene you see should be the same as before, try another one?"

Ah Zhuo nodded, raised the ever-burning lamp, and lit it with a flick of his sleeve.

The curtain brushed past the eyes, a bright red, slowly falling, the room, the stream, and the grass were gone, only the barren land, and two people were fighting.

It was the two of them, covered in blood, his wind arrow had almost pierced Jing Zun, and the long halberd in Jing Zun's hand was piercing him.

As soon as his hand tightened, the people around him immediately held him: "Illusion."

He didn't want to look any more, and quickly put down the ever-burning lamp.

Everything returned to normal, and there was still a fluttering attic in front of him, he panted heavily: "I never have such thoughts, how could I kill each other with you?"

The author has something to say: Jing Zun: Junior Brother, I have no objection to you taking the Ye Mingzhu again.