east corner

Return to not know where he is.

In just a moment, he was no longer in the dojo.There was no master, nor Shen Lan, and the surrounding area was covered with mist. Such a scene reminded Chonggui of the former Lanke Mountain.

Even though the incident happened suddenly, Huihui actually wasn't too worried.He only thought that it was because of the blue pattern drawn by the master that he entered this illusory place. Perhaps this was the test of the master for the disciples.In short, there is no danger.

Unable to tell the direction in the fog, he picked a direction at random and walked forward.

Returning to staring at the flowers and plants under his feet, he kept walking, and kept walking. He didn't know how long he walked, and his steps slowly stopped.

For some reason, the further he walked, the more uncomfortable he felt. He couldn't tell what kind of discomfort it was.

The fog cleared a little, and he returned to a mansion.

There are two huge bluestones standing in front of the door, one on the left and the other on the right.He looked up, the gate was empty, without a plaque.

Pushing the door open and entering, I found that this place has been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds, almost covering the road under the corridor, and the house has long been dilapidated. Old and dusty veils, and gray cobwebs everywhere.

At that moment, a wave of anger rose in Huigui's heart.

It seems to be angry that this place has become so run-down.But this anger was quickly dissipated by the blankness, he had obviously never seen what this place looked like before, and he didn't even know what this place was at all.

Chong Gui has never been an emotional person, and Shen Lan always said that he looks like a stone man no matter what, he doesn't like to cry or laugh, but for some reason, his consciousness is always easily affected these days.

He frowned, looked around, took a step forward to tear off the old veils, and found a stick to poke off the cobwebs. It took a long time to collect the dirty things in a room. At the same time, the returning face was already dirty. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and made a tactic with both hands. After waiting for a long time, his face turned red from holding back, and a tremor appeared between his fingers. A quivering little flame.

Chonggui exhaled lightly, and led the flames to the corner of the veil, and soon the fire was lit up, and within a short while, the dirty things on the ground were burned clean.

The house is only slightly better than before.

Chonggui searched around the yard, found a broom, and began to clean carefully, refusing to let go of any corner. He moved all the tables and chairs that had been eaten by moths outside, and cleaned half of the place. It took hours and hours before the huge house was cleaned up to look like it.

And this is only one house, and there are many houses behind it, and a large yard covered with weeds waiting for him.

Returning back seemed not to be tired, and walked towards the next room with the broom in hand.

Although he didn't even know whose mansion this was, he felt in his heart that he should clean it up.

……

Mo Tingchan and others are paying attention to the changes of the disciples in the audience.

They recognized the blue pattern, it was an ancient technique called chasing heart.

The most important thing for a cultivator is to have a clear and pure heart.And questioning the heart is to constantly bring out the worries and fears in people's hearts, repeat them, and let them see, hear, and experience them over and over again.To put it more clearly, this is actually a technique used by ascetics to break obstacles.

It's just that this technique was originally used on one's own body, and only Gong Wunian's cultivation level can set up a chasing heart for Ruoqian's disciples.

Another important function of this technique is that the caster can see the heart of the castee, which is obviously killing two birds with one stone at the moment.Otherwise, with Mo Tingchan and others' understanding of Master, he would rather sit down and preach with words, ears, and eyes.

For a moment, the chaotic spiritual consciousness of thousands of disciples poured into Gong Wunian's sea of ​​consciousness, Gong Wunian sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly closed his eyes.

The heavier the consciousness, the lower it will be pressed down, and the clearer the heart, the higher the consciousness will float.

Gong Wunian didn't look at the lowest and highest ones first, but only looked at the complicated spiritual consciousness floating in mid-air, some, he just glanced at them and stopped looking at them, and some, he looked at them but Squinted.

"This seat is not in 200 years, any kind of dirty things can run up the mountain..."

Gong Wunian snorted lightly, and had already seen a piece of divine consciousness in mid-air.He closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and looked down.

Among the group of consciousnesses, there was a dusty, small but solid one that sank to the bottom, which gave Gong Wunian an inexplicable sense of familiarity.He paused slightly, and bent down to look.

Sure enough, he saw the return figure.

Such a simple little guy, how can there be any melancholy that is so sinking that he can't float?

Gong Wunian was a little curious, touched her fingertips, and was pulled in with a flick of her figure.

He raised his eyes and saw Chong Gui's busy figure.

The boy was already sweating profusely, with a dirty and red face. He was holding a broom with his head down, sweeping the house seriously.The yard is full of dilapidated tables and chairs.

Gong Wunian looked carefully, and found that Chonggui frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy.It wasn't until another room was cleaned up that the displeasure on his brow faded a bit.

Chonggui couldn't see Gong Wunian, so Gong Wunian stood aside, watching Chonggui tidy up from noon to midnight, when he occasionally used spells, it was always extremely difficult, which made him look even more tired.Even after returning like this, he didn't stop, and after another hour, he cleaned up all the houses, stood in the yard with a broom, wiped his sweat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Those eyes became brighter and brighter under the bright moon. Perhaps it was because all the houses had been tidied up so that Chonggui could relax a little. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, revealing a shallow smile.

…Does this little guy have such a heavy spiritual consciousness after cleaning up?

For the first time, Gong Wunian felt a little puzzled.It seems that there is always something hard to see through the returning body.

But looking at the happy and contented appearance of returning, thinking that once the moonlight night is over, it will enter a new round of reciprocation, and the effort of returning to this day will be wasted again, and it will see the original appearance of this mansion again, Gong Wunian thought unexpectedly Some can't bear it.

He returned to the sea of ​​consciousness and decided to unravel the spell.He has already seen what he should see, the first time he was chased by Shi Zhuxin, no disciple can break through the barrier by himself, so it's better to end it sooner.

Just as he was thinking this, he looked up and saw the divine consciousness floating at the highest point, far away from everyone.

Gong Wunian already knew who it was.

It was the young man who always followed Huigui, Shen Lan.

When they met for the first time, Gong Wunian had already seen through his true face, but he didn't point it out.

Seeing that although Shen Lan's spiritual consciousness is light, it is floating above the weight and does not move, which shows that there is a connection between the two.Gong Wunian narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't look again.

With a wave of his hand, the disciples' consciousness left his sea of ​​consciousness and fell back to their respective foreheads.