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Flying in the sky at night, Gong Wunian looked down at the young man with reddish ears in his arms, and suddenly thought of teasing him: "You two are really easy to deceive, if I am not the master of Mount Lanke, I will deceive you to other places. Where is it? Believe whatever you say?"

The tip of the reddish ear moved, and after a moment of silence, he said, "No."

"Oh? No?"

"How can we be so insignificant as ours to be deceived by our master?"

"Maybe it's because you value your appearance? Some ghosts only like you who are simple and beautiful."

Returning to the scene, his eyes were a little dazed, and he opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, so he didn't speak at all.

After speaking, he arrived at the place, Gong Wunian landed in the Xiaodong Pavilion, and put him safely on the ground.After all, Shen Lan was still a disciple, and he was a little tired from fencing the sword for a long time. After walking a few steps, he fell limply on Zhong Gui's body.

It was bedtime and no one was around.Gong Wunian valued Gui supporting Shen Lan: "Go back and rest."

"Yes."

Returning back to look up at Gong Wunian again, and then turned around with Shen Lan.He still wanted to say something more, and wanted to say a few more words with this master who only met once.

What might be said?

"Return."

Master is calling him.

Returning to a halt, he turned his head and saw the wind blowing Gong Wunian's hair and sleeves up, and heard his voice low and gentle under the night: "Cultivate one way, don't seek speed , for a long time. And I practiced in Lankeshan, not focusing on talent, but focusing on character. Do you understand?"

"Disciple...understand."

Even though the return is so firm, the result is always unsatisfactory but I never thought of giving up.

But in the bottom of my heart, I was afraid of being expelled from the mountain because of my low talent. On the surface, I was a little embarrassed when I was ridiculed by my fellow disciples, and I was helpless when I saw the reproach and regret in Elder Pang's eyes. When Shen Lan carefully comforted her, she felt lost.

It was washed away by this sentence.

He seemed to hear the sound of running water.

……

The next day.

In the morning, the disciples of the Xiaodong Pavilion were going to gather at the dojo. Elder Pang had already instructed them to re-attribution, so they had to stay in bed and rest.But he didn't stay in bed, but got up an hour earlier than Shen Lan to start studying, and when the time came, he called Shen Lan up again to let him go to the assembly.

After finally getting Shen Lan off the bed and urging him to wash up, he reluctantly went to the dojo, and then returned to the table to pick up the scroll and read it carefully.

——The charm root, which grows in the dense forest in the west of Yaochuan, is often taken by those who practice illusion, which is helpful for cultivation.Ordinary practitioners use it with caution. Although the charm root is a plant, its smell is good at attracting distracting thoughts in people's minds. If the mind is not firm, it is easy to be fascinated by it.

Zhonggui was about to carefully look at the picture drawn on the other side of the scroll when a black shadow flashed in front of the door. He thought it was Shen Lan. He said, "What's left behind?"

Did not hear back.He looked up again, only to see a corner of the school uniform.

Not Shen Lan?Everyone is practicing in the dojo at this time, who will come here?

After thinking about it, he put on his boots and went out to look, only to find that the figure was heading towards the west bedroom in a daze, his steps were stiff, and his posture looked a little strange.Looking at the somewhat familiar figure from behind, Chonggui frowned and called out uncertainly: "Chen Ying, is that you?"

The figure didn't stop, as if he didn't hear it, he walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind his back.

Chen Ying was always at odds with him, so he stood back for a while, but he still didn't go to ask again, and went back to the room.

He quickly settled down and didn't rest until noon.

Shen Lan came back from lunch and saw Chong Guiduan sitting in front of the desk, she couldn't help but sighed: "So what if you just rest for two days, it's nothing serious, why bother working so hard?"

"Since you go to the mountains to practice, you should always reflect on yourself. Besides, it's just studying, how can you call it hard work?"

Shen Lan rolled his eyes, he had long been used to returning to this ascetic monk's appearance, and if it was someone else, he couldn't help but have to say a few bitter words about returning to him.He put the lunch box on the dining table, and waited for Chong Gui to come over after packing up the books, then opened it, and put the bowls and chopsticks for the two of them.

"Today I have sweet and sour fish, your favorite, eat it quickly!"

"Thank you."

"Thank you very much, thank you all the time... Thank you again, I won't let you eat!" Shen Lan glared at Zhonggui before picking up the bowl and chopsticks and starting to eat.

At this time, inside the Qingshi Platform.

A day and a night passed, and the seven elders sat cross-legged in the hall without moving.

Gong Wunian lay on her side on the couch, watching them quietly.Without anyone by his side, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a lot, showing a sense of alienation.

After he left the customs, he felt that his whole body was full of spiritual power, and his realm was much higher than before.But at the same time, there are some dull pains on my body, which are extremely slight, and I don't know if it is because of the long-term retreat.And... During the 200 years of retreat, he seemed to be in a coma, without any memory.So, how did the cultivation level increase?How did the boundary break through?

Furthermore... His perception has always been keen. Although he has turned around the familiar places inside and out, he always feels that something is missing. After careful investigation, there is no result.

But the memory before the retreat is obviously very complete and there are no omissions.

the last point……

The spinning stone in Gong Wunian's hands stopped for a moment, and Gui Gui's serious face flashed before his eyes.

He looked down at the position of his heart, his eyes were a little unclear.The first time he saw the return, his heart stopped for a moment.The feeling was so strange that he didn't react immediately.

When he was exploring the pulse for returning, he carefully looked at the face of returning.

Between the two—there is no front.

Gong Wunian flicked two fingers, the chess piece fell back on the board, rotated a few times and landed in one position.He didn't look at it. He got up and walked around behind the seven people, rubbing his chin and thinking: "Are you still awake? Could it be...to embarrass them too much?"

But he said that after the seven entered meditation, it took a day and a night.

At the beginning, I saw Yaochuan, went to the human world, went to a fairyland surrounded by colorful clouds, and finally went to an abyss wrapped in flames. The ferocious ghost wanted to poke its head out of the magma, but was quickly suppressed .

While the seven people were amazed, the sky and the earth began to shake, and when they came back to their senses, no one else was seen.

They are separated.

This is not over, and soon they found that the place they were in became a little strange.

The sky and the earth, the sky and the sky, and the earth and the earth began to become distorted, the clouds and the abyss merged, the monster river and the human world bordered, the monster beast stepped on the bricks and tiles, and under the magma, there were countless evil spirits. human life.

Although the seven people were in different positions, they all felt worried at the same time. With such a sea of ​​knowledge, could it be that Master has lost his temper?

But thinking about the state of seeing Master, it's not like that.

The seven people were in it, even though they knew it was only in the sea of ​​consciousness, they couldn't watch those living lives being swallowed up, so they shot one after another.

But the current situation is different from usual, they have no enemies, the world is the enemy.

The monsters they rescued from the magma slaughtered mortals in a blink of an eye, and the mortals they rescued abandoned their own kind in order to survive.

Distorted, chaotic, and rising evil thoughts and anger, like a large net woven by black mist, covered the sky.

Who should they save?Who should be killed?

The seven people were confused, but everything in front of them didn't allow them to stop, and didn't give them time to think.

As soon as my heart wavered, I let go of my strength.

Soon, Pang Kui was engulfed in magma, and the hot temperature made him scream, and he was swallowed by the magma before he even had time to close his eyes.Then came Shui Yunhan, Lin Yuan, Wang Buhui, Qingfeng, and finally Zhaoyan and Mo Tingchan.

Seven people died tragically in Gong Wunian's sea of ​​consciousness in severe pain.

It was silent for a long time in the dark.

When he opened his eyes again, his consciousness had already returned to the main hall of Qingshi Terrace.