When Bu Feng's mind turned back from that unique tranquility and serenity, the night had completely receded. Although the black curtains were thick, through the curtains, one could still feel a trace of bright and fresh sky light.
Until now, his mind could not help but stay on the Taoist method that made him feel at ease. Since that night, Long Jiutian solemnly poured the Taoist method for cultivating energy into the divining wind. In the back of his mind, he never, in fact, didn't have time to refer to the thought method that gave him some hope. Although he was busy, there was another kind of worry in his heart, he was afraid of disappointment!
At this moment, the feeling of tranquility seemed to still linger in his heart. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if his spirit had sunk into a deep sleep, and everything was peaceful.
Those incomparably mysterious scriptures flashed slightly and naturally in his mind one by one, with an indescribable feeling, as if those mysterious scriptures also brought a strange rhythm, he vaguely Yue felt that these scriptures and seals were not just a set of calm and mind-cultivating formulas, it was an intuition—
Savoring that quiet feeling, Bu Feng felt that he no longer had to worry. After his body fell asleep, his restless spirit would lead him to look at the ruler of the future. That kind of tranquility was something he had never had before. The feeling is completely different from the exploration of the spiritual world a few days ago, one is extremely dynamic, and the other is extremely quiet. Although both made him far away from that annoying future, the taste in it is hard to find. In a word.
Even up to this moment, that sense of tranquility still lingers in his heart, and the restless world around him seems to be much quieter now, and Bu Feng actually feels that he can't feel the restlessness anymore, it seems that he All of a sudden, he became much duller. This kind of feeling surprised him who was always calm. All he needed was such a quiet!
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The traces of true energy filling the body of the meridians gave Bu Feng a feeling of refreshment, combined with the fresh sky outside the window, unexpectedly gave Bu Feng an illusion in an instant, as if, this is This is the life I have been looking for all this time, quiet and satisfying.
The slightly dazed Bu Feng stared at the ceiling, and after a while, he sighed softly. Now he was getting closer and closer to his previous life goal, but this kind of near happiness made his heart rise. I felt an uneasy feeling, as if I was afraid, afraid that these were just illusions, afraid that the life that was getting closer and closer turned out to be a dream, afraid that I would suddenly wake up from the dream...
No matter what, with the apprehension in my heart, a strange feeling also rose from the depths of the dead gray heart, sour and slightly astringent, but this sourness made me feel as if I could wipe it away. Get rid of the paleness in his heart, and gently paint a warm color there.
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Moving his gaze down from the ceiling, Bu Feng unconsciously fixed his gaze on the ring on the little finger of his right hand. At this moment, there was still a faint luster on that ring, but, compared with before, at this moment The luster of the body is much warmer, not as cold as before. Bu Feng knows in his heart that this is only because the unified energy fluctuations emitted by the spirits that were tuned by the whole last night suppressed those gloomy breaths. The breath on the weird bones disappeared.
Regarding the strange bone, Bu Feng always had a strange feeling. Some time ago, when he first came into contact with the ring, he seemed to be able to sense something from the strange and long and narrow bone. , Vicissitudes and deepness, it seems that it is not something in this world at all.
It's just that, for some reason, since I came back from Hong Kong, I haven't felt those feelings these days, I just feel a little gloomy.
Thinking of this, Bu Feng couldn't help lowering his head again, and looked under the collar, focusing on the necklace that appeared inexplicably.
On his neck, under the slightly loosened collar, a silver necklace hung there lightly, a slight cold feeling spread to the touching skin, that cold feeling did not make Bu Feng feel anything wrong It feels comfortable, even slightly comfortable.
The shape of the necklace is very simple and simple. It is just a silver chain with some indistinct carvings on it, forming slight thread-like silver carvings. The overall look is nothing but simple and simple. As for the other features, if there is any difference between them, it is that the silver chain is in the middle, that is, the position leaning against Bu Feng's chest, and there is a small gap indistinctly, but it is not very Obviously, if it wasn't close to the skin, Bu Feng wouldn't be able to feel it. He vaguely felt that there should be something else there, and the chain didn't seem very complete.
He had also thought about the events of these days, and this inexplicably appearing necklace.
Since that night in front of the exhibition hall in Hong Kong, he saw that silver light cluster, and fell asleep unconsciously in that strange feeling, and woke up again. He was already at Dongfang Chunyue's home. At that time, This silver necklace has already appeared. Dongfang Chunyue and Long Jiutian didn't say anything to him about this necklace, and with his own personality, he naturally didn't bother to ask. Thinking about it now, although it was a bit strange, it was nothing.
Shaking his head again, Bu Feng gave a rare self-deprecating smile, and said to himself: What do I think about these things
Then, he raised his head, stood up and walked to the window, closed his eyes, and felt the faint skylight coming in through the thick curtains. After about a few minutes, Bu Feng opened his eyes, raised his body, and pulled the corner of the heavy curtain, as if he wanted to lift it up. Then, he looked back at the dark room and paused slightly. After a while, the hand holding the curtain was slowly let go, and he looked at the faint brilliance of the skylight outside on the curtain with some reluctance, finally sighed, turned around and took a few steps, opened the door, and nodded. He went out without looking back.
He just wanted to leave his room temporarily. He was afraid that he would be careless, so he couldn't help opening those heavy curtains. Although he had been looking forward to it, he also knew that once the sunlight entered his After the quiet hut, everything will change. That quiet and safe little hut will never come back, and my life will also change, whether it is good or bad.
He is looking forward to change, but at the same time, he himself is afraid of change.
Thinking about these messy things in his mind, Bu Feng walked casually in the city with his own footsteps.
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Looking at the familiar campus not far from the street, staring at the school motto engraved on the huge stone carving not far from the school gate, Bu Feng was slightly taken aback, unknowingly, he came here again. This is the second time in these days, he thought silently, his eyes staring at the school motto drifted to the gap in the metal school gate, standing there quietly, looking inside through the school gate, looking at those inside. Students, look at the distance that is so close.
Looking at the figures passing by in the opposite campus, seeing those figures laughing and walking around the campus with relaxed steps, feeling the youth and vitality in every move, Bu Feng suddenly I was a little crazy, and couldn't look away for a long time.
After a long while, Bu Feng slowly withdrew his gaze, staring unconsciously at the street in front of him, staring at the traffic crowd coming and going, with mixed feelings in his heart, some sour feelings rose from his heart uncontrollably, an impulse As a result, the thoughts that have not been influenced by impulse for many years seem so fragile at this moment. The confidence that has been gradually accumulated these days is intertwined with the impulse at this moment, and in one go, the concerns immersed in the depths of the heart are driven out, and the longing that is suppressed in the bottom of the heart is released, even though it is only a little bit. .
He took a deep breath, lifted his right leg and was about to walk forward, his eyes fixed on the opposite side of the street, on the school gate where people were coming and going.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the whole street, and under the dust raised from the road, there was a bit of determination behind that lonely figure.
At this time, a familiar voice came from not far away, and there was a trace of uncontrollable surprise and joy in that graceful voice.
Bu Feng was slightly taken aback by this voice, and then there was a trace of gentleness on his icy face. He stopped, turned around, and looked behind quietly. At this time, there was no trace of gentleness on his face. It was cold, but those who were familiar with him could see a trace of flowing warmth from the depths of those icy eyes.
Not far away, Oman, who was wearing a dark purple coat, quickened his pace and walked up. After looking at Bu Feng briefly, he couldn't help but say that it was a deep hug. Bu Feng has long been used to Oman's way of expressing his excitement. He just patted Oman's shoulder quietly, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from Oman's body. He looked like Oman's elder. , but after seeing Xia Tian following Aman, there was a slight smile on his face.
Gently nodded towards Yan Tian who was submerged in a pile of large and small bags, Bu Feng's eyes showed deep sympathy.
Seeing Bu Feng's slightly joking expression, Yan Tian was taken aback somewhat unaccustomed to it, then couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly, when had he ever been in such a mess.
However, after Oman turned around, this wry smile immediately turned into a sincere and happy smile, against his fiery red hair, that smile looked exceptionally brilliant.
The rapid change of Yan Tian's expression made Bu Feng also astonished.
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"I already knew you were back yesterday, how is it? The trip to Hong Kong seems to be very rewarding."
Oman looked at Bu Feng carefully, his gaze stayed on the ring on the little finger of Bu Feng's right hand, his brows were slightly frowned, and he asked in a low voice: "This seems to be a ghost weapon, right?"