What is it like to look at each other with a self floating in the air
Especially this "self" is still cold, with frost and snow in his eyes, as if he has some deep hatred with this world.
Anyway, Cheng Qian was a little creepy. He involuntarily took a step back and said, "What the hell is this?"
As soon as this thought came to mind, the "Cheng Qian" floating in the sky that day had already floated over like a ghost, raised his hand and hit him in the face.
Cheng Qian: ""
Of course, even if he was startled by this thing, it was not so easy to be hit by a small shadow. Cheng Qian moved slightly under his feet, and in an instant he had already floated about ten feet away and landed outside the house. He looked strangely on the wall. After Yan Zhengming was in a hurry, he took back the "ghost" in the ring: "What is this?"
Yan Zhengming held his forefinger in his mouth.
Li Yun immediately jumped out to "share the worries" for the senior brother in charge, and said eloquently, "It's an imitation spirit."
The so-called "fake spirit" naturally corresponds to the "true spirit". All things have spirits, such as ancient jade and ancient wood, which may become essence after a long time. Take those that have aura but have not yet become essence, plus A few simple spells can create such an imitation.
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Although imitation spirits look like real people, they have no perception and consciousness. They can only do some mechanical things. Some imitation spirits that are sharp objects are aggressive, but most of them can only do one move, and some can do something. Little things like sending letters or serving tea and pouring water, in short, are of no great use except to coax mortals.
"I know that thing is called imitation spirit," Cheng Qian said in confusion, "why is it?"
Although Cheng Qian didn't think his face was worth anything, he couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw this little imitation spirit that looked exactly like him. He frowned and asked, "Looking like this?"
Yan Zhengming was in a hurry, covered Li Yun's mouth with his hand, and finally defended himself in front of the donkey: "Because I thought of you when I saw the copper coin, so I carved one without thinking, what the hell, you Don't think about it too much."
Li Yun thought happily from the side: "Hmph, the more you describe it, the darker it gets."
"What am I thinking about?" Cheng Qian squatted on the wall and asked more suspiciously, "Besides, didn't you carve the copper coins yourself?"
Fake spirits can only be derived from raw materials, and polished second-hand goods are not acceptable. This is common sense. Cheng Qian also seems to always know what he should know, but he is very clear about what he should not know.
Yan Zhengming was speechless for a while, and he felt ashamed of being caught in the middle of it, and the person who caught him was still stunned, and watched without a word.
Cheng Qian: "And what did it plan to do when it raised its hand just now? It wants to play two tricks with me?"
Li Yun easily broke free from the stiff senior brother, and said in a leisurely manner: "Slap people in the face, it's like a spirit, if you don't recognize people, it will slap whoever is in front of it."
Yan Zhengming: ""
Cheng Qian listened, his face that had been calm and calm was finally a little shocked, he frowned and thought for a while, and asked cautiously: "Elder Brother, did I do something that shouldn't have made you misunderstood? I don't slap people or scratch people's hair or face."
"No, that's just." Yan Zhengming tried to explain feebly at first, then he recalled it and found that Cheng Qian was teasing him again, and suddenly felt that he, the senior brother, could not go on, pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Get out of here for me. Come down!"
Afraid that the world would not be chaotic, Li Yun quietly took the words of his senior brother: "That's just because the senior brother did not make any mistakes when he made this imitation spirit."
Yan Zhengming: "What's the matter with the innocuous little mistake!"
Li Yun smiled "hehe" and added: "He came to be someone who could accompany him in the middle of the night to talk and talk about the sleepless feeling of being alone."
Cheng Qian: ""
He was suddenly a little embarrassed for no reason, and felt that the second senior brother seemed to have turned a circle and pocketed himself.
In particular, the four words "Lonely Pillow and Difficulty Sleeping" are a bit off-putting no matter how you listen to them.
Li Yun, who had spent some time with his senior and junior, felt that he had obtained great joy both physically and mentally, and happily let the senior senior brother swing his sword into a stick, chasing him all the way to beat him out.
Yan Zhengming: "I have to let you know how many eyes Ma Wangye has today!"
Li Yun: "Hey, senior brother in charge, it's boring to be angry and angry."
Yan Zhengming beat Li Yun all the way from the inner yard to the front yard, and met the surprised eyes of a few servants outside who were cleaning the fallen leaves. Then he stopped in his tracks, solemnly raised his face, and slightly adjusted the front of his clothes. Wandered all over the place.
Li Yun smiled and staggered the distance from him by a shoulder, and ran up to him and said, "I just want to make Xiao Qian laugh."
Yan Zhengming heard the words and said, "Oh, if you tease him, you will make fun of me? It's really yours, Li Yun."
"Senior Senior Brother Sect Master has a lot of them, so naturally he won't care about me." Li Yun pretended to flatter him not very sincere, then he paused, became slightly serious, and said, "You don't find that , Little Creep has not changed, but I always feel that he seems to be less popular this time when he comes back."
Yan Zhengming took a step.
Li Yun continued: "Look at that kid, although he used to cause trouble, and he didn't seem to deal with anyone, but he had his own spirit, unlike now, when you can't see him at a glance, he's just like he doesn't exist. He's alive."
"Hmm." Yan Zhengming responded, and then told Cheng Qian's experience to him in a few words.
The more Li Yun listened, the more serious he became.
Yan Zhengming: "What?"
"I've never heard of such a thing," Li Yun pondered, "Who is this Tang Zhen?"
Yan Zhengming said, "I listened to Xiao Qian."
Li Yun waved his hand: "Don't just listen to him, don't you understand your own junior brother? Whoever is kind to him, he can go through fire and water for anyone, sometimes he may not think too much, and he may not take it to heart when he thinks about it. ."
Yan Zhengming said sarcastically: "Isn't it, you are clever."
Li Yun rolled his eyes at him: "The soul-devouring lamp is a terrible thing, even a person like the master even tore up his own portrait when he lost his wisdom, not to mention that senior Tang was trapped in the soul lamp. After hundreds of years, what kind of will is that? Tsk, I'm just a coward anyway, don't care if he's kind or malicious, it's a bit scary to think about it, let's talk about Xiao Qian - he must not tell you the truth, Ju Lingyu How can he cultivate the spirits of heaven and earth and be refined by manpower? This is so outrageous, he must have suffered a great catastrophe, and maybe there is more than one.
Yan Zhengming: "I'm going to beat him to death!"
Cheng Qian sat alone on the wall in Yan Zhengming's courtyard, looked down and saw the weeds on the wall, and suddenly remembered that "withered tree meets spring".
The wild flowers and grasses in the stone crevices moved slightly, and after a moment's delay, they suddenly woke up and seemed to be full of vitality. With Cheng Qian's intentions, long vines grew, and the fine white flowers bloomed gradually, and they were a bit burning. meaning.
Cheng Qian suddenly had a thought that he had never had before, and he thought, "I'm alive."
Yan Zhengming, who had come to threaten Cheng Qian to death, had just stepped into the small courtyard, this situation hit his eyes, and instantly turned his anger into a pile of fly ash, Cheng Qian raised his head and smiled at him when he heard the sound. : "Should I go too?"
Yan Zhengming silently looked at the little white flowers on the wall. He couldn't lose his temper, and he didn't want to let him go like this, so he picked things up and said, "Grey wall with white flowers, is it a mourning? Quickly change me a color."
Cheng Qian smiled and said, "Negotiate with it yourself."
Said, he flipped down from the top of the wall as if in shock, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.
Yan Zhengming stayed on the spot, thinking of Li Yun's statement about "Xiao Qian is not alive", he was a little puzzled, suspecting that Li Yun was thinking wildly again, then he walked directly to the base of the wall, and pointed like a knife, cut two bunches of flowers and carried them. I went back to my room and found a bottle to keep it up.
At sunset, Yan Zhengming was still worried, got up and went to the small bamboo forest.
Cheng Qian was meditating, but Yan Zhengming didn't disturb him and walked around the room.
I saw that no one had moved between the bed and mattress, and the one in the study was still on the inkstone table, not even the tea on the shelf, and there was only a cup of cold water on the table.
Yan Zhengming frowned at first, looked at Cheng Qian quietly for a while, and then thought: "What kind of place is the ice pool in Mingming Valley?"
After sitting in a place where the dripping water turns into ice for forty or fifty years, it seems that it is really difficult for him to jump around immediately.
After Yan Zhengming thought about it like this, he couldn't bear to be harsh anymore.
In the breeze and bamboo forest, the consciousness of the head seal hanging on his chest seemed to be a little clearer. Yan Zhengming was quite beneficial in it for the first time, so he just quietly entered meditation on the side, and submerged the Yuan into the head seal.
He was still on the front wall of Tiansuo, letting the consciousness in the head seal lead him into a deeper place. When the consciousness was connected, those small fragments flashed before his eyes again.
Only this time, Yan Zhengming felt that he was more than just a spectator, and the joy and sorrow in it all suddenly seemed real, making him involuntarily immersed in it, and gradually, he even forgot both.
He saw Island Master Gu again in countless scenes - it's not surprising, Yan Zhengming is not like Cheng Qian, he has never seen the real body of Master and Master, and among the people of the previous generation who had close contact with Fuyao Mountain, He knew a Gu Yanxue.
Island Master Gu seemed to be much more refined than when he saw it. He stood opposite a middle-aged man. He saw that the man's temples were slightly white, his eye sockets were deep, and there was a large stone like water between the two.
It is the Qingan Residence in Fuyao Mountain—the one in Chengqian Courtyard.
Gu Yanxue was saying something quickly. A thin hand was placed on the stone, and he looked at the man opposite him with worry and shook his head, but the strange man just listened silently and did not respond.
Yan Zhengming suddenly felt a strong feeling in his heart. He always felt that this unfamiliar middle-aged man had a close relationship with him. Slowed down in dazzling eyes, he found that Island Master Gu was opposite him at some point.
Yan Zhengming immediately understood that he was in the position of the strange man just now, and he seemed to be on someone's body. He was startled and was about to try to leave. The next moment, a huge sadness suddenly submerged from the top of his head. , like a sharp knife, nailed him there without warning.
At the beginning, Yan Zhengming knew very well that this strong emotion was not his own, and he wanted to break free from it.
But that kind of despairing sadness, deep-seated hatred that has nowhere to go, Yan Zhengming happened to have experienced exactly one, the foreign emotions resonated with his heart, and he couldn't help being taken away after a while.
Unparalleled solitary anger, deeply repressed, unable to ask, a heart-wrenching pain of being ripped off by scales
At this moment, an icy coldness suddenly burst in, making Yan Zhengming feel a chill, he suddenly woke up, and the next moment his eyes flew, he was once again ejected with the head print, and his chest was still full. In the violent ups and downs, there was a faint sound of thunder in the ears.
Cheng Qian was startled by a muffled thunder. Yan Zhengming's cultivation just passed a bottleneck, which is a good thing, but he seems to have not stabilized yet, so he was led by something to improve abnormally, which almost led to a small calamity. Said, there was still a red light flashing between his eyebrows, as if he was running too fast, which vaguely alarmed some inner demon.
Cheng Qian told him that he couldn't wake up, so he had to force a piece of true essence into his back, which dragged Yan Zhengming out of the meditation.
Seeing that he was still stunned, Cheng Qian wanted to pat him on the face, but as soon as he raised his hand, Yan Zhengming leaned back reflexively.
Cheng Qian shook his hand helplessly in front of his eyes: "Senior brother, look more clearly, I'm not the one who slaps people. If I don't hit you, are you awake?"
Yan Zhengming's ears were buzzing, but he didn't hear what he said at all. His Yuan came out, but people still didn't know what day it was, and the sadness lingering in his chest lingered for a long time.
He suddenly grabbed Cheng Qian's hand and held it down fiercely. There seemed to be a voice in his heart roaring angrily: "This is mine, and none of you want to take it away!"
The unfamiliar eyes saw Cheng Qian's heart startled, as if a hungry wolf was dying.
In an instant, the thunder in his ears seemed to be approaching again, Cheng Qian did not dare to delay, a fine frost condensed on his other hand, and flicked between Yan Zhengming's eyebrows with a "smack", making the hair on his forehead all dyed finely. Frost: "Senior Brother!"
Yan Zhengming's whole body jolted, his eyes softened suddenly, his hands loosened suddenly, and he raised his head with a bit of confusion: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong?"
Cheng Qian didn't answer, and when he listened to the thunder outside, he calmed down a little and frowned: "I still want to ask you what's wrong, what do you want to do to improve your realm? Just now, what kind of heart did Xiao Tianjie encounter? Are you crazy?"
These words suddenly reminded Yan Zhengming of the throbbing that was hard to ignore. He felt guilty for some reason, and he avoided Cheng Qian's sight, making an excuse: "Well, I just met a memory in the head seal, Maybe a little bit affected."
Cheng Qian listened to his description carefully, and said with certainty: "The person you saw should be Lord Beiming, who is the old master Gu Island Lord said, is he?"
This answer is not unexpected. Yan Zhengming estimated when he was in the head seal that the strange man was either the master or the master's real body. At this time, he was absent-minded, and his heart was full of unfamiliar emotions.
Seeing that his face was not good, Cheng Qian stopped and said, "I think you should rest for a while?"
Yan Zhengming was also uncomfortable. Hearing this, he immediately got up and said, "Well, I'll go back to sleep."
Cheng Qian wondered: "Didn't you come here to enjoy the cool? After sleeping here, I won't fight for the bed with you."
"No cough, no need," Yan Zhengming's voice suddenly became a little dry, and he casually excused for a reason, "Your pillow here is too hard, I can't get used to it, let's go."
Said he didn't even look at Cheng Qian and ran away quickly.
Cheng Qian raised his hand and called the pillow over, stretched out his hand and squeezed it, only to feel that the senior brother in charge was becoming more and more unreasonable - is he going to sleep in a ball of cotton
At this moment, a small bird the size of a slap suddenly came in like a cannonball, and plunged into his arms, and a crisp female voice came from the bird's mouth: "Ouch, big ah? Third Senior Brother, Senior Senior Brother Did you give this yard to you?"
It's actually a puddle.
Before Cheng Qian could answer, he saw the bird jumped up and jumped three times on the spot with the hair on Cheng Qian's arm, shouting, "I'm mad at me! I'm mad at me! I can't change back. It's gone!"
Cheng Qian hadn't had much contact with women, so he was always uncomfortable facing the young junior sister who suddenly grew up, but it was much easier for her to become a bird at this time, and asked, "What?"
"I met a bastard on the way, coveting my aunt's beauty, and set a trap to catch me! I gnawed and bited for a night before I broke the broken net and ran out. Now I can't go back!" The puddle jumped twice as if venting his anger, "I'm going to burn that bastard to death!"
Cheng Qian raised his palm to wrap around her little bird's head, touched the fluff of his hand, and asked, "Who is it?"
The puddle rubbed him aggrievedly: "I don't know."
"I'll take you to the second senior brother to see what he can do," Cheng Qian said, "I heard that there are constant wars outside, so don't go out alone in the future."
Shuideng bowed his head slackly: "When can I become a powerful monster?"
These words sounded very familiar, Cheng Qian remembered that when he was a child, he was always restless at night, thinking all day long when he would become a powerful man who calls clouds and rains.
He couldn't help but smile, and just wanted to comfort the little sister.
Then I heard the puddle complaining very unhappily: "As soon as I turned into a bird, someone always tried to beat me. Why didn't there even a dick who came to molest me when I was in human form? Are those people blind? Really pissed me off!"
Cheng Qian: ""
He felt as if he had misunderstood why his junior sister was angry.
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