This is subconscious, and I only reacted when I heard it after asking, but I couldn't take it back if I wanted to.
He didn't know what kind of expression he had at that moment, maybe it was a frown, maybe it was a light self-deprecating or annoyed, maybe it was just waiting for an answer.
Thanks for watching him for a long time.
At some point, he was almost on the point of saying something, as he repeated in a low voice "like..."
But after saying these two words, he fell silent and spoke again after a long time.
"For example, I want to see when you will remember that you have a master, and I want to hear if you have any bad things to say in person."
When he said this, he had changed his tone, and his fingers lightly pushed against Wen Shi's shoulder.
By the time I heard it, the location had changed. The mountain road behind the corner was still very narrow, he walked in front, and Xie Wen followed behind.
The answer sounded commonplace, and it seemed like a lie because of the long silence.
Wen Shi wanted to look back at Xie Wen's expression, but he knew that even if he looked back at this time, he couldn't see anything.
So he just tilted his face and walked forward.
After walking a few steps, he said, "I have nothing bad to say to my face."
Xie Wen followed behind him, and after a long while, he smiled and replied, "Yes."
Too…
Nothing that can't be said face to face is really bad.
"Junior Brother." Bu Ning's voice came.
Wen Shi looked up and saw that he was a few steps ahead and stopped on a stone platform in front of him. He looked here and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it, and strode over: "What?"
Bu Ning looked at him: "You just looked a little..."
"Something?"
A little lonely.
Bu Ning's words reached his lips, but he didn't say it, because it was just a glance, and those emotions disappeared from the smell, like stubborn stones and dead wood under the heavy snow, sealed tightly.
"It's okay." Bu Ning shook his head.
He was a little puzzled when he smelled it, and was about to ask again, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the scene beside him.
He turned around in a dazed and dazed manner, and could no longer look away—
It was a vast and endless wasteland, surrounded by thick black mist, like a river and sea with no tidal flats in sight.
The stone platform they are standing on now faces this place.
Although they are not far apart, they are like two worlds.
The rocks behind them are densely covered with moss, vines are overgrown, and old pines that are not known how many years old are entrenched in the gaps, lush and lush.
But in the black mist in front of them, nothing grows, and everything they see is lifeless.
Between these two worlds, it is like a transparent barrier. Those black mists floated and flowed like floating clouds, but they never crossed the border, and always turned around when they passed the edge of the stone platform.
Xie Wen stopped behind Wen Shi, his eyes fell into the vast black mist, and he frowned deeply.
Lao Mao and Xia Qiao who followed behind were also full of disbelief. Only Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin blurted out, exclaiming in low voices, "Cage Vortex!"
But after they finished speaking, they reacted and changed their words: "No, it's not a cage vortex."
Although they were all places where the black mist could not dissipate, and at first glance, they looked six or seven similar, but this was not the kind of vortex they had dealt with. This is much larger and denser than the caged vortex, like a gathering place for many caged vortices...
At that moment, a word flashed in Zhang Lan's heart—
source.
But the next second she was frightened by the meaning behind the word, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, so she kept silent.
Whether it is a caged vortex or not, it is something that cannot appear in Songyun Mountain.
Wen Shi had never seen such a scene in Songyun Mountain, so he frowned and asked in a low voice, "Where is this?"
Bu Ning lowered his eyebrows, his eyes fell into the black fog from under his thin eyelids, and he didn't know which point he was looking at through the black fog.
"Can't you recognize it?" Bu Ning raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the black mist, and said, "There is Qingxin Lake over there."
Wen Shi opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the endless darkness.
"Qingxin Lake?" He said in a hoarse voice, "You said this... is Qingxin Lake?"
"Yes." Bu Ning pointed to the stone platform under his feet and said, "This stone platform is the one facing the center of the lake. You and the senior brother have practiced puppet art against the center of the lake here, and Zhong Si has also painted here. Talisman. Sometimes when Master comes back from the mountain, he will also detour here..."
When he said this, the frame after frame flashed in Wen Shi's mind, as clear as yesterday.
He still remembered that there were thousands of fish swimming in Qingxin Lake. Every time before the summer rain, the tide in the mountains was stuffy.
Zhuang Ye's puppet line was unstable, and he often invited him to this stone platform for a while, targeting those jumping fish, from the sky to the dark blue, until the rain fell.
The puppet line was thrown very lightly, and only practiced the control, without adding any force. When it hits the fish, it is no heavier than the rain, and it will only make them flick their tails.
On the other hand, Zhong Si didn't follow the rules, and often came over halfway to get in the way. He didn't dare to make trouble for Wen Shi, so he aimed at Senior Brother. As long as Zhuang Hao swayed the puppet line, he secretly pinched the talisman with his hands behind his back.
So the swimming fish always twisted slightly to the side just before being hit by the puppet line.
Therefore, Zhuang Hao's record is always tragic, especially in the comparison of the times, which often makes Zhuang Hao doubt the world.
But he didn't have any desire to be competitive, he only wondered for a while, and then said with a smile: "Junior brother is really good, I'm still far behind."
And Wen Shi always made the puppet line temporarily divert at the last moment, dragged Zhong Si, who was hiding somewhere, into a silkworm chrysalis, and apologized to the senior brother.
But the result is often that the big brother was cheated by Zhong Da again, and he said yes after the corruption.
There are also countless times, when I heard the dust and did not go down the mountain, I often took this road. Because there is this vast lake, it is more angry than another mountain road.
The mountain wind blows through the leaves, and the sound is rustling. The rain in the mountains is also rustling.
Every time they pass by here, they will hear this kind of voice all the way, as if their whole life has passed like this.
Once Chen Dao told him that the reason why he chose to settle in Songyun Mountain was because the lake was full of spiritual energy, which could make people feel stable.
When I smell all the memories of Qingxin Lake, they are comfortable and beautiful.
He never thought that one day, the lake would look like this.
"How could it be like this?" Wen Shi asked while reaching out to try it.
The moment his fingers approached the black fog, there was a "hum" in his mind, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.
At that moment, the wind howled!
He heard the long-lost ghost cry in unison.
All he saw was darkness, as if someone had suddenly turned off the light. Countless sharp knives were hidden in the wind, and they were cut from his side, and the pain was terrifying.
He subconsciously wiped the place where he had been cut, but he didn't feel any wounds, as if the pain was not in his body, but in his memory.
When he realized this, the darkness in front of him slowly faded.
When I heard it, I heard Bu Ning's voice ringing in my ears: "Zhong Si and Zhuang are also here."
"What did you say?" When Wen Shi turned his head, he broke free from the darkness and vain pain.
There was still remnants of that feeling, so that his face looked extremely pale.
"That day..." Bunning paused.
Wen Shi subconsciously asked, "Which day?"
Bu Ning said nothing.
But when I heard it, I suddenly understood...
It is the day when the seal dust cannot be reached.
The moment he realized this, even the blood on his lips faded away.
He looked at Xie Wen who was beside him, and heard Bu Ning say slowly: "That day, Zhong Si and the senior brother suffered the most serious loss of spirituality..."
Bu Ning was farther away due to the control of the formation, so he suffered slightly less damage.
All judges know that when the cage is released, if the grievance of the cage owner is too deep and heavy, the raging black mist will erode and pollute the surrounding people.
And if the situation is less than the situation at that time, it is equivalent to millions of uncontrollable cage owners all gathered on him.
Therefore, although the final seal is completed, there is still residual resentment swept to others.
Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye were the closest and reacted the fastest, blocking all the black mist that was leaking out.
But at that time, they were already very weak, and there were not many spiritual gods left, and they were already unable to resolve such a thick and heavy earthly resentment.
In order not to erode and pollute more innocent people, and because they expected that they would not last long, they avoided entering Songyun Mountain through the "door" opened by Bu Ning.
Mortals say that fallen leaves return to their roots.
What they do is to cross people, to clear the karmic obstacles of the mortal world, thinking that they have already escaped from the fireworks of the world, but in the end they still can't escape this mortal saying...
When they have nowhere to hide, they still want to go home.
Bu Ning said: "I surrounded the village at the foot of the mountain, and set up a formation to hide the entire Songyun Mountain so as not to affect more people. Then we tried all the methods we could, but we couldn't fix them. So I can only seal myself here."
When he finished saying this, he saw Xie Wen closed his eyes when he smelled it.
He was standing beside the stone platform in a red robe, facing the bottomless black mist that was like an abyss. Inside the mist was the apprentice he had grown up with.
They were trapped here for a thousand years.
When I heard it, I couldn't even think about how this person was feeling at this moment.
"Have you used the Spirit Washing Array?" he asked Bu Ning.
It was a simple sentence, but it was almost inaudible.
When he learned to wash the spirit formation, he told several other brothers and sisters about the formation in case of emergency.
But no one has the burden like him, and they can completely dissipate the normal Lung Bu Ning.
So in the end, the only one who was really using the Spirit Washing Array to continuously cut himself was Wen Shi himself.
He can't count how many times he has entered the battle, from the age of 19 to the end of that life, time and time again, slowly melting away those dusty relationships.
The black fog in front of him is almost the same as the dust that he carried in his body back then. If he uses the Spirit Washing Array, it should be able to be wiped clean.
Why is this ending
To Wen Shi's surprise, Bu Ning said, "I used it, but it didn't work."
When smelling: "How is it possible?"
He obviously used it for so many years...
Bu Ning said: "I tried to dismantle that array later, but it wasn't simply dissolving. After all, those mortal grievances, so many people left in this world, how could they just disappear into the world, there must be a place to inherit them. But I can't find where to take it."
When you hear it, you can't understand the formation, and learning the spiritual formation is hard learning.
This was the first time he heard the reason why the Spirit Washing Array was effective, and he suddenly froze in place.
"I once thought it was Songyun Mountain, or even this Qingxin Lake, but later I found out that it wasn't." Bu Ning said in a deep voice, "But no matter where it is, that place should have been destroyed, and it can't take on any new grievances. So... the Spirit Washing Array has always been here, but it never really worked."
"Look—" Bu Ning said, reaching out and touching the edge of the seal array.
At that moment, the black fog suddenly changed the direction of flow, and through those gaps, you could vaguely see golden light flashing in several places on the barren wasteland.
Like a flimsy candle, it goes out as soon as it is lit.
In order to confirm his words, Bu Ning grabbed a handful of boulders and threw them through the black fog, then tried to activate it again.
The sound of the stones colliding was very crisp, and every time it sounded, the eyelashes trembled slightly when I smelled it.
He didn't hear what Bu Ning said again, and was only caught by the guesses that flashed in his mind.
Just when the last stone was struck, the fires that had been extinguished suddenly trembled and ignited again.
The Spirit Washing Array, which had once inherited all the delusions, all the inescapable nightmares, all the pain and burden, and had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly started to operate without warning.
The circulating black mist suddenly had a direction. They were like sweeping dragons, riding the wind in the mountains of Songyun...
All flocked to Xie Wen.