A year passed in the blink of an eye.
In the Soul Realm, Chang Sheng was also tortured badly by mental barriers, but his strength and resilience were stronger than An Susu's, and he could still persevere.
Taking advantage of the rest, Long Qiu checked his primordial spirit carefully, and said worriedly: "You are almost reaching your critical point, don't be brave."
"Auntie, I'm fine, I know what to do."
"Oh well."
Changsheng stopped talking, and once again fell into silence, thinking about Thor.
It's still that piece of majesty, the countless purple sky thunders, and that indistinct figure. After countless confrontations, he has been able to hold on for a while.
Unreal, unreal, misty.
He looked at the figure in front of him, and the coercion that destroyed his soul all the time, and was a little dazed for a while.
After a while, he suddenly spoke, he didn't know if he was talking to himself, or talking to his illusory mother.
"I know, you have always disliked me."
"Since I was sensible, oh, in fact, we have been sensible for a long time, and we probably have basic cognitive abilities shortly after birth. I still remember that at that time, you were no different to us, and you often hugged me and nine Such as. But when I grow up, I will seldom see you. Occasionally, I can’t say a few words. You love Jiuru very much, but you are very mean to me. It seems that I have never seen you smile at me. Pass."
Chang Sheng seemed to be recalling the past, "You look very pretty when you smile."
"I didn't understand it at the time, but after I started practicing Taoism, I gradually understood. You think I'm too quiet, too restrained, and too weak. You like Jiuru's unassuming, lively and invincible appearance.
But character, I don't count, and I don't know, how did he grow up like this
You and father, we have rarely seen each other, we have been staying in Phoenix Mountain with our brothers and sisters. Jiuru fights with me all day long, and I treat her as my younger sister, so of course I can't beat her.
One day, my father came to take me to Kunlun. I'm scared, I don't know how to face you.
We walked for a long time along the way, and it was also the happiest time for me. My father is doing his duty, teaching me carefully, and it is very reasonable. For the first time, I have some understanding, not as a fairy, but a child's father, what kind of person he is.
But I still don't understand you, I even think you are ruthless. The way you look at me has nothing to do with you, not like a mother looking at a child.
You still think I am weak, let me climb the mountain, I climbed, I want to prove it. But when I climbed up, you were not there. I was sitting on the top of Yuxu Peak, waiting and waiting, but it was my aunt who came to pick me up the mountain. "
"Perhaps in your eyes, I am really so weak that I am not worthy to be your son..."
Changsheng was full of bitterness, and completely fell into this sad and helpless emotion. But he didn't realize it at all, even though the majesty was trembling, the thunder was frantic, the figure was flickering, and it was about to collapse.
"Changsheng, wake up!"
Looking outside, Long Qiu felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly shouted. The Sleeping Dharma Body escaped again, and circled around its primordial spirit, but couldn't sneak in.
"His obsession is too strong, blocking all penetration from the outside world." Dharma Body was also surprised.
But Changsheng was still talking to himself, regardless of the fact that he was about to dissipate, he said with a wry smile: "Oh, maybe I really don't deserve to be your son. You are so lofty, you look down on all living beings, and you don't know how to give a little emotion. Jiuru and I are here, Life and death are at stake, you don't even ask..."
Um
He paused suddenly, inexplicably recalling what his aunt said before leaving, "I will accompany you all the way this time, and my sister will come over later."
My sister will come later...
Later, later... It's been more than a year, and it should be later, right
Changsheng blinked, mother said one thing, the most important promise, and she will definitely come, so now she...
"Puchi!"
He looked around subconsciously, and suddenly laughed.
There is a saying: How much sweetness does a person who has a bitter heart need to fill him up
The answer is: People who are very bitter in their hearts can be filled with just a touch of sweetness.
He is afraid of his mother's hidden depths, which are the bitterness and helplessness brought to him by the denial and indifference of more than two decades...
"Ha ha!"
Changsheng, who has always been restrained, was so carefree for the first time. And the more he laughed, the more stable his mood became, and he made rapid progress, only feeling that the sea was receding and the tide was blue.
boom!
Rumble!
Hongmeng pulled back from the brink of collapse, the thunder flashed again, and the figure reappeared. It flew closer, and the clouds on its face dispersed, revealing an all-too-familiar face.
Gu Changsheng was himself!
"My mother proved me with the God of Thunder, and I will prove me with the God of Thunder!"
Huh
It was very strange for Long Qiushou to stay outside. This kid was inexplicably agitated, but also inexplicably stable. I don't know what happened. But it's a good thing anyway.
…
Changsheng broke through the heart barrier and made rapid progress.
Needless to say, the three of Jiuru have a firm mind of Dao, are sincere in waiting for the sword, and have a solid foundation, this is a matter of course.
Among the three, Zheng Kaixin was taught by Long Qiu and learned swords since childhood, and his understanding of Fuyao Sword Art is more prominent. The outline of his primordial spirit has become a villain, with abstract hands and feet and indistinct facial features.
At this moment, I am sitting cross-legged, running the sravakas, imitating hum-ha, and the primordial spirit continues to drum continuously and rhythmically.
Zheng Kaixin only felt the sea of light around him churning slightly, and his soul power was absorbed into his body as strands of light. With the substantial introduction of soul power, the accumulated energy finally ushered in a qualitative change.
He only felt that the top of his head was open, and his soul was soaring, as if human beings had left the earth matrix and saw the vast universe and the brilliant stars for the first time.
I seem to have lost all the shackles, and a naked soul is connected to the universe.
This primordial spirit is like a blank, after thousands of times of beating, it will finally take shape. It intersects with the universe, and a ray of mysterious and mysterious energy comes from it and is thrown into the body, and a wave of energy is also bred in the body to fuse with it.
Supernatural powers, that is, the power mastered by the soul, transcends ordinary methods and transcends the flesh.
He used to use the sword, which was still within the scope of magic, but now he feels that the sword has become himself, and he has become the sword. It's not a superficial fusion of human and sword, but the whole soul has turned into a sword, a sword intent, and a sword god.
"Xiaoyaoyou" says:
"Peng's migration in Nanmingye, the water hits three thousand miles, and the one who swings upwards ninety thousand miles... Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow each other with their breath. The sky is blue, is it righteous and evil? It is far and far away. Is it so evil? It looks down on it, and if it is, then it's over... "
When Peng migrated to the southern sea, his wings beat the water, stirring up waves for three thousand miles, and flying around in a whirlwind to a height of ninety thousand miles.
The free air like wild horses galloping, the fluttering dust, and the moving creatures are all moved by the wind. The sky is boundless, is there no end to its vastness
When Dapeng looked down, he should have seen the same thing.
But the sparrow in Xiaoze sneered and said: "Where is it going to fly? I took off with all my strength, but it fell down after a few feet and hovered in the basil bushes. This is the limit of my flying. Where is it going to fly?" Woolen cloth?"
boom!
In an instant, Zheng Kaixin had a clear understanding, and truly comprehended the true meaning of Fuyao Sword Art.
It lies in the wind, in the loftiness, in the ambition to forge ahead, in the boundless boundless soaring in the sky forever, not falling into the dust!
"It's done?"
Long Qiu only felt an empty and bright atmosphere bursting out from his apprentice, and he was overjoyed. Looking at Zheng Kaixin again, the primordial spirit is fully mature, with stretched limbs and clear facial features, which are the signs of mastering supernatural powers.
"Master..."
The villain knelt down in the sea of light with dignity, and kowtowed to Long Qiu, "Thank you for your years of teaching, I am happy that I have not let you down..."
"who?!"
Before he finished speaking, Long Qiu's complexion changed suddenly, and he suddenly felt a murderous intent attack, and he went straight to Jiuru and the others!