Lin Shu moved his hand closer and stuck it on the ice coffin.
This time, he clearly felt that the cold aura was flowing in the body, swimming through every inch of the meridians, passing through many large and small Zhoutians.
Cold, but familiar.
For many days and nights in the previous life, such cold spiritual power circulated in his meridians.
I didn't feel cold at that time, but now I'm used to the body of a mortal and realize that it's actually so cold.
He didn't have anything he liked to eat in his last life, because all the dishes seemed to have the same taste; without the music he liked, Wan Lai entered his ears, but it was just some monotonous ups and downs.
But he now knows that the roast duck in Jiangzhou is delicious, the fish soup cooked by the aunt is delicious, and the eldest lady's flute is very pleasant.
Lin Shu let go of the ice coffin, and was a little lost for a while.
He turned his head to look at the vast snow field around him, the mountains in the distance were foggy, fine snow fluttered, and the top and bottom were white.
He seems to have seen it here.
What I saw in that mirror was also a snow field.
However, the snowfields in the world are generally similar, and it is not certain that they are the same.
He didn't know how to get out, so he walked forward, remembering everything that had just happened as he walked.
The heart of the sword pavilion, the spiritual power of the sword pavilion.
Previously, after he ate the Spirit Gathering Pill, he also used it in his body, and without exception, it was very cold, and then he lost consciousness of everything around him.
He remembered his past life.
I was bullied at school, and I didn't know how I felt. It was always uncomfortable, so I buried myself in the quilt in a daze.
The master came in and said, "Teacher, what's wrong with you, why didn't you practice swords today?"
He said that he did not want to practice swords.
The master said that the sword still needs to be practiced.
He said, I don't want to live.
Master said, even if you live, you still have to live.
He thought about it and said, why am I different from them.
The master asked who they were.
He said it was his classmate.
Master said, it is just a group of mortals, mortals are ignorant, and there is no need to care about them.
He said, I have nothing special.
Master said, you are different, you have a sword.
He said, I am still suffering.
Master sighed, disciple, your mood is not stable, and it happens that you can recognize a lot of words now, it's time to learn the mental method of our Jiange.
He said, if I learn the mind method, I won't feel bad.
The master said, naturally, the mind of the sword pavilion is clear and transparent. Once you learn it, you will no longer care about mortals.
He said, good.
Then I learned it. From then on, in addition to practicing swords, memorizing sword notes, and walking around the sky, I added another vest method every day.
The more you recite it, the more you can use it when you breathe, and when you draw out the sword, it makes a big difference.
The master stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Teacher, you are talented and intelligent, and your mind has become a reality.
He said, oh.
After practicing the mind method, will it not be uncomfortable
Lin Shu thought back carefully and felt that it was indeed not uncomfortable.
Thousands of faces in the world, laughing, crying, caring, or mocking, are just changes in the shape of their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and they seem to have no effect on him.
Later, in junior high school, high school, and university, those people gradually grew up and understood some truths, but they never took the initiative to bully him.
He lived in peace with this world for many years, and he cultivated well in the sect, while outside, he abide by the duty of a mortal.
Lin Shu suddenly thought, if, if he had recovered his cultivation, when the cold spiritual power was revolving endlessly throughout his body—
Will he go back to his previous life
He looked up at the sky.
On the grey and white dome, fine white snow was scattered, and it fell on the ends of hair or on the eyes.
He seemed to get some kind of icy metaphor from the silent distant mountains and white snow, and suddenly understood something, and a dazed sadness filled his heart.
The snowfield is not big, it originally belonged to a certain kind of illusion, and Lin Shu came to the end after walking a few hundred steps.
At the end was a gray void. He tried to walk into the void, and then with a flick of his mind, he returned to the real world, still in the same posture as he was holding Origami.
Guozi opened his eyes at some point: "You are in a daze, did Zhezhu talk to you?"
Lin Shu said: "Yes."
Guo Zi's eyes lit up and asked, "Does folded bamboo look good?"
Lin Shu: "I didn't see my face clearly."
Guozi said: "A beautiful sword has a beautiful face."
After that, Guozi moved his body to the side of the bed and patted the quilt: "Let's sleep."
Lin Shu responded, took off his robe and lay down.
Guo Zi rolled towards him, leaning his head against his chest, reaching out and grabbing his sleeve.
Lin Shu asked, "Don't you hate men?"
Guo Zi snorted and said, "Lin Shu is not too annoying."
Lin Shu smiled.
After Guo Zi finished speaking, he closed his eyes and planned to go to sleep.
Lin Shu stretched out his arms and hugged Guozi, looking at the pretty little face, feeling that something like a child is still cute.
The ups and downs of his and Xiao Shao's life were reflected in Guo Zi.
Most people in the world meet, get engaged, get married, have children, and get divorced.
He and Xiao Shao are engaged, acquainted, divorced, and have children.
After thinking about it for a while, he also closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but there was something in his heart, and he fell asleep after a long time, and he didn't sleep well. Even the classmates in the academy.
Half-dreaming and half-awake, he thought, in his previous life, he had rarely dreamed.
After another dream, Lin Shu faintly felt that someone was standing beside the bed, so he opened his eyes.
At this time, he was holding the fruit, and the fruit was still asleep, he raised his head with a very light movement, and looked at the bed.
- It met Xiao Shao's gaze.
Although he couldn't see his expression clearly through the mask, Lin Shu felt that Xiao Shao's eyes at this time were very gentle.
He gently let go of Guo Zi, but Guo Zi snorted and did not wake up.
He got up and got out of bed, Xiao Shao had already picked up the clothes, helped him put them on, and then naturally stretched out his hands to go around under his arms, fastened the belt, and a series of movements were familiar, as if he had done it many times—in fact, he did many times.
Lin Shu couldn't help but wonder if one day Xiao Shao was not by his side, would he be able to maintain a normal life.
After leaving the room, Xiao Shao said, "We're here."
Lin Shu: "How is it outside?"
Xiao Shao said: "There is no change."
They walked out of the Qingming Cave.
On the frontier, the cold wind blows.
The rejection of the North Pass stands majestically, the city wall is solid, the defense is tight, and it is impregnable, like an unshakable beast.
From the distant wind came the shouts and shouts of the soldiers in the Guannai training. There was no great witch, no Beixia army.
They took a few steps forward.
At this moment, the situation suddenly changed!
Lin Shu suddenly turned around and saw the place where they had just left, and a thick black barrier suddenly rose up!
The barrier seems to be made up of dark fog, and it's not limited to this.
All directions, at this moment, are shrouded in this black mist at the same time!
It was as if a pitch-black iron pot was holding the world, and everything around it suddenly darkened.
On the city wall of Jibeiguan, neat and fast footsteps sounded. Under this obviously abnormal situation, thousands of soldiers climbed the city wall, armed with crossbows or artillery, to guard against possible enemies.
The atmosphere was like a taut bowstring, the world was silent, and then, in an unknown direction, perhaps in all directions, there was a sudden sound of regular footsteps.
At the same time, a voice sounded.
The voice was cold and low, slightly hoarse, with a strange tone.
—It was the voice of the great witch.
"I have never intended to be an enemy of Nan Xia." Da Wu's tone was very light, as if he sighed, "However, the situation forced me to do this."
The guard on the tower said loudly, "thief, what are you doing!"
At this moment, the great witch finally appeared.
No one could tell how he appeared, as if a group of people suddenly appeared right in front of the tower.
Four living dead men with blood-red skin and hideous appearance lifted a gray-white seat that was extremely ornately carved, and the texture seemed to be bone.
Four black-robed wizards stood by the side. The man on the seat was wearing a dark purple and black wizard's robe. From Lin Shu's point of view, he could not see his face.
"I don't want to do anything here." Da Wu said softly, "I trouble you to send a letter to Jinguancheng... Within three days, ask His Majesty Nanxia to present me with books. "Lonely", "Everything is in Me", "Imagination is True" ” and “The Whale Drinking the Sea” four copies are indispensable, the rest, if you wish, you can donate.”
The general did not speak, only made a gesture.
The long horn sounded from the city, and there was a chilling rhythm in it.
This horn sound means, fight!
The big witch sighed softly.
There seemed to be some kind of strange fluctuation in the air, and Lin Shu opened his eyes wide.
The next moment, a piercing scream sounded!
Above the city wall, the soldiers' bodies burst open!
Blood was poured down, and half of the city wall was stained red with blood.
"It's my fault that I didn't say everything. I would like to ask the general to add a word," Da Wu said softly, "Over a day, slaughter Shicheng."