Fang Yun and Hu Li were very careful along the way. After two days and two nights of hard work, they finally saw a big door and walked out.
The moment they stepped out of the door, they both breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled at each other.
Fang Yun looked ahead, and Hu Li said, "I would rather fight my way out of the thousands of demon kings than enter the Silent City again..."
Before he could finish his words, Hu Li and Fang Yun were both stunned.
Hu Li couldn't hear her own voice.
Fang Yun discovered that the area outside the gate was extremely empty and it was an endless desert.
There are only two colors between heaven and earth, the blue sky and the yellow desert. There are no white clouds, no mountains, no plants, and not a trace of other colors.
"I didn't expect that the Silent City would be connected to the desert..."
Fang Yun also stopped speaking halfway and looked at Hu Li.
The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
This is a world without sound.
There was no sound of breathing, no heartbeat. Fang Yun reached out, grabbed a handful of sand and then let go.
The sand flows between fingers and falls to the ground silently.
The two suddenly felt empty in their hearts, as if they had lost the most precious thing.
Fang Yun felt as if he had stepped on empty air and was falling off a cliff.
After experiencing the ubiquitous silent killing sounds in the Silent City, Fang Yun suddenly came to a place where there was no sound at all. He felt annoyed for no reason.
Even though I hate that kind of noise, suddenly coming to a quiet place is much more difficult to adapt to than being in a silent city.
Fang Yun sighed softly. This time the battle among the Ten Cold Kings might be far more intense than in previous dynasties.
Fang Yun stretched out his fingers, gathered his energy, and wanted to write on the ground.
However, talent cannot leave the body and cannot attract the vital energy of heaven and earth.
Fang Yun's expression changed slightly. This Wukong Desert restricted power to such an extent that it was obviously aimed at the level of a great demon king.
Fang Yun bent down and wrote on the ground with his fingers.
"There is no space, just keep moving forward. There is no skill, only hard work!"
What's strange is that when Fang Yun was writing, after he finished the first stroke of each character and started to write the second stroke, the first stroke would inevitably disappear, and there would never be a complete word.
However, Hu Li understood it all, nodded slightly, and then bent down to write.
"Luckily there are two of us."
Fang Yun also nodded. This kind of place is actually far more terrifying than a battlefield. It is silent, monotonous environment, and there is no direction. In addition, coming from the Silent City, the sense of loneliness and loss is enough to affect anyone's emotions.
Especially when you are alone, this place is like hell.
Now there are two of us, which is much better than going alone.
The two of them accelerated their flight.
Along the way, there was no wind, no rain, no snow, no frost, and even the sun could not be seen. There were only two monotonous colors: blue sky and yellow sand.
I can't see anyone, nor can I see the end. It seems like this place has become a world where time has stopped, with no direction and no road.
After only flying for two hours, Fang Yun went to see Hu Li frequently.
Hu Li's emotions were obviously affected by Wu Kong Mo. His qi and blood were fluctuating disorderly, and his expression was changing frequently. This had lasted for a quarter of an hour. This was a phenomenon that had never occurred in the Silent City.
Not being able to hear any sound is even more terrifying than hearing a piercing noise.
No matter how much noise there is, it represents a kind of life, but here there is only sky and desert, without any sound, like a land of the dead.
After another hour, Hu Li's mood changed even more. Fang Yun moved closer to her, then reached out and patted Hu Li's shoulder.
Hu Li's eyes instantly turned slightly red, which was a sign that Yaoman was about to fight. After seeing Fang Yun out of the corner of his eye, Hu Li was suddenly stunned. The blood color in his eyes dissipated, revealing a look of confusion. There was a hint of shame in his confusion. He didn't expect that he would need help from Fang Yun, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and patted her shoulder again.
Fang Yun didn't say anything, but Hu Li knew what Fang Yun was talking about.
"I am here."
Hu Li could hear it in her heart and instinctively smiled sweetly at Fang Yun to express her gratitude.
Fang Yun nodded slightly and continued to return to normal.
However, after another two hours, Hu Li's emotions became difficult to control again, and Fang Yun helped her calm down again.
Fang Yun did not blame Yaoman. This was the price Yaoman had to pay in order to gain physical strength. If he cultivated himself but not his mind, he would be led by the nose in such a place.
Fang Yun never had any major emotional fluctuations in the Wukong Desert. He was always trying to do two things at the same time, while his mind was focused on reading in the Wen Palace.
Reading cannot change Wukongmo, but it can change how Fang Yun faces Wukongmo.
Hu Li was always eroded by Wu Kongmo's power, but whenever Hu Li's emotions got out of control, Fang Yun would always point it out at the first time.
Sometimes it was a pat on her shoulder, sometimes it was a simple word lip-synced, sometimes it was a poem written in the sand, and sometimes it was a scripture from the saints.
Hu Li is very smart. In terms of intelligence, she is not inferior to the top university scholars of the human race. However, she does not have the wisdom of the top university scholars of the human race. She does not know how to investigate things, acquire knowledge, be sincere and have a correct mind.
Hu Li is a smart monster that still acts on instinct.
At this moment, Fang Yun has completely transcended the control of instinct. Even in a place like Wukongmo, where no one orders him, no one asks him, and it is full of countless unstable factors, he can still concentrate on reading.
After Fang Yun's constant reminders, Hu Li gradually adapted to this place and could persist longer and longer each time.
As time went by, Hu Li finally realized that he was like a small boat drifting with the current. The Wukong Desert and the Ice Emperor Palace were like the sea water. He was being pulled by the power of the Ice Emperor Palace and had no control over himself.
She also discovered that Fang Yun's emotions were never influenced by Wu Kongmo, let alone his state of mind. Fang Yun was like an eternal and motionless stone, seemingly drifting in the starry sky, but if you look closely, it seems as if all the worlds are revolving around him.
Hu Li suddenly remembered the "Yueyang Tower Inscription" that he read a few days ago. The phrase "Do not be happy with things, do not be sad with yourself" seems to be talking about Fang Yun today. Although Fang Yun may not have reached the highest level, he has reached the most basic level.
Hu Li understood something vaguely and knew clearly that she had to fight against the power of Wu Kongmo and Bingdi Palace. However, after a while, she still lost control of herself, became restless and irritable, unable to endure this completely silent world.
At this time, a book appeared in front of me.
Hu Li glanced at Fang Yun who handed over the book, took it, nodded in thanks, then held it in both hands and read it carefully.
"Collected Commentaries on the Analects of Confucius" does not have a name for the author.
Hu Li had been studying human books and knew the Analects and what a collection of annotations was.
The original meaning of "zhangju" is to divide the chapter into sentences, which refers to the determination of paragraphs and punctuation. Later, it evolved into a way of preaching that was different from word-by-word annotation. It was based on sentences or paragraphs for analysis and annotation, focusing on meaning rather than words. It can also refer to the general interpretation of the scriptures of all saints.
Notes are annotations, and collected notes are a comprehensive summary of the statements of many annotators, drawing on the strengths of all to form one's own opinion.
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