The stillness of time is often manifested in space.
For example, the smoke from the incense, and the petals brought up by the wind blowing in from the window, are still in the air, and the picture is very magical.
This can be seen, and then there is feeling, for example, the sound will disappear, and an environment of absolute silence will appear.
In such absolute silence, the person involved will not and cannot have any reaction, but the observer who is paying attention to this environment will definitely have a different feeling.
The boy stayed outside the old nunnery, he couldn't see the miraculous scenes in the quiet room, but he could hear... nothing inside.
This weird feeling made him feel very nervous, and then he remembered that he seemed to have a similar experience when he was young, and his face turned pale.
He is an orphan who was sent to Bailu Academy, and he has been serving Tian Jinren since he was a child.
A few years ago, he once saw Tianjinren entertain a distinguished guest.
That distinguished guest is the head of the Wuen Gate.
According to what was said afterwards, Tianjinren didn't want to see the Zhengdao sect killing each other, and wanted to mediate the dispute between Wu'enmen and Xihai Sword Sect.
The two sides had exchanged several letters beforehand, and the West Sea Sword Sect also withdrew their offensive to express their sincerity.
The boy remembered very clearly that the White Deer Academy was as quiet as it is today, there was no sound, not even the faintest sound of the wind.
What impresses him the most is that the grasshopper he kept in the flower hall didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.
There was silence, like death.
Afterwards, Sect Master Wuen left White Deer Academy. It is said that he politely rejected Tian Jinren's persuasion and still insisted on fighting the Xihai Sword Sect.
Then, my husband was seriously ill, and the enrollment of Bailu Academy was postponed for two months.
The head of the Wuen sect was seriously injured in the decisive battle with Lord Sword God. If the head of the Qingshan sect hadn't come forward in person, he might have died on the spot.
Since then, Wuenmen has been completely defeated in this battle between the two factions, and there is no chance to stand up again.
No one connected the conversation at White Deer Academy with future events.
The vast majority of people think that Tian Jinren is seriously ill because he has exhausted too much energy trying to convince the master of the Wuen sect with the technique of deduction from heaven.
The boy was outside the door at that time, and he vaguely guessed that the truth of the matter was not so simple, but of course he would not tell the outside world.
Today, he felt that absolute silence again.
What is the sir going to do
But isn't that Jing Jiu a junior disciple of the Green Mountain Sect
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Space stands still.
The sound disappears.
These are just appearances.
In other words, these are illusions created by powerful spiritual consciousness.
The true standstill of time will inevitably stop all motion, even the motion inside the object.
For example thinking.
At that time, Jing Jiu was thinking about something.
When his eyes fell on Tian Jinren's white eyeballs, his thinking speed slowed down, and then became slower and slower.
Although it continues like this, his thinking speed will not really stop, but the dislocation between this thinking speed and the real time flow will make him miss many things that are happening.
That is to say, to forget.
Jing Jiu did not let such a thing happen.
The moment his thought speed slowed, he realized what was going on.
Logically speaking, thinking cannot perceive changes in thinking itself.
He can feel it because he is very special, and because his deduction and calculation ability is too strong, so strong that he is extremely sensitive to the slightest change in deduction and calculation speed.
Awareness of what was happening was thought, and he woke up.
He found that a piece of divine consciousness had entered his body at some point.
That divine sense is very small, but also very powerful.
Only a spiritual force as powerful as the sea can compress a piece of divine consciousness into such a small fragment, and use the sight line as a bridge to silently send it into other people's bodies.
This piece of spiritual consciousness does not carry any breath, it seems to be the purest piece of jade, extremely clean.
Even a monk who sits and looks at himself every day cannot discover it.
This piece of divine consciousness, following his meridians quietly walked, had already come to his sea of consciousness, and then quietly landed on the Dao tree.
Jing Jiu felt alert.
He felt great danger.
This is the most dangerous situation he has faced since he stepped into Daohe again, even far better than the moment when Jingyang's fake cave was opened and Fang Jingtian, the former peak master, discovered him.
This piece of divine consciousness seems harmless, but it may change at any time. It can easily pollute the Dao tree, damage the sword pill, and quietly hinder his practice when he is completely unaware, and may even shake his Dao heart. The most critical moment of the decisive battle affects his state...but he still does not let him find out.
What alarmed Jing Jiu the most was that if this piece of spiritual consciousness stayed in his body, it was very possible to discover his secret.
As expected of heaven and man, this kind of method can already be called unpredictable.
If he used this method to deal with others, not to mention Luo Huainan and Zhao Layue, even the elders of the Qingshan Sect, the Zhongzhou Sect, and even the eminent monks of the Guocheng Temple might be involved.
But even if it is close to the sky, using such a method will inevitably consume a lot of consciousness and pay a huge price, so it will never be used easily.
Jing Jiu was once again convinced that he must have been entrusted by others.
The question is, who is that person? Sedum Fang? West? Or his most vigilant... brother
In the past, Jing Jiu would have asked this question directly, or kept the piece of spiritual consciousness in his body, pretending not to know it as a second hand, but not now.
In a very short period of time, he made three deduction calculations and confirmed that it was too dangerous.
His current level of cultivation is still too low to keep this serious trouble in his body.
Set your mind.
Sword intent rises.
Jing Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed across.
The sword pellets in his body suddenly dispersed, turning into more than three hundred sword intents, and slashed towards that piece of divine consciousness.
Time to restore the flow rate.
The space returns to normal.
The white smoke from the incense spread out.
The petals rolled up by the wind fell on the window lattice, making a slight sound.
In a place that cannot be heard, the wind of the sword howled and the thunder was loud.
In a place that cannot be seen, the more than three hundred sword intents directly shattered that fragment of divine consciousness into snow-like shards.
An invisible thunder fell with the consciousness, blasting those debris into invisible.
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The wind howled.
White hair fluttering.
Tian Jinren's body trembled, his face was pale, and he looked extremely painful.
At the same time as the invisible thunder sounded, he couldn't hold it any longer, and let out a muffled groan, with blood overflowing from the corner of his lips.
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"Who are you?"
Tian Jinren stared at Jing Jiu with his blind eyes, his voice was full of shock and doubt.
"As I said, you can't bear the answer to this question."
Jing Jiu reached out to pick up a stack of white papers from the table, and walked towards the outside of the nunnery.
The door opened, and the skylight fell on his face.
His face was also a little pale.