What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Qinan and Yuhong memorized the jade slips for more than half a month, and finally decided to test whether it is feasible to share memory through spirit and soul.

It stands to reason that this way of memory sharing can even fully inform each other of the experienced senses and thoughts, but in fact it is not that easy.The difference in spirit and soul itself exists, and the thinking modes of the two parties who share the memory are also different. It is very, very difficult to fully convey some things to the other party.

Fortunately, they don't insist on understanding the contents of the jade slip at the moment, they just need to memorize it.This keeps the difficulty from being too demanding.

The premise is that you don't think about it when you pass on the memory.

Qinan withdrew the soul that was entangled with Yu Hong, and looked a little blankly at Lord Jianjun who was stiff and blushing beside him, almost dripping blood.

God, how could Yuhong be so attentive?

He didn't feel the slightest distraction from Yu Hong just now, no wonder this guy is so efficient in approving official jade slips.

Yu Hong stumbled and choked out a word: "You..."

Qinan leaned lazily on the chair, looked back at Jianjun Yu Hong with dead fish eyes that had given up on treatment: "Huh?"

Yihong: "..."

Qinan pulled his hair, dragged his cheeks, and sighed.

Forget it.

Anyway, sooner or later, Yuhong will know the essence of his Taoist companion, whether it is the same sooner or later.It's just a pity that I didn't get to see the memory of Yu Hong performing the exercises...

Yu Hong pondered for a long time, the blush on his face finally subsided a little, and he finished his words with a bit of embarrassment: "How can you think so much."

Qinan smashed the pot and said: "How can I blame me? The temptation of the number one beauty in the cultivation world is so strong, who can control it. Besides, you were so busy a few years ago, I'm in a panic."

Yu Hong was a little restless by what he said, his eyes flicked left and right a few times, and finally he straightened his back and began to recite the sword formula silently.

Qinan was made to laugh by his series of actions, and felt that he was tickled by the little silver dragon's tail, and wanted to keep teasing him back.

Look at this sword cultivator, it is obvious that he is always expressionless and calm, noble and indifferent like a high-ranking king; but he will show such an innocent and bullying appearance in front of him, and his face will blush when teased.

Who can stand this.

Moreover, when he usually thinks about things, various ideas will pop up, which can help him develop ideas when researching new Dan formulas.After all, Danxiu and Jianxiu have very different thinking patterns, and this kind of thing has long been a consensus in the cultivation world.

So really can't blame him for being full of yellow crap.

Qinan quickly found an excuse for himself in his heart, and then shamelessly decided to drag Yuhong into the water: "Master Jianjun, this is not fair! I have shown you my memory, but you are still so calm—"

He put on a very fake tear-wiping gesture, choked up and said, "So I'm so less attractive to you?"

Yu Hong had a tense expressionless face, but his eyes were a bit indescribable.

Qinan's camouflage ability is quite good. After all, normal monks can control their body movements very well, and when he was living as a casual cultivator hiding his identity, this was a very useful life-saving skill.And at this time, the poor acting skills... It was obviously a deliberate trick.

And very aboveboard and undisguised.

Yu Hong was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to Qinan: "Come here."

Qinan froze for a moment, got up and walked towards him: "Why... um!"

Before he could react, Yi Hong pinned him down on the bed, one hand intertwined with Qinan's five fingers, while the other hand propped on the side of his face, leaning forward, light gray eyes and Qinan looked at each other at a distance of less than half a foot.

Qinan lay on his back on the quilt, and he could clearly see his slender eyelashes and the perfect contour of his face.Instinctively, he felt a little thirsty in his throat, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The warm breath sprayed on the side of Qinan's face, making him even more uncomfortable.

"You..." Qinan couldn't control the desire to speak.

However, at this moment, Yu Hong had already lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against his with half-closed eyes.

Qinan's eyes widened suddenly.

He saw a picture in Yu Hong's consciousness, a picture that happened a long time ago, and he even almost forgot about it.

It was in front of the mountain gate of a second-rate sect. Many mortals were coming down from the mountain with dejected faces, and some people were unwilling and begged the disciples guarding the gate to let them in.These mortals are all losers who have been cut off from the path of cultivation because of their poor spiritual roots.

The owner of the field of vision swept across those people calmly, and then looked at the people around him, his eyes suddenly paused.

The monk in the plain gray robe had a calm expression, looking far away at those downcast mortals in the distance, his handsome face was half-dark under the light of Yuan Ling's tide, and he murmured something to himself.He couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but felt a very special thing in a trance——

That thing is invisible and qualityless, somewhat similar to the power of the soul, but not quite the same.It diffuses in the air and attaches to the soul of every creature.It is muddy, messy, and gloomy, and one can vaguely feel powerlessness and sadness from it, just like those mortals who have lost hope.

But only the person standing beside him is different.

He could only feel a firmness and stubbornness as sharp as a blade from him, and that clear will was even more dazzling and beautiful than the supreme source spirit at this moment.

An unspeakable shock and palpitation suddenly gushed out from the bottom of my heart.

It was as if walking in a familiar barren swamp, suddenly a ray of light fell, illuminating a peerless treasure buried in the dust.Its brilliance makes those who see it have an irresistible urge to hold it up carefully and never let go.

This scene seemed to last for a long time, but in fact it was only a short moment.After a while, the gray-robed monk turned his head, smiled at him, and said, "Jiang Hong Jianjun, let's continue on our way."

The owner of the field of vision paused for a full two seconds before replying in a low voice: "Yes."

He wants to bring this person back and make him his Taoist companion.

……

The memory stops at the last fleeting thought.Qinan lay on the bed in a daze, his eyes were a little empty.Yao Hong stood up again, pulled the distance a little further, and looked down at Qinan below him with a smile in his eyes.

"..." Qinan murmured, "You Emperor Sword Dao monks can actually feel the emotional changes of other people directly? This is too cheating."

Yi Hong said, "It's fair."

Qinan came back to his senses, coughed softly, feeling a little shy after a long absence, and blushed a little.He really wanted to say something to ease his delicate emotions, but unfortunately, his mind was more chaotic than ever before, so he couldn't say anything.

It was the first time that he knew so clearly that Yu Hong was interested in him at that time.

But think about that year... He took the resources from others, turned around and ran away.As a result, it was not until 60 years later that Yihong met him again.

A bit of belated guilt and sympathy rose in Qinan's heart.

It's really a pity that Jianjun Yihong fell in love with such an uninspired scumbag like him.Could it be that life was so smooth in other aspects, that God sent him such a capable person to torment You Hong?

Messy thoughts surged in his heart for a while, and Qinan finally calmed down gradually, only then did he realize that their posture at the moment was a bit subtle.

Jinan: "..."

Qinan couldn't hold back, he bent his leg and rubbed it upwards.

Yi Hong's breathing became disordered, and he reached out to hold his knee and said in a deep voice, "Time is running out, don't make trouble."

Qinan clicked his tongue regretfully, pushed him away and sat up: "Recite memorize memorize memorize quickly, finish recite memorize early and go out early. Sigh, speaking of it, I don't know how the outside world is going now, yes, there is Guixu... "

Speaking of this guy, Qinan frowned immediately: "What the hell is going on with him? He said he was from Guiyuan, but he didn't seem to be doing anything; he said he was a normal monk from the Huangtian Sword Gate, but he acted suspiciously. I don't know where he is hiding."

Yu Hong's eyes dimmed, and he said: "When the matter of sealing is over, it will be his turn."

Due to the identity of the source god of the illusion, it is very difficult to find the traces of Guixu.Ordinary monks would not even be aware of his existence under the effect of illusion after seeing him, and the monks who could resist the hint of his soul must at least have a cultivation level close to the source god level.

It's a pity that Huangtian Jianmen has been entangled by various things before, and after weighing it, they had to choose to postpone the search for the ruins for the time being.

After all, Guixu's position in the Guiyuan Rebellion is not clear, although there is a lot of evidence in Huangtian Sword Sect that he has secretly used the power of chaos to corrupt many fellow sects, and also deliberately suppressed the normal Dan who joined Huangtian. Xiu and Guiyuan planted nails in Huangtian Sword Gate...

But these are not urgent matters in the face of finding the source of Guiyuan and completely killing the disaster.

However, no matter what, Guixu will inevitably pay the price for everything he has done.

At the same time, Fengmingzhou Tianbaomen is stationed.

Guixu walked forward leisurely, and the Tianbaomen monks who were patrolling around turned a blind eye to him, allowing him to easily penetrate into the hinterland of Tianbaomen.Finally, Guixu stopped in front of an extremely well-guarded Treasure Pavilion, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

All the Tianbaomen monks around fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Guixu stretched out his hand, and the invisible force quietly tore apart the defensive formation of the Treasure Pavilion.He stepped into the gap and continued to walk inward.

The alarm that the formation was broken had been quietly sent to all the monks stationed at Tianbao Gate in Fengming Continent, but no one could stop the return to the ruins.

It was not until several hours later that the anomaly in the Treasure Pavilion was finally discovered.

"Notify the door owner quickly, the Treasure Pavilion in Fengming Island has been evacuated!"