Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

Since they chose to believe in Huang Ya, everyone was not in a hurry to return to Beijing, so they chose the nearest mountain villa under the name of Jingdong Castle, the largest chain store in Qingqiu, to settle down.

As soon as Huang Ya entered the room before he even had a sip of tea, he was dragged out by Xie Meng brothers. Due to the strong aura of the two, Huang Ya could only accept his fate, weakly and helplessly leaning on the chair, licking He licked his chapped lips, and racked his brains to tell what he knew: "The so-called meditation technique is actually a kind of illusion, which traps people in a dream."

"The three souls in the human body are divided into the heavenly soul, the earthly soul, and the human soul. Among them, the earthly soul controls people's intelligence, wisdom, and speed of reaction. Now King Jing's earthly soul is incomplete, and the heavenly soul mistakenly thinks that the earthly soul has dispersed. , and then slowly dissipated. The technique of meditation can temporarily trap the human soul in a dream, which can prevent the continued dissipation of the heavenly soul and attract the scattered earth souls."

"Once the meditation is set up and the dream begins, the things that the people who entered the country have suppressed in their hearts for many years will be staged again, and the earth souls outside will also enter the country after being sensed. When the time is right, the technique of thinking will be cracked, and the inner world will be released. Just bring back the soul of the person."

Huang Fang said in one breath the casting and solution of the meditation technique that he had memorized thoroughly in his mind.If it weren't for the fact that this meditation technique doesn't require any spiritual power and has great effects, he wouldn't bother to explore it.

"Think about the dream?" Xie Fan was a little dazed, "Is the thing in it real or fake?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? It must be fake." Xie Ci gave him an angry look, with an expression of looking at a fool.

"It's fake, but it's also true." Huang Fang explained, "The things in the dream of Tsangsi are all the things that the person has really experienced. It's just a re-enactment in the form of a dream."

Chen Wuji who came over after hearing the news heard Huang Ya's answer, somehow felt that this so-called meditation technique was a bit familiar, and it was somewhat similar to a formation he had studied some time ago.He frowned, and said abruptly: "Then, does the solution of this technique of abstraction make people fall into a dream?"

When Huang Fang heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Chen Wuji with a devilish expression, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to swallow him up.

"May I ask what your Excellency's name is?" Huang Fang asked blankly.

"Chen Wuji." Seeing Huang Ya's foolish appearance, Chen Wuji lost all interest at first, and turned around indifferently.

Unexpectedly, Huang Ya was even more excited when he heard it, almost jumped up, happier than seeing his parents, blushing, and said: "You, you, Zu Zuzu... Zu Shiye!"

The three people present were surrounded by Huang Ya's yelling "Patriarch Master".

Chen Wuji was even more astonished, looked Huang Ya up and down, took a step back, and said in distaste: "Don't try to get in touch with me, you look like me, I won't accept Baiyunquan."

"Bai...Bai Yunquan?" Huang Ya was stunned, and muttered in doubt, "Shouldn't it be Xiao Guanzong?"

Chen Wuji is the No.1 founder of Xiao Guanzong's sect!The solution to the technique of abstraction was created by him.

Playing an ax in front of the patriarch, even Huang Fang's thick skin has become as thin as a cicada's wing at this moment, and there is no way to hide the shame.

When Chen Wuji heard about Xiao Guanzong, he pointed to Chen Xiujin who was approaching in front, and said narrowly, "No, this is the one, the patriarch of Xiao Guanzong."

"But now, let's talk about how to save King Jing. You just said that you want to enter the meditation dream and then untie it. Why?"

"It's just... the solution you mentioned just now." Knowing Chen Wuji's identity, Huang Ya inexplicably felt an invisible pressure enveloping him. .

"Entering the dream with a stranger, just bring out the soul of the person in the dream."

"I go!"

"I go!"

The two brothers spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other, baring their teeth, like a beast snatching its prey.

"Xie Shuyu, do you still have the face to see my uncle?" Xie Ci looked at Xie Han with contempt, his eyes filled with disgust.

Xie Ming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips curled up slightly, yes...how could he still have face?

"I..." Xie Man opened his mouth shyly, glanced at the dark clouds accumulated between Xie Ci's brows, clenched his loose hand again, met his gaze calmly, and said loudly, "I want Bring him back! I owe him this!"

"Fuck you!" Xie Ci sneered, and pushed Xie Fan, "Go away, don't be an eyesore here!"

"This time, Xie Hou can only go." Chen Wuji suddenly said.

"Why... why?!" Xie Ci stagnated slightly, looked at Chen Wuji in astonishment, and became angry again in a moment, as if he was no different from that puffer fish, "Why let that dog Xie Shuyu compare things? What if he has some evil intentions to harm my uncle again?"

Xie A was also stunned when he heard Chen Wuji's words, and there were circles of ripples in his calm eyes, and the light of hope spread to farther places after the ripples faded away.

"Is your Chen Wuji out of your mind? Or did you take Xie Shuyu's money?" Xie Ci couldn't accept letting Xie Fan get close to Jiang Jingyun no matter what.

"Young Master Xie, your cultivation level is not enough." Chen Wuji glanced at Xie Ci coldly, and let out a nasal sound mixed with disdain from the tip of his nose, "Once the middle-level cultivation level enters the illusion, you can't easily control your mind and mind. Those who are stable are more likely to be trapped in it. If I remember correctly, the little prince's cultivation has just reached the middle level, right?"

"Then how can Xie Shuyu be any better?" Xie Ci was ashamed and annoyed, blushing profusely, but he was unwilling to admit that Xie Fan was better than him, so he said stiffly, "He... isn't he also an intermediate?"

"Xie, my lord, now is not the time to be willful." Chen Wuji was really too lazy to respond to this arrogant thank-you, and his tone was a bit harsh, "There is still a world of difference between near-high and middle-level."

Xie Ci pursed his lips, lowered his head embarrassingly, clenched his hands hanging on both sides into fists, gritted his teeth, and asked still unwillingly: "Can't you let me try? I'm sure I can bring uncle back. "

"It's a matter of life and death, how can you just try it if you say it?" Chen Wuji ran out of patience, swept his sleeves and took Xie Ci to the side to sit on the grand master's chair, followed by a lavender spell It fell on his shoulders, and he couldn't move, and his speech was weak.

Xie Ci's eyes were reddened for a moment, and he struggled repeatedly to no avail, he felt wronged, his eyes were full of water, and he glared at Chen Wuji angrily.

Chen Wuji didn't look at him at all, turned around to look at Huang Ya, and said: "Let's go, go to the inner room, King Jing is also there."

The three of them entered the inner room, and Tuliu Xieci stood outside to listen to the movement inside. Any sound could set off a stormy sea in the lake of his heart. The two lines of tears tried to disperse the endless cold by relying on their only remaining temperature.

Jiang Jingyun was lying on the bed, and had already changed into clean white clothes, like a sleeping fairy.Perhaps it was a psychological effect, Xie Yan always felt that Jiang Jingyun's complexion no longer looked lifeless at this time, and the color of the black and blue lips faded slightly, and there was a little more rosy color inexplicably.

Chen Wuji and Huang Ya learned about the specific content of the art of abstraction, combined with their recent research, reorganized and explained it in the simplest way: "Although the art of abstraction sounds mysterious, it is It is indeed a feasible strategy. Although that old bastard Chen Xiujin is a bit crazy, he will not joke about life."

"The art of abstraction is to strip out the things hidden deep in the heart of the person with the art, and then stage them again. Whether it is joy or pain, it is the thing that impresses him the most."

"During this process, King Jing's earth soul will slowly return to the main body. Even if Xie Hou sees King Jing at that time, he can't stop him. You have to let the thoughts finish, otherwise if you interrupt halfway, the earth soul that returns to the main body It will dissipate automatically after being frightened."

"The most important point is that different King Kings will appear in different events, but some King Kings here may not be real, and he may also be an illusion from the fantasy world."

"Xie Hou must distinguish carefully, there is only one chance. That is to say, if you want to show up, you can only appear in front of the real King Jing, and then use the Condensing Soul Orb to bring him back. If you make a mistake, you and King Jing Both of them will be in trouble."

The smile on Xie Yan's lips remained undiminished, and his obsidian-like bright eyes burst out with a moving brilliance, like orchids blooming among the cliffs. His soft figure was tossed to and fro by the gust of mountain wind, but his arrogance was still hard to be defeated.

"I will definitely bring my second elder brother back." Xie Fan said firmly, "If I can't come back, I will accompany him. Anyway, I will accompany him wherever I go."

"...Okay." Chen Wuji took a deep look at Xie Fan, his eyes were a little loose, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

The night wind was howling outside the window, and boldly sneaked into the house through the open window slit, startled the flames on the candlestick jumping up and down, the scattered bead curtains danced along with it, and the ding-dong sound of the pearls and jades colliding lightened the dullness in the room.

Huang Ya, who originally thought that he would be able to stand out in the limelight this time, completely gave up his mind, and followed Chen Wuji closely like a pious servant to help him, secretly admiring: the patriarch is the patriarch, Well-deserved reputation.

Holding three sticks of incense in his hand, Chen Wuji inserted them obliquely into the three-legged auspicious animal snuff bottle, with a solemn look on his brows, turned his head to Xie Fan who was lying next to Jiang Jingyun on the bed, and said, "Xie Hou, you There is only three incense sticks, and when the time is up, I will ask Yuan Chen to look for you, and then no matter what, you must come back."

"Okay." Xie Yan replied.

Chen Wuji raised his palm to set up a barrier in the whole courtyard, lit the incense in the stove with a fire talisman, and was about to walk forward, when he heard a faint sound from outside, like a small animal whimpering, or like a whisper among people After listening carefully, it turned out to be a thank you.

"Xie Shuyu." Xie Ci's intermittent voice floated in, pleading helplessly, "You must bring my uncle back. If you bring him back, I won't blame you."

"Brother, you must bring uncle back." This is the second time Xie Ci called Xie Fan that way after Jiang Jingyun passed away.

For Jiang Jingyun, Xie Ci, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, can be lowered to the dust.

"Don't worry, I will definitely come back!" Xie Jian blinked and responded loudly.

The author has something to say:

If I remember correctly, it will be the content of memories starting from tomorrow. This is to reveal some truths that the dog does not know, including the history of the flood in Yongzhou last year. There should be four or five chapters or five or six chapters. It is a bit long. If you don’t like it, you can Skip it~

"What should I bring to meet my sweetheart?"

Xie Yan: Use your brains!Take care!Bring the truth!

Thank you: Are you sure the upstairs is not intended to scare people?

Shen Qinghe: ... I don't know how to express my sweetheart, forget it, I abstain.

Chen Wuji: Bring an abacus and calculate my family fortune for the other party, so that they will follow me wholeheartedly.

Gu Xingzhi: Bring paper money.Of course, this is in a good mood.