Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

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The facts that reappeared in the dream ended with Jun Yao's death, Guan Shan, and the end also meant waking up from the dream.The past was ruthlessly revealed in the dream, and those grief-stricken pasts belonging to Immortal Jun Yao never disappeared, but were reproduced more clearly in Su Changyi's sea of ​​consciousness.

so true.

Feel the same.

Everything that happened in the dream proves that He Qingxie's crime is unforgivable, Jun Yao thinks so, and these dreams are not so much dreams, but rather memories, which belong to Jun Yao's memories.

When he realized that the scene in his memory would affect his emotions, Su Changyi was in a daze, and he calmed down for a long time before suppressing his chaotic mood.

"Forget it, it's all over, right?" She kept silent, completely unwilling to think about it or mention it again.

God saw that he was a veteran of playing with powerless people, the more he didn't want to mention it, the more he didn't want to think about it again.Those entangled humiliations, the more oppressive they are, the more people can't resist, and they appear repeatedly in the midnight dream.

That night, Su Changyi woke up again from a dream. He hadn't slept soundly for the past few days. Every time before going to sleep, the dream he thought he could escape was following him like a bone-eating worm.Su Changyi was almost driven crazy.

What happened in the dream had nothing to do with her, if she hadn't occupied Jun Yao's body, how could it be so?

Su Changyi thought that the reason for her frequent night sweats and dreams might be related to He Qingxie.

So she was very uneasy.

Ping Lan's words were also lingering in her heart. Those words were really touching, making people feel uncomfortable and unable to let go.

Don't you rest assured that He Qingxie won't die? As the heroine in the book, she won't die so easily, she's sure that if He Qingxie doesn't die, there will be a adventure.

But she still wanted to laugh at herself. She had wasted a lot of effort and even agreed to teach Ping Lan to "get out of the yin spirit". In the end, not only did she not kill him, He Qingxie didn't say anything, but also indirectly helped her. The other party became enchanted earlier.

Obsessed, this is her guess.

She can get He Qingxie off the cliff, why can't He Qingxie become enchanted on the cliff?

This kind of thing, who can say for sure?

Therefore, what she is worried about is that if He Qingxie?isn't dead?, will she?won't?come immediately?to settle accounts with her after she becomes enchanted?

If she had Jun Yao's cultivation level, she would naturally be able to fight the villains, but it's a pity that Jun Yao didn't give her the slightest chance, she didn't even know how to cultivate, she was no different from a useless person.

"No, I can't? Just sit and wait! Either she dies or I die. Since I don't want to die, then I must? Kill her first!"

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside the house, and the house was dark and unclear. With this absurd idea in mind, Su Changyi sat up. After calming down, he casually found a piece of clothing and put it on the ground.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped outside the window, the chill? It lingered for a long time, and the stove was lit in the house. The warmth? It lasted for a long time, and it was even very dry.

After getting off the ground, she went to the table and poured a cup of tea to quench her thirst. At this moment, Lu Xingtong, who was lying on Shen Rourou's bed, sat up suddenly, which made her shudder.

Lu Xingtong was also slightly stunned, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and stayed there for quite a while? Then he got off the bed in his clothes and hurried over? Wiped the candle with his fingertips and lit the candle on the table, and waited until the light faded In the thick and colorful night, she yawned sleepily and asked puzzledly: "Why didn't the uncle light the fire?"

Su Changyi paused for a while while drinking tea, with a blank expressionless face, he responded casually, "Ye Neng? See things?"

Lu Xingtong asked in surprise: "Uncle Master has recovered?"

Su Changyi was puzzled, "It's always been like this. Shouldn't it be?"

"I can't tell. Uncle Shi forgot is the cultivation method? How to use spiritual power? Should his own cultivation base be? It is still there, and his cultivation level has not been abolished. Uncle Shi, you should? Haven't tried how to use spiritual power Bar?"

"Well. Indeed, I haven't tried it."

The world can learn from it, it is indeed the case, the cultivation base of Junyao Xianzun has not been defined from the beginning to the end? It is defined as complete loss, just forget the method of cultivation?.

She even doubted that the transmigration books in real-life novels, those heaven-defying golden fingers that would gain huge spiritual power as soon as they transmigrated to the body of immortal cultivators, do they really exist?

Are the heads of the successors of socialism really so smart?There is no need to understand the meridians of the whole body, acupuncture points, meditation, etc., just day and night, every minute can become a super god existence, is such dog blood realistic?

Don't you need to explore for a month first?

Facts have proved that a novel is a novel, and the difference between illusion and reality mainly depends on whether you believe in illusion or reality. Su Changyi believes in reality, so he still occupies the body of Junyao Xianzun in name only. Pillow.

Lu Xingtong saw that someone was in a trance, so he said: "The books in the Yaoshan Library almost cover half of the classics in the cultivation world. Uncle Shi can go and have a look tomorrow to recall."

The swaying candlelight illuminates the crimson peach blossoms, which is particularly eye-catching.

Su Changyi remained silent, took another sip of herbal tea, raised his eyes and asked after a while, "What has He Qingxie been doing lately?"

Lu Xingtong thought about it, "Junior Sister He..."

"how?"

"I don't know what to say when I say something? Is it wrong to say it? Say it..."

"But? It's okay to say."

"Disciple? I feel that Junior Sister He seems to be a different person recently."

Su Changyi instantly understood.

Today, He Qingxie did not rest in the Suling Courtyard. In this room, apart from Shen Rourou who seemed to be sleeping soundly, only the nephew and nephew were left gossiping behind their backs.

Su Changyi became more and more serious, holding the cup in his hands and putting it on the table calmly, he said, "Besides this, have you noticed anything else?"

She nodded.

"Uncle Martial has been ill these few days, and this disciple is not good to bother me, so I haven't had the opportunity to ask Uncle Martial." Lu Xingtong frowned, licking his lips and said dryly, "Junior Sister Shen is young and I don't know yet, but the disciple's heart There are many doubts, the disciple wants to ask? What is the truth about the Xuantie bridge that day? , the disciple firmly believes in it, but? You now..."

Saying the rest is tantamount to offending, so Lu Xingtong kept quiet and said as much as he wanted.

It snowed heavily that day, the two traded, threatened each other, and lured each other, no one knew about it.

Su Changyi has done a lot of things like crossing rivers and demolishing bridges in reality, but the reality and the nature of the novel are not the same.In reality, it's just two words - "Crazy Criticism". In Su Changyi's opinion, people who fall in love have two characteristics, either their IQ is worrying or their personality is extreme.Pinglan accounted for half of it.

She was afraid that she would be retaliated against if she ruined Ping Lan's affairs. The matter of He Qingxie has not yet been settled?

Su Changyi traced the edge of the teacup with his long fingertips, rubbing it back and forth, "Maybe she was frightened. Recently, she has been distracted. It is the most taboo to be distracted in cultivation. I will teach her well tomorrow. "

"Can……"

"It's getting late, nephew, let's go to bed early."

Su Changyi's mind was a little messed up. The melancholy brought about by the frequent dreams these days made people feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to mention anything about He Qingxie anymore. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. Can? Go to bed earlier.

Lu Xingtong knew how to observe words and expressions, and saw that he was interested? He avoided the topic, and he had a bad complexion. It was too late now, so it was really not good? He got up and bowed, "Then disciple, go to bed first, and you should go to bed earlier, uncle." rest."

Su Changyi nodded.

Watching the other party go back to Shen Rourou's bed, cover the quilt and lie down, after a while, she returned to the bed restlessly to regain sleep.

On a similar night, the dream reappeared again, as if it was pervasive.

The next day dawned, and the morning light was faint.

After the frost and snow melted, the Suling Courtyard was immersed in the sound of dripping water. Su Changyi finished washing and stood silently under the eaves.

The snow water slides down like a string of bricks and tiles, and the lotus in the pond has been baptized from spring to winter for a short time, and has already withered.

The entire courtyard is covered with a layer of water vapor, and the chill? The distant scenery becomes blurred, and everything in the world is wet.

Su Changyi looked at him absent-mindedly. In the distance, he held his robe tightly with his long fingers. His eyes shifted from the dripping void to the corridor near the door. There were messy footprints on the ground. Women's shoe sizes were quite small and exquisite. Turned back at the door.

No one entered the house, she was the one who woke up first this morning, it's impossible for her soles to be dry? Wet, and now Shen Rou and Lu Xingtong are still curled up under the covers, so whose footprints belong to them?

Pinglan?

It should be her.

Seeing that the frost and snow had melted for a while, Su Changyi stood there for a while, went into the room, took an umbrella and opened it, got up and went to Lingqing Hall.

Recently, Ping Lan has been resting in the Lingqing Palace, saying that she wants to study the "exodus of the Yin God". Su Changyi is speechless. This woman is really thinking about how to kill the God City all the time.

In the novel "It Hurts and Kicks Me by My Ass", demons enter the city of killing gods to come and go freely, like entering a land of no one. Immortal cultivators entering the city of killing gods are tantamount to seeking death. Surrounded by demonic energy, a group of real demons danced wildly, and demons acted as the way. Immortal cultivators entered it like a piece of meat for walking. As soon as they entered, they could be killed by the demons surrounding them, and then divided and eaten.

If Pinglan wanted to go in, she had to get rid of her body first, and shed her popularity completely.

Su Changyi thought of the previous control of spirit into the body and puppet art, so he realized it later.

It turns out that this is Ping Lan's ultimate goal. The whole Shangqing Ruins is just an experiment.

In the inner hall of Lingqing, the room was dark, and after looking around, no one was found, so Su Changyi had no choice but to hold an umbrella and go to Yaoshan Library.

Ping Languo? It’s really here. There are four floors in Yaoshan Library. She is on the fourth floor. There are thousands of books on the fourth floor. It was opened and most of them were discarded.

Su Changyi went over and picked up the books at his feet to have a look. Most of the books Ping Lan had read were related to souls.

"The yin god is the soul, and the soul is out of the body." Ping Lan threw down the book in her hand, raised her eyelids and looked at her gloomyly, her eyes were narrowed fiercely, still making people creepy, like being stared at by a poisonous snake Sense of sight?

Ping Lan asked: "Jun Yao, how can 'Cultivating the Yin God' be accomplished?"

She didn't pay attention to what Pinglan said about "going out of the yin spirit", but what she paid attention to was the previous sentence.

"Out of body?" Su Changyi laughed inexplicably, thinking about the two words secretly.

This word seems to have been heard somewhere.

Su Changyi felt that his eyes were serious, and he turned his face slightly uncomfortable, raised his hand to his chin, and thought with a sneer, "Wait a minute, this word sounds familiar, let me think about it carefully. "

Ping Lan narrowed her eyes, pushed aside the books beside her legs and stood up, exhausted of patience.

The longer it takes to occupy Zhu Yu's body, the more spiritual power and spiritual power it consumes. If she wants to take back before, if she is not impatient, on the contrary, she is short of time now!

The author has something to say: #拉一拉热一footprint#

Su: From Pinglan, from Pinglan, from Pinglan!

He: Heh.

Ping Lan: Tsk tsk, the reply upstairs is a bit interesting

I may not express clearly, and the description is not good enough, forgive me.

I will try my best to write the following plots as simply as possible, QAQ.

This dream begins at the end of chapter 27 and ends at chapter 39. This chapter is a transition, and after that it is reality.