After coaxing old enemies into avatars

For cultivators, the Sea of ​​Consciousness is a hidden place to calm one's mind and cultivate one's true energy. Many powerful people sink into it when they are practicing in retreat, meditating and asking their hearts.

Yu Sheng Huaizhao, this is the spiritual world connected to the system, and it is absolutely not allowed to be invaded by outsiders.

The system also didn't expect that there are other things in this world that can meet itself in the host's sea of ​​consciousness.

I also don't know why I felt like being caught and raped at that moment just now, but the system instantly retorted: "You are the one who came here uninvited, why are you attacking me?"

All things are born to think that their existence is higher than all monsters. When Sheng Huaizhao discovered that there was a white tiger in his body, it was already quite upset. But the white tiger is just a beast after all, and it is impossible to be wise in a lifetime, but it has to evolve Adults don't care about like animals.

But when it was discovered that there was also a self-aware system, everything was extremely unhappy: "Aren't you the only ancient god tree like me? How many people have you hidden? Why are you so half-hearted?"

The system seemed to think it wasn't happening enough, so it added fuel to the sly: "Although you broke in, he only spoils me."

Wanwusheng: "Ah!!!"

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

Why didn't he just think that Wanwusheng was also a living treasure.

The sea of ​​consciousness of cultivators is just like their cultivation base. The sea of ​​consciousness of those who are advanced and superb is carved with jade railings, blue tiles and vermilion tiles, while mortals like Jiang Wanzhu are warm and lovely rural villas, lush and green.

But he didn't expect that Sheng Huaizhao's sea of ​​consciousness was just a vast expanse of whiteness, vast and boundless, with a heart-pounding loneliness.

What makes it even more uncomfortable is that there is already another cloud of spiritual energy in such a hidden and inaccessible place!

All creatures stared at the system in the sea of ​​consciousness, hesitating for a moment, spreading out the branches of the trees from their own aura, condensing out the legs, feet and torso in imitation of the human appearance.

The wooden doll thrust its waist, looked at the system domineeringly: "Can you change form?"

System: "I can't, but he loves me."

All creatures: ...

Sheng Huaizhao: No, thank you.

System: "And even if you change form, you're still wood, and it's even worse that you don't look like a human being."

Seeing that it was about to attack again, Sheng Huaizhao warned him to cough lightly, and the system quietly stuck out its tongue and remained silent.

Wanwu took a few deep breaths, returned to reason, remembered the reason why he entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and rooted to the ground with his fingertips.

However, before touching the memory, it found that Sheng Huaizhao's sea of ​​consciousness had a strong and stable barrier, without the slightest loophole for foreign objects to invade.

It hit the south wall firmly.

Sheng Huaizhao's memory is related to this world view, and it must not be pryed by anyone in the book, so he let all things live to devour Mo Ren before, in order to find out his spiritual restraint without systematic protection.

The wooden doll was furious, and sat down in the sea of ​​consciousness and sulked.

If I knew it earlier, I would have gone to another person's sea of ​​consciousness, at least I wouldn't have to suffer such resentment.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, he simply rolled in Sheng Huaizhao's sea of ​​consciousness: "Hurry up, I'm going to Yunjian's sea of ​​consciousness, I don't want to stay here with you!"

Both Sheng Huaizhao and the system suffered from his brain ache.

When the little thing went wild, Sheng Huaizhao asked the system: "What can he do in the Sea of ​​Consciousness?"

System: "Wanwusheng's so-called absorption of spiritual wisdom is actually going back to the memory of the original body, awakening the things that have been experienced in the past and experiencing them again, tasting the emotions, joys, anger, sorrows and joys of the world, and even participating in them."

Sheng Huaizhao: "Can't we tamper with the memory?"

Wan Wusheng: "Yes. But whether he remembers everything that has been tampered with after waking up is up to me."

System, Sheng Huaizhao: ...

Forget that this little rascal can hear the conversation directly in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

But it's a great opportunity.

Because of the exchange of spiritual cores, the system cannot read the hero's memory, and now there are all things living... Sheng Huaizhao can dig out all the lost plots and the cause and effect of the animal master and Yun Jian.

Sheng Huaizhao's mind settled down: "Will there be any side effects of recalling the memory?"

Wan Wusheng: "...There are no side effects."

Sheng Huaizhao: "Then why did Jiang Wanzhu sleep so long?"

The system looked at the wooden doll and looked away guilty, and slammed into him with a ball of light: "I'm asking you something, what's wrong with your eyes!"

Wan Wusheng glared at him resentfully, the wooden eyeballs were a little dull, but his mouth was still stiff: "It varies from person to person, Jiang Wanzhu's cultivation level is so low, there are naturally some side effects, but can he do the same?"

Everything is happy, and in Sheng Huaizhao's sea of ​​consciousness, he can see what the wooden doll is thinking at a glance.

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "How to enter his sea of ​​consciousness?"

Wanwusheng: "Just get close."

The branches wrapped around Sheng Huaizhao's hands faded away, and he slowly landed on the ground while rubbing his imprisoned wrists, and walked up to Yun Jian who was still unconscious.

The young man's eyes were lightly closed, his slender and thick eyelashes were like the wings of a night butterfly, his face was like frost and snow, and when he got close, he could even see the winding blood vessels on it.

The two red marks under his eyes became more and more morbidly charming on his pale face.

Just sleeping, his two personalities merged together, making Sheng Huaizhao undecided on what expression to face him.

It's all trouble.

As soon as Sheng Huaizhao's palm touched Yun Jian's side face, the pale lips of the person in front of him trembled slightly.

"……Do not come near me."

It is Bingshan's personality to be so weak but still indifferent.

Sheng Huaizhao tilted his head: "Why are you so arrogant, I care about you and want to kill me."

Yun Jian paused, knowing clearly that Sheng Huaizhao was pretending to be coquettish, but he couldn't help but tighten his lips: "It's me, you are disappointed."

Sheng Huaizhao reacted for a while before realizing that he was talking about the little crying bag.

Sheng Huaizhao guessed that Bingshan at night would repel, loathe, or want to eradicate that weak personality towards Little Wailing Bao, but he never thought that he would think his appearance was disappointing.

He leisurely slowed down his voice, and said lightly, "Don't you really hate me? Why do you care so much about whether I'm disappointed or not?"

This is what Sheng Huaizhao has always wanted to ask. After all, it is a normal iceberg to lose his temper at him, shake his face, and question him with sarcasm like he did at the beginning. How did he become so hypocritical during this period of time.

The person in front of him was silent for a long time before slowly opening his eyes, the outline of Sheng Huaizhao reflected in the blood-red pupils.

Some kind of secret emotion is hidden in the depths, and the pupils are as quiet as stagnant water.

There was blood in his throat, and his voice was hoarse and deep: "It's disgusting to see each other."

Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyebrows calmly, he really dared to say it.

The system shook its head in the sea of ​​consciousness, and all things were confused.

Wan Wusheng: "I clearly remember that he was holding Sheng Huaizhao and crying before, why is it so cold now?"

System: "You don't understand this, typical duplicity."

Wan Wusheng's cognition is vague and ignorant: "It means that he hates it when he says it, but he actually likes it?"

Sheng Huaizhao felt that it was necessary for him to set up a platform for the two in the sea of ​​knowledge and let them talk about cross talk every day.

The system realized that Sheng Huaizhao was not in the right mood, so he touched Wanwusheng lightly, and kept silent.

Sheng Huaizhao put down the hand that had lightly touched Yun Jian's side face, and lowered his head as if disappointed: "You thought we hated seeing each other."

Yun Jian was lightly clasped by the knuckles entangled with the branches, and the wound on his palm was involved, causing a dull pain.

It should be so.

All Sheng Huaizhao's tenderness was clearly not towards him.

He closed his eyes again, restraining himself from observing the changes in the expression of the person in front of him, but Xinzhi held his hand tightly, making it impossible for him to ignore the voice in his ears.

Sheng Huaizhao's voice was soft, revealing a trace of subtle slyness: "... But I don't find you annoying when I see you."

All restraint is broken in one hit.

Yun Jian pursed his thin lips tightly, his heart was beating faster than before, but he turned his head as if unwilling to admit it: "Your words don't match your heart."

Sheng Huaizhao smiled lazily again: "You are here to show off your four-character idiom library, right?"

He frowned, why is this person always so frivolous and playful in critical moments?

Yun Jian frowned and wanted to refute, but he heard a soft smile: "It's really hard to coax."

The coaxing words are gentle, and all the intimate memories of that day in the Demon Realm surged to the surface in an instant, and all kinds of memories made his cheeks burn hot: "What the hell are you..."

Before the words fell, the hand that had just touched the cheek fell to the face again, followed by a soft kiss between the eyebrows.

It was as light as a goose feather brushing by, but it made him startled.

He...was kissed?

All things are born into the sea of ​​knowledge of Yunjian.

If Sheng Huaizhao's sea of ​​consciousness is an illusory wasteland, then Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness is a dilapidated ruin due to wind and rain.

Wan Wusheng couldn't help it: "Obviously the cultivation base is not low, but the Lingfu is so incomplete..."

"Didn't you say you want to go back to his memory?" Sheng Huaizhao's voice came from behind, causing Wan Wusheng to tremble in fright.

"You, why did you follow in?" it said in horror.

Sheng Huaizhao also felt puzzled: "I still want to ask you, why am I here."

He admitted that he was moved by evil intentions and kissed Yun Jian's forehead, but when he opened his eyes, he was in the ruins.

Previously, I wondered if Wanwusheng had tricked him into coming here, but judging from Wanwusheng's reaction, it was obviously not.

Wan Wusheng thought for a moment: "Maybe it's because of the weird and close connection between you and me."

The system gave the correct answer: host, the white tiger you subdued and all creatures have your imprints on them, so they are naturally closely related to you... and the sea of ​​consciousness is equivalent to a spiritual world separated from the realm of cultivation, all creatures are restricted by the engravings, so you Also followed in.

Sheng Huai knew it clearly: It was like when I was walking my dog ​​and was dragged around by the dog. The dog got into a puddle, but because of its strength and the presence of a leash, I was also dragged down.

System: ... I understand the truth, but why do you compare the hero's sea of ​​consciousness to a puddle.

Sheng Huaizhao: Why don't you say that I compare everything to a dog?

Wan Wusheng stared at Sheng Huaizhao vigilantly, he never thought that one day he would see mortals entering and exiting other people's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the most private place for a cultivator, and no outsiders will be allowed to pry into it in his life. As an ancient spirit tree, it has evolved through thousands of generations to develop this ability, but Sheng Huaizhao just kissed that person's forehead...

All living beings looked dignified.

...Could it be that this person is actually very strong?Have you underestimated him all this time?

Seeing his expression, Sheng Huaizhao knew that the little kid was thinking wildly again, so he raised his head and flicked its forehead: "Do what you should do."

All things are made of wood, they don't know pain, they squawked a few times to make sure that Sheng Huaizhao would not leave, the light clusters shattered, seeping into the ruins like ethereal broken stars.

Every year in the world, wind, frost, snow and rain, tall buildings built in an instant, and rotten wood in an instant.

Day and night are dark, and what leads to the dawn of the sky is a baby crying.

Then Sheng Huaizhao's eyes opened like a movie. In the majestic Xianzong, in the deep pavilion and Qionglou, young and immature lives were born.

Looking at the baby surrounded by golden silk, Sheng Huaizhao realized that this was the time when Yun Jian was born many years ago.

Just like every hero of the noble sect, he was born of the wife of the noble sect, he is well-clothed and well-fed, carefree.

Yun Jian's mother is a daughter of a great family with a gorgeous and graceful temperament and a beautiful appearance. She is also born with sword bones.

And his father is Qixiu, the head of a sect, with extraordinary aura.

The two were originally a married couple, but after having Yun Jian, they were even more happy together.

Until he was six years old, Yun Jian's father invited a senior brother of the same clan to test Yun Jian's roots, but after repeated tests, he only said that his qualifications were mediocre.

He didn't inherit his mother's sword bones, nor did he have his father's talent for refining weapons.

Over ten thousand people, the father of Qixiu, who holds great power in his hands, looked at the ignorant child with deep disappointment in his eyes.

At night, Yun Jian's mother, who had always loved Yun Jian tightly, held him tightly in her arms, and it took him a long time to let out a sigh.

She said that it's fine if she doesn't have talent, at least she won't be missed.

The next day, Yun Jian's residence was located in the farthest small hall of Xianzong. It was a dark, narrow and closed cage that could not see the sun.

Responding to every request, the mother who loved him to the bone no longer appeared, the young and immature child cried and wet the jade pillow all night, and there was no one who could wait to pick him up.

Yun Jian has been a soft crying bag since he was a child.

Just as Sheng Huaizhao was in a daze, the picture of recalling his memory suddenly settled in the backyard of the side hall.

He stepped lightly on the steps, his feet were solid, and he actually stood in Yun Jian's memory.

I haven't figured out why I changed from an outsider to an insider, but the system's sea of ​​consciousness is already urging: Host, look at the life of everything!

Sheng Huaizhao raised his head, only to find that the wooden doll imitated his appearance and transformed into a humanoid appearance and limbs, but because of its young age, it only looked like six or seven years old.

It seems that the system that turned into a wooden puppet said it was ugly, it has firmly remembered a grudge.

System: ...I have to say, this elementary school human being really looks alike, in a few seconds it's as if you gave birth to a child.

Sheng Huaizhao: I want to sue it for violating my portrait rights.

system:……

However, before Sheng Huaizhao could catch the little kid back, Wan Wusheng ran to the backyard in a panic, and squatted in front of Xiao Yunjian: "Hello, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yunjian didn't expect a child his age to appear suddenly, the fruit plate in his hand fell to the ground in a panic, and his eyes quickly turned red like rabbits.

Wan Wusheng came to him and sniffed lightly: "Salty tears are fear."

Sheng Huaizhao was overwhelmed by its simple and crude taste of emotions, couldn't hold back, stepped out from behind the pillar, and knocked Wan Wusheng on the head.

He pretended to be calm: "I'm sorry to bother the young master, but this subordinate will take him away."

Xiao Yunjian raised his hand and rubbed the end of his eyes, blinking his eyelashes lightly: "You are not servants, are you?"

Sheng Huaizhao paused slightly, and glanced coldly at the Wanwusheng in his hand. The little kid put on his toddler face and remained silent.

Although he knows that this place is ruled by everything, and how he interacts with the people in his memories will not affect Yunjian, Sheng Huaizhao still instinctively does not want to interfere with his past.

I always feel that if I get involved...something will quietly become troublesome.

But the hem of his clothes was gently grabbed by Xiao Yunjian, and the child said in a waxy voice, "Do you want to eat grapes together?"

Seeing him presenting the grapes in the ice tray as if offering treasures, Sheng Huaizhao felt a little pity, and the wooden figurines in his hands stuffed them into his mouth one by one, like a greedy little squirrel: "Monkey wow."

Sheng Huaizhao really wanted to knock it.

It's a pity that it's my face, and I can't bear to do it hard.

Looking at Yun Jian's pleading eyes, he finally loosened Wan Wusheng's collar, and let the two small groups sit side by side, basking in the afternoon sun in this memory.

Wan Wusheng seemed to be crawling out of a refugee den, taking grapes from Yun Jian one after another, and devouring them hungrily: "How did you recognize that we are not from here?"

Yun Jian handed him all his food: "Because no one here will call me Young Master after Mother doesn't come."

Wanwu's cheeks were bulging, and his big round eyes rolled around: "I know, they call you a disaster star, useless... eh!"

In the middle of speaking, his face was grabbed and forced to turn around.

Sheng Huaizhao smiled: "If you have a low EQ, don't talk."

At this time, Yun Jian was indeed called a disaster star and a waste.After all, he didn't inherit such a good bloodline from his parents. This symbolizes misfortune for a family in the cultivation world, and it is a sign of being condemned by heaven.

In fact, Sheng Huaizhao is also quite strange, isn't this group of cultivators going against the sky, and even going against the sky when necessary?Why is there so much feudal superstition at this time.

Xiao Yunjian was frightened by his fierceness, pursed her thin lips, and looked at him nervously.

It was only then that Sheng Huaizhao realized that the young man at this time did not have those two flashes of red.

That trace was actually acquired?He thought it was a congenital birthmark.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Sheng Huaizhao pinched Wan Wusheng's face, and found that he only had a layer of skin on the surface, and the inside was still hard wood, which could not be pinched at all.

He patted Wanwusheng's strong face: "The dog can speak freely, so you don't have to worry about it, young master."

Yun Jian's face suddenly turned red, and the eyes that were staring at Sheng Huaizhao suddenly staggered, and his cheeks flushed: "No, don't call me young master."

Wan Wusheng looked at Yun Jian's expression eagerly, and pressed the tip of his tongue against the teeth.

It's shyness and regret, and a hint of trepidation.

Yun Jian was supposed to be the young master of the sect who was loved and powerful, but after being neglected by his parents, even a word of young master made him afraid.

Sheng Huaizhao propped his chin up and let out a hum. Seeing that Wan Wusheng next door was about to open his mouth again, he quickly picked a grape and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wan Wusheng: "Ahhh."

After eating the grapes, the ice tray melted, and Xiao Yunjian sat on the steps and turned his head slightly: "Then you are here to kill me?"

Sheng Huaizhao shook his head.

Wan Wusheng swooped down in front of Yun Jian and hugged him eagerly: "I'm here to be your friend."

Xiaoyun froze for a moment, flustered: "No, no, get too close to me, you guys, you will be scolded..."

Seeing his cautious look, Sheng Huaizhao couldn't help raising his hand to poke his face lightly.

Soft, it really is the touch of a small crying bag.

Yun Jian rubbed his face: "Mom... Mom is practicing in seclusion, no one will make decisions for me."

He said: "You are the master here, what are you afraid of them doing, Baozi."

The system whispered: Host, you can stand and talk without back pain.

Yun Jian was only six years old at the time, his parents were neither loving nor loving, and he had the title of "Calamity Star". The people around him who guarded him were all monks who relied on his father... As long as his mother retreated into seclusion, how could he get it? good face.

Sheng Huaizhao thought about it, but he could only sigh that the sword cultivator is really ruthless and desireless.

To be able to ignore his own son's suffering for the sake of the way of the sword is really hard-hearted.

Yunjian Bairi's Xiaokuibao's personality is indeed the epitome of previous memories, because he didn't get enough love when he was young, so whenever someone treats him well, he clings to him tightly.

He touched Yun Jian's hair lightly: "Poor little girl."

Wanwusheng followed suit: "Poor little girl."

Sheng Huaizhao took him away smoothly: "Go to the side."

Xiao Yunjian watched the two bicker obediently, and when they calmed down, he stood up in a hurry: "You, do you want to eat, I can get it..."

"You are afraid." Wan Wusheng leaned close to him, carefully observing his trembling eyelashes with big eyes, "Are you worried that we will leave?"

It was only then that Yun Jian realized that the person in front of him could see through his thoughts, and hid behind Sheng Huaizhao in a panic, holding onto the robe of the person in front of him for a long time, and whispered, "En."

This sound was like a small wooden mallet, falling to the tip of Sheng Huaizhao's heart, causing ripples.

He actually felt a little distressed.

The hand hanging by his side fell to Xiao Yunjian's fingertips, and he held it gently: "If I say we won't leave for a while, can you take us in for a while?"

Xiao Yunjian slowly raised his head, his eyes were shining, and his voice trembled: "Yes."

Wanwu was surprised and joyful, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips lightly. He just wanted to follow and continue to taste, but was stopped by Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao, who spoke softly in front of Xiao Yunjian, like a caring big brother, had a gloomy expression at this moment: "If you dare to use your face like mine to do things like an idiot, I will burn you as firewood." .”

Wan Wusheng was instantly obedient: "Yeah."

At night, twilight is four.

Sheng Huaizhao never imagined that one day he would be able to sleep in the same bed with six-year-old Yun Jian.

This side hall is so small that it doesn't even have an extra bed, it doesn't seem like a place where a big sect should have.

What troubled him even more was the creation of all things.

Is this thing really tens of thousands of years old?Why can you lie on someone else's bed and roll around with the quilt rolled up?

Xiao Yun Jian sat on the edge of the bed, letting him act like a baby with a smile on his face, without feeling that his territory was invaded by outsiders.

Sheng Huaizhao unexpectedly saw an almost loving expression on the face of a six-year-old child.

The system looked at it for a moment, and said with relief: Very good, he must be a good father.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

Destroy it, hurry up.

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