Spirit Planter

Yan Jinzhou saw that his hands were covered with blood, and the sword in his hand was piercing Zhong Yanhao's chest. He panicked, frightened, and frightened, and stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Du Shaorong saw that he was sleeping on a bed, and everything in the dormitory was filled with a sense of immortality. A slight wind blew in, and the bed curtains swayed slightly, and suddenly he opened his eyes.

Those eyes made him feel like he was looking at himself. He panicked and then lost consciousness.

A distant call came from Yan Jinzhou's ear, "Jinzhou, Jinzhou..."

Yan Jinzhou looked up, the scene in front of him had changed, and a man in black robe was walking towards him in the distance.

It started as a small black dot, and in the blink of an eye people were in front of him.

After seeing the person clearly, a look of disbelief slowly appeared in his eyes.

He rushed over to hug the visitor, overjoyed, "Yan Hao?"

Zhong Yanhao hugged Yan Jinzhou with his backhand, and curled up his slightly pursed lips, "Jinzhou, I'm here to find you."

Yan Jinzhou let go of the person in his arms and looked carefully, "Yan Hao, I apologize to you, I shouldn't have restricted you, I should always keep you by my side, and I will never be separated from you again."

Zhong Yanhao stared at Yan Jinzhou, his brows and eyes were still warm, but he seemed a little more worried, "It's agreed, let's not make an example."

Yan Jinzhou was omniscient, "You have the final say on everything."

The joy of reunion between the two was broken by Yan Zhao who was crying uncontrollably.

Yan Jinzhou patted Yan Zhao's back strangely, "Why are you crying?"

Yan Zhao's body trembled, and the scene in front of him changed. After realizing it, he looked left and right again, and said in surprise and joy, "Did I just get tricked?"

Yan Jinzhou said, "There is no doubt about it."

Yan Zhao recalled what happened just now, "What was that kid just now?"

Yan Jinzhou thought for a while and said, "It should be Menggui's *."

With a solemn face, Zhong Yanhao reminded, "Jinzhou, Menggui is good at confusing the mind, everyone be careful."

After hearing this, Yan Zhao raised his face to look at Zhong Yanhao. After watching for a while, he finally realized, "Brother Yanhao, are you here?"

Zhong Yanhao nodded, "I broke through Jinzhou's restriction, and felt the crisis of Sanpo, so I rushed over."

Yan Zhao laughed immediately, "It's good if you come, the evil spirits of hell are more hateful than the other, with you sharing, Brother Zhou doesn't have to work so hard."

Zhong Yanhao glanced at Yan Jinzhou, "Yes."

Now that everyone has recovered, the scene in front of them has changed again. There is no monk who has unlocked the lottery, and there is no bamboo tube. Several people are standing on a small boat, which is floating on a dark river. It was pitch black, and it was impossible to tell the direction. Looking at it made people feel powerless.

Yan Zhao looked around, "What kind of river is this?"

Everyone didn't know, Yan Jinzhou said, "Try rowing first."

Several people randomly chose a direction and rowed forward.

Pawing back and forth, several people found that they seemed to be spinning in circles, and the surrounding scenery was the same, and there was no change.

This is a ballad, "There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and the return to the shore is the end, and the world will eventually return to sobriety..."

Yan Zhao asked in a daze, "A sea of ​​bitterness?"

According to legend, the sea of ​​bitterness was formed by the tears of a scholar. This scholar left home to study when he was young, studied hard for ten years, and returned home after studying. As a result, his parents were all turned into tombs.

He felt that the sea of ​​learning was also a sea of ​​suffering, and his knot was hard to get rid of, so he took a boat to the sea and sat on a small boat, thinking that in pursuit of studying, he didn't even know that his parents had passed away, so he couldn't help crying.

Tears fell into the sea and merged with the sea. He trapped himself on the surface of the sea, unable to escape. In the end, the sea he existed had no shore anymore.

Those who enter the sea of ​​bitterness cannot turn back, because the sea of ​​bitterness has no shore.

Yan Zhao didn't want to believe it, "Brother Zhou, isn't this a real sea of ​​suffering?"

No one knew the location of the sea of ​​suffering, and it was unbelievable to suddenly say that they had fallen into the sea of ​​suffering.

The singing is still reverberating, revealing the color of bewilderment.

Yan Jinzhou discerned the source of the ballad, and said, "Find that scholar, open his knot, and the sea of ​​suffering will have its shore."

Zhong Yanhao glanced at Yan Jinzhou, he was still so smart, "Is that song sung by that scholar?"

Yan Jinzhou said, "It's very possible, let's look for it."

The three began to identify the source of the singing, and then found that the singing seemed to come from countless directions, and the singing surrounded them, with no direction at all.

Yan Zhao complained, "That's weird, is the dream ghost planning to trap us here to death?"

Yan Jinzhou and Zhong Yanhao looked at each other, their eyes were full of confusion, unable to answer this question.

Yan Zhao thought happily in bitterness, "Brother Zhou, could it be that this is not a sea of ​​suffering at all, but just dream ghosts to confuse us?"

Yan Jinzhou was silent for a moment and said, "The sea of ​​bitterness is used to trap people who have knots in their hearts. If we don't have knots in our hearts, won't there be no way to trap us?"

After hearing this, Yan Zhao said, "It makes sense."

Zhong Yanhao took the words, looked at Yan Jinzhou and said, "The knot that traps us is that we feel that we are trapped."

Yan Jinzhou curled his lips into a smile, "So if we think the shore is ahead, then it is the shore."

The three of them raised their eyebrows at the same time, and then looked forward together, and a wide coast appeared in front of them.

Yan Jinzhou said, "Let's go ashore."

As they landed, an ancient scholar appeared on the shore without a sound. He was fishing in the river with a fishing rod in his hand.

He looked at the three of them and said with some admiration, "You actually went ashore."

Yan Jinzhou looked at the scholar, with a bamboo pole figure and weak writing, "Are you the scholar who cried the sea into a sea of ​​bitterness?"

Hearing this, the scholar felt a little embarrassed, "I just laughed."

Yan Jinzhou looked around and saw that there was a black mist without any way, "Can you tell us how to get out of here?"

The scholar packed his fishing rod, threw the bait into the water, and said leisurely, "Answer me a question, and I'll tell you."

Yan Jinzhou said, "What's the problem?"

The scholar's eyes showed sadness, "I want to die, but I have tried everything and I can't die. I've had enough of staying alone by this seashore."

Yan Jinzhou said, "You are the sea spirit of the sea of ​​bitterness. If the sea of ​​bitterness is not exhausted, you will not die."

The scholar suddenly turned his head, his eyes showed a hint of persecution, and his aura changed accordingly, "Yes, so let the sea of ​​suffering dry up, if you can't do it, stay with me."

The faces of the three of them changed slightly, they had entered the world of scholars, in the world of scholars, he was the master, and the fate was up to the scholar.

Seeing that the three of them were silent, the scholar urged, "Hurry up and find a way."

Yan Zhao said speechlessly, "There is so much water in the sea of ​​bitterness, how can it be done?"

The scholar's voice was clear and light, but he was extremely stubborn, "Someone told me you can do it."

"Someone?" Yan Zhao's heartstrings tightened, "Who?"

The scholar said helplessly, "Why are you so pure in your mind, how could I tell you such a thing?!"

He fixed his gaze on Zhong Yanhao, and his tone was unhurried, but with a hint of ruthlessness, "I'll give you three days, if you can't think of a way, then this person will become my fish."

Yan Jinzhou reached out to hold Zhong Yanhao's hand, "We will find a way."

The scholar nodded in satisfaction, "Then think about it quickly." After saying that, the scholar's figure slowly disappeared.

Yan Zhao looked up at Yan Jinzhou, "Brother Zhou, what should we do now?"

Yan Jinzhou asked back, "Is there a way to dry up the sea of ​​bitterness in your inventory?"

Yan Zhao shook his head, "No." Who would wonder how to dry up a sea? !

Zhong Yanhao turned around to face the sea with a face as heavy as water, and asked them an unsolvable problem. If they couldn't finish it, they would use him for surgery. Would it be an extremely evil idea?

Yan Jinzhou came over and stood side by side with Zhong Yanhao, "Yan Hao, what are you thinking?"

Zhong Yanhao told the truth, "I was wondering if all this might be an extremely evil idea."

Yan Jinzhou was puzzled, "Why do you think so?"

Zhong Yanhao spoke slowly, with a low voice, "Extreme evil wants to kill me, to get rid of your last concern."

Yan Jinzhou said firmly, "I won't merge with him."

Zhong Yanhao said, "But he thought, Jinzhou, he did all this to prepare for the final fusion of the two of you, don't you think that we have become his pawns before you know it?"

Yan Jinzhou looked at the evil thread on his arm that had widened a lot, and was speechless for a moment.

Yan Zhao looked at the two of them, always feeling a little sad.

The silence continued.

After a long time, Yan Jinzhou suddenly raised his eyebrows, "I know how to get out."

Both Zhong Yanhao and Yan Zhao couldn't help looking at him.

Yan Jinzhou said lightly, "Actually, we were all deceived by Menggui."

He explained, "We have entered the dream ghost's secret realm and have never been out. How could we go to the sea of ​​bitterness? The only explanation can only be that this is an illusion woven by him. It looks realistic, but we are actually blinding our own eyes. "

He slowed down his voice, "Everyone closes their eyes and silently wants to return to the position where the bamboo stick was shaken."

Zhong Yanhao and Yan Zhao did as he said and closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, the sign-unlocking monk appeared again, and so did the bamboo stick. Except for the kid, everything was the same as what they had seen before.

Looking around, Yan Zhao couldn't help but cursed Meng Gui's treachery, "So we never left."

Yan Jinzhou raised his arm slightly, grasped a sword, and then stabbed at the lottery monk.

Monk Xiezhi flew back abruptly, avoiding Yan Jinzhou's sword, and laughed loudly at the same time, "You guys are so stupid, it took so long to find out the clue!"

Yan Jinzhou lightly brushed the blade of the sword with his fingers, and the spirit sword lit up, and he swung his sword at the monk Jiezhe.

Jianmang flew towards Monk Xiezhi with a huge sword pressure.

The monk Xiezhi took out a wooden fish knocker and waved it at the sword glow. A brown light flew over, offsetting Yan Jinzhou's sword glow.

Then he took out a bath, tapped it lightly, and suddenly circles of light like ripples flew out.

Yan Jinzhou took out the hat, pointed at the hat, and the hat flew up, eating the light and sound together.

Author's gossip: ps: Please recommend a ticket.