take care of yourself

The look on Zhuo Yuanshan's face showed that he didn't know that Chang Xiangsian Yin might have flaws, but his surprise may be more aimed at Ying Yao's words, because his eyes couldn't help but to feel that after Ying Yao finished speaking He glanced at the crystal house, although he quickly took it back, it was enough to explain the problem.

Ying Yao's gaze flicked past Zhuo Yuanshan's face, and landed on Crystal House who had been silent all this time.

The crystal house stopped making any sound after the magic puppet in Ying Yao's hands turned into dust. I don't know if it was because Ying Yao used the magic puppet on Zhuo Yuanshan to stand on the sidelines, or because she was caught trying to answer Ying Yao's question just now. Prevented by the laws of the secret realm, Ying Yao shifted his gaze from the first "Don't Love Lovesick" to the last "Don't Regret", and smiled inexplicably: "I think it's written clearly enough."

Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes subconsciously chased after him, but before Ying Yao's voice fell, the handwriting on the wall of the crystal house was erased in an instant, replaced by four lifelike pictures, respectively describing mortals, monks, ascension and Immortals in the sky.

Ying Yao only took one look, then retracted his gaze restrainedly, jumped two steps with a messy binding on his body, fell to his body sitting on the ground, stuffed the primordial spirit back into the body, and grinned his teeth and uttered two cries of pain. call.

Zhuo Yuanshan came back to his senses, quickly performed two spells, moved the belt to Ying Yao's body, and then the rope he took out followed Ying Yao's soul into his sea of ​​consciousness, holding him tightly as before. tied up.

Although it is still uncomfortable, at least Yingyao can stand up now holding the Salvation Sword. He took a deep breath, stood up slowly and looked around——

The sudden appearance made the crystal house opaque, only the endless sky was still under the feet, and Kunpeng's scales with fine fluff were on the top of his head.

However, before Ying Yao could finish observing the changes, the Crystal House trembled violently without warning, and then seemed to be pulled forward by a huge force. Ying Yao staggered a bit before using the Salvation Sword to stabilize his body. , and then felt that the crystal house changed direction and flew upwards. After a few breaths, the sky was spinning, and there were two aggressive sounds passing through the thick diaphragm outside the wall of the crystal house, and then they stopped in a fog.

Crystal House made a voice at this time: "I have a few questions, as long as I can answer them, I will send you out."

Ying Yao noticed that he said "send you out" instead of "send you out", he raised his eyebrows with interest, wondering if Zhuo Yuanshan had heard the hidden meaning.

But Zhuo Yuanshan's attention didn't seem to be on the content of this sentence. He frowned and recalled the tone of the sentence he heard. This voice was not his mother's voice he had heard before. It was rigid and unrecognizable. The tone of the voice fluctuates, and there is no coherence between each word, it is more like a sentence pieced together with the sound of the words that have been set up.

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't know where he got his mother, he walked to the wall in a little panic and looked closely for a while, but found nothing.

The belt on Ying Yao's body disappeared when the crystal house made a sound. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he felt the spiritual power in his meridians stopped flowing. He and Zhuo Yuan who felt it a little slower Shan looked at each other, Zhuo Yuanshan said, "Spirit Locking Formation?"

This is very obvious, but I don't know whether the spirit lock array is engraved on the crystal house or exists in this fog. Ying Yao glanced at the wall showing a vast dojo in front of him, and sat back on the ceiling thoughtfully. , lifted the robe and re-treated the injuries on his body.

He accidentally bumped into the wall of the crystal house when he was spinning around just now, and the wound that had been wrapped opened and leaked blood again, Zhuo Yuanshan almost smelled blood when he lifted his robe, he frowned slightly , Trying to sense the sleepy rope that followed Ying Yao's soul into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual power can't be used, but the spiritual sense can still be used. After a while, Zhuo Yuanshan felt the loss of spiritual power, and the trapped god rope was thrown into the corner by the sword spirit of saving common people. Ying Yao obviously sensed his prying, he He raised his head and grinned at Zhuo Yuanshan, the smile was full of teasing.

No dharma cultivator is willing to compare with sword cultivator who is more resistant to beating when losing spiritual power. Zhuo Yuanshan glanced at Ying Yao's strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, and immediately gave up urging Long Acacia, and walked to the wall instead Observe the screen.

What he looked at was the wall depicting the images of monks. On the painting was a towering mountain peak. The foot of the mountain had been covered by clouds and mist, but he could still see the shadowy mountain gate. On the top of the mountain was a dojo. It is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, but at this time it is empty, only a few monks with negative swords are cleaning with brooms.

The painting is depicted from a partial overlooking angle. The ashram occupies nearly half of the area, extending from the center of the wall to the corner, and it depicts the pavilions and the people preaching in the ashram in detail. Zhuo Yuanshan looked at it carefully for a while, I found that the machine couldn't see the face of the preacher clearly, and the futons used for listening to the lecture were piled up in disorder on the other side of the screen, with patches of dust generously painted on it, so that people could tell at a glance that this was already Haven't used it for years.

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't understand the meaning of this picture for a moment, and when he was thinking about it, Crystal House asked again: "Why does the Dao have to separate ruthless and sentient?"

Ying Yao focused on tearing off the bandages on his body. It might be that the wounds had adhered to the muslin cloth. The pain made him hiss and gasp, and his temples were dripping with cold sweat. It seemed that he had no intention of observing the murals, nor was he ready to answer questions.

Zhuo Yuanshan knew that what Crystal House asked was the implication of the picture in front of him, he moved his eyes away from the dojo, and carefully observed from the foot of the mountain, there was a word written on the mountain gate, and it took Zhuo Yuanshan a long time to recognize it was "Li Fanzong".

Li Fanzong is a sect of monks in ancient times. At that time, there was no distinction between monks who were sentient or ruthless. However, thousands of years have passed, and the cultivation methods of monks have changed with each passing day. Li Fanzong has long since disappeared in a long time.

Zhuo Yuanshan had only heard the name of this sect, but he didn't know what kind of practice it was upholding, or how famous it was among the monks at that time, but he could barely guess something from the word "Li Fan". .

According to today's division of monks, Li Fanzong should be classified as sentient beings. Zhuo Yuanshan used his fingertips to search for the Taoist temple on the mountain along the mountain road hidden in the vast clouds and mists. Disappeared due to the merciless and ruthless Dao struggle?So what does it have to do with the Tongtian Realm?Is this mural left by the ascension monks of Li Fanzong?

The question Crystal House asked them is still controversial today. When Zhuo Yuanshan was thinking seriously, Yingyao somehow took out a set of needles and threads from the mustard ring, and sewed up the gap in her stomach like sewing clothes.

Zhuo Yuanshan saw his movements when he turned around to observe the next mural, felt a pain in his stomach inexplicably, and couldn't help saying in awe: "Ah Yao is really a warrior."

No matter how unharmonious this sentence came from Zhuo Yuan's mouth, Ying Yao tied a knot on his belly without raising his head, entangled the flesh and blood on both sides, stretched out his hand to slap the saving world sword, and said arrogantly: " Wipe the sweat."

Jiusujian rubbed his forehead with the hilt tied with hemp rope to wipe away the sweat that was about to drip, and then uttered a sword cry at Zhuo Yuanshan proudly.

Zhuo Yuanshan looked at it for a while, then walked past Ying Yao to observe the mural on the left.

"Has Yao ever heard of Li Fanzong?" He asked again, "The answer to this question probably has something to do with Li Fanzong."

After a while, Ying Yao said: "I heard, what is painted on the painting?"

Zhuo Yuanshan observed the scene of mortals farming and weaving silk on the mural on the left hand side, and at the same time recounted the contents of the two pictures to him truthfully, then turned to look at Ying Yao and said, "What does Ah Yao know about Li Fanzong? "

"Li Fanzong has some origins with today's 'Changzhi' Tao, 'Entering the World' Tao, and 'Fengliu' Tao," Ying Yao replied, "but the interesting thing is that they always insisted that they practiced the Ruthless Tao during the orthodoxy dispute. In fact, Wuqingdao thinks they have too many rules, and Qingdao regards them as traitors, Lifanzong has no place to live, so they were expelled from the sect."

Zhuo Yuanshan was thoughtful: "In other words, this mural depicts the Lifanzong who was left out in the orthodox dispute? So what he wants to ask is why they think they are the Ruthless Dao, while the world thinks they should belong to Do you have affection?"

Ying Yao finally sewed up the widest part of the wound on his waist and abdomen. His temples were drenched with sweat, and some scattered hair was messily stuck to the side of his face, making his face pale and lips red.

He carefully threaded the needle and tied a knot to prevent the suture from slipping, and said casually, "I think so, what do you want to answer?"

Zhuo Yuanshan looked at him for a while, then smiled: "Sit and talk, I'm not as good as Ah Yao, why bother to fight?"

Ying Yao couldn't believe that he didn't understand the meaning of "Send you out" that Crystal House said, he stopped his hands for a while, looked up at Zhuo Yuanshan, and asked as if confirming: "Have you made up your mind? "

Zhuo Yuanshan stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture to him, without saying a word.

The Jiusu sword flew up to help Ying Yao cut off the thread that was almost used up. Ying Yao lowered his head again and threaded a thread into the end of the needle in his hand, and said casually: "People have thousands of faces, Tao has thousands of faces, and people have different poses and different forms. Each of them is different, Taoism has various forms, each has its own splendor, and people are not fully understood, so pointing to Taoism as a certain one, don’t you think it’s absurd?”

The various forms of human beings are reflected in the Dao, which creates the various forms of the Dao. If you don’t fully understand people, you point to the Tao and say that it should be like this. Don’t you think it’s absurd?

Zhuo Yuanshan understood what he meant, he looked at Ying Yao in amazement for a while, and blurted out: "Ah Yao thinks he is practicing the way of ruthless or sentient?"

Ying Yao smiled, and the mural that Zhuo Yuanshan had just seen on the crystal house disappeared silently, revealing a thick fog like deathly silence outside.

"What I cultivate is my way, Uncle Zhuo Shi," Jianxiu said leisurely looking at the thick fog, "it's called the way of 'entering the world', but it's up to you to divide it with sentient beings and merciless ones, and it has nothing to do with me."