take care of yourself

From the correct answers to these two questions, Ying Yao vaguely noticed something unusual, and combined with the analysis of the elders of the master's sect when he left the sword sect, he felt that he could almost be sure that the purpose of the master of the Tongtian Realm was to Between Miefan and Miexian.

Compared with the daily necessities that most mortals care about all day long, the monks are more leisurely to sit and talk about it. The first question in the Crystal House obviously refers to these empty-talking monks, so the answer to the second question should be answered logically by mortals, but Zhuo Yuanshan The picture on the crystal house didn't disappear until after answering the monk, and Ying Yao hadn't figured out the reason yet, so she couldn't be sure which of the two purposes it was.

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't know if he had thought of this, Ying Yao saw that he walked towards the mural of Feisheng Road after hearing the question, and folded his arms to admire it carefully.

Ying Yao supported the ground to change his direction, then turned back the sword on his knees and stood it on the ceiling behind his back, leaned up leisurely, and looked at the murals.

There is only one road on the mural, surrounded by clouds that are similar in color to the dense fog outside the crystal house. The road seems to be illuminated by thunder, and it looks extremely steep. If the door at the end of the road is used as a reference, each step may be as tall as a person. , non-monk cannot climb.

But the most surprising thing is the color of the road. Ying Yao felt that he saw hundreds of different colors when he glanced at it. The color of almost every step has a slight difference. It fades to pure white, and the color in the middle is also extremely gorgeous, but it doesn't make people feel messy at all. I don't know which holy hand painted it.

Apart from these rich colors and the light left by the suspected passing thunder, Ying Yao slightly raised his head and leaned on the hilt of the Saving Sword, looking up at the half-opened Yumen Gate at the end of Feisheng Road.

The color of the door is similar to that of the last step, except for a touch of crimson on the doorknob. The entire door is outlined with fine brush and ink, with magnificent cloud patterns and extremely complicated dark patterns of talisman seals. Ying looked up at it for a while, Finally, he matched a group of hidden talisman patterns with the rumored "there is a boundary character on the door", and then pinched the center of his brows in bewilderment.

In the history that Ying Yao knows, there is no record of a monk who has ascended to come back. He doesn't know where this rumor spread, and he just used it as a talking point before. If the scene depicted in this mural is true, then the possibility The biggest answer is that there have been ascension monks who have returned, and if the scene on this mural is based on rumors passed down among monks, then the painter may be the source of the rumors.

Because of the Dao heart, the "worldly" Taoist monks seldom ascended. Since the practice has spread all over the streets, there is no "worldly" Taoist monk who can ascend. Revitalizing the sect would be enough, so I didn't collect any rumors about Feisheng, I only heard about it from Fang Li, and I don't think Zhuo Yuanshan knew much about it.

Ying Yao lowered his hands from the bridge of his nose and asked Zhuo Yuanshan: "Uncle Zhuo Shi looked at this mural, is there any place that can correspond to the rumors about Feisheng Road that I know?"

Zhuo Yuanshan wandered into the sky, but did not respond.

Ying Yao asked him twice before he came back to his senses, glanced over, and said with some surprise: "It seems that the difference is very small?"

Ying Yao let out a "huh", allowing him to fall into his own thoughts again, and began to think about his doubts.

"What is he thinking?" Jiusujian walked into the sea of ​​consciousness and asked, "I wonder if you still have spiritual power to use in the spirit lock array?"

Ying Yao finally managed to save some spiritual power, and was completely consumed by the sword spirit of Jiusu Sword after walking around, so he plucked its sword tassel angrily, and taught him a lesson: "Don't move around!" gone."

The Jiusu Sword lay comfortably in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the body of the sword that was used as the backrest behind Ying Yao fell down with a slap, Ying Yao reached out and took the sword back into his arms without turning his head, and subconsciously looked at his waist and abdomen Looking at the wound on his face, he sneered and said, "It depends on whether he still has the courage to use his secret method of turning flesh and blood into spiritual power."

A small part of Jianxiu's liver and spleen were seriously injured. Although the double cultivation with Zhuo Yuanshan had healed more than half of the injury, the blood clots that had been pushed down by the new organs were still left in the abdomen. It was his own flesh and blood, and Ying Yao simply sewed them into his stomach and transformed them into spiritual power with a secret method.

Because the flesh and blood had fallen off, he still had to avoid intact organs, so the speed of transformation was extremely slow, and it took half a day to save a trace, so it was a bit distressing to be wasted by the Saving Sword.

However, the Jiusu sword was lying in the sea of ​​consciousness and rolling around, Yingyao had no choice but to indulge it.

Zhuo Yuanshan was still standing in front of the mural, seemingly concentrating on observing the picture, but he was actually in a daze.

He couldn't figure out why he felt sore for Ying Yao's words "regret at the beginning". It stands to reason that the ruthless Taoist monks who have survived the love disaster should no longer have useless emotions in the Dao, just like Ying Yao raised his sword to kill him just now. , He never had any emotions other than subconscious panic, and he shouldn't have been said "I regret it".

However, he was born to stand here at this moment, and he just felt bitter and unspeakable, and he couldn't understand it.

Zhuo Yuanshan turned his back to Ying Yao, Jianxiu couldn't see the sadness on his face, his mother's primordial spirit, suppressed by the remaining will of the master of the Tongtian Realm in the crystal house, could see Zhuo Yuanshan's expression in his eyes, she was silent Emerging from the mural without breath, he gently reached out to touch Zhuo Yuanshan's cheek, and sighed.

The master of the Tongtian Realm is far better than the monks in the world, and the secret method he left behind made her completely unable to interfere at this time. Zhuo Yuanshan could not feel her touch, nor could he hear her voice. The answer is known in the remaining will, but it cannot be told.

"Long lovesickness... Lovesickness is a love, if you are ruthless to him, then the love will cease to exist," she sighed faintly, "Either the lovesickness fails, or you have been in love for too long, and the fake will become the truth. "

Zhuo Yuanshan obviously didn't learn about the disadvantages of longing for love from his father, she withdrew her hand and went back to the wall, then got out from the ceiling and sat opposite Ying Yao.

Jianxiu turned his eyes around as if he felt something, but he didn't see anything, so he just thought it was an illusion caused by his own pain, and then turned his eyes back to the mural.

Feisheng Road is in the center of the whole picture, and the clouds on both sides are usually solidified and not tumbling. Ying Yao tried to find some unusual places in these clouds, but found nothing.

The question about the crystal house was "what was painted on the road to ascension", he looked at it carefully, and there was nothing surprising except for the colorful steps worth mentioning.

Zhuo Yuanshan guessed that there was no hope, Ying Yao thought for a moment, and tentatively said: "Love, hate, hate, and worry, there are thousands of worries."

One step and one emotion are mostly just symbolic. No monk has ever experienced these hundreds of emotions. The Crystal House acquiesced in his answer, and the color of the mural slowly faded——

Zhuo Yuanshan suddenly turned around and blurted out: "What?"

He collected himself, and asked Ying Yao softly: "So should I cut off my emotions and ignore them, or should I know their three flavors through my emotions?"

"It all makes sense," Ying Yao replied without hesitation, "Why, Uncle Zhuo Shi is not sure about his Dao Xin again?"

Zhuo Yuanshan has not yet responded, and the Crystal House asked again: "If the food, clothing, housing and transportation in the Ascension Realm are not as good as ordinary dust, and the chaos is like a mote of dust, are you still willing to hear the Tao? Why do you want to go?"

From the beginning to the end, Ying Yao only glanced at the mural depicting the scene of immortals in the sky, and deliberately suppressed his thoughts so as not to let it enter his heart. Hearing this, he didn't turn his head to look at the mural, but just stared at Zhuo Yuanshan's face look.

The sword mark on Zhuo Yuanshan's eyebrows had just completely stopped the bleeding, and the blood groove on the Jiusu sword took away most of the blood, not leaving too much blood on his face. What's interesting is the expression on his face. Yao had never seen Zhuo Yuanshan who was in a trance, and couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while, so he could only stare at him for a while.

Probably because he didn't restrain the curiosity in his eyes, Zhuo Yuanshan seemed to be agitated, and then he quickly came back to his senses, recalling the fourth question of the Crystal House, and without any hesitation, he replied seriously: "Of course I am willing. The rose of the Tao Qi, if you don’t go to a high place, it’s hard to understand.”

There was no response from the crystal house for a few breaths, just when Zhuo Yuanshan was perplexed again and was about to take a look at the last mural, the crystal house asked again: "What about you, sword cultivator?"

Ying Yao said, "I don't want to."

He turned his head slightly and looked at the only remaining murals. The murals did not outline any chaotic scenes at the entrance of the Crystal House, but instead drew continuous mountains and countless caves with different styles. Against the backdrop of the dust, the indescribably grand scene is like a cloud, which is enviable.

However, Jianxiu frowned slightly and let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm an old lady with a Taoist heart," Ying Yao shrugged, "I'm enough to worry about the mortal affairs, and it's better to keep out of sight and out of my mind about the affairs of the fairy world."

"But..." Zhuo Yuanshan retorted hesitantly, "Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs?"

He felt that there was something wrong here, but he couldn't find the reason for a moment. Ying Yao glanced at the first mural that disappeared, and asked him, "Are you practicing the way of ruthlessness, or am I cultivating the way of ruthlessness?"

Zhuo Yuanshan was stopped by his question and closed his mouth speechlessly.

Thinking of Ying Yao's first answer, he couldn't help being shaken, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that the Dao really doesn't distinguish between ruthless and sentimental?"

However, before he could think about the result again, the last mural disappeared, and the door at the end of Feisheng Road reappeared, then gradually enlarged, and finally became a size that could accommodate two people side by side, and quietly stopped at the two people. in front of you.

This door is exactly the same as what Ying Yao just saw in the painting. Ying Yao found the dark pattern of the word "jie" on the left side of the door with ease, and then moved his eyes forward along it, and found the other three characters. : "Yellow character B ①"