no thoughts [cultivation]

On the second day, after Meng Yi woke up and had an early meal, he took out the cinnabar and talisman paper that Ling Tong Heng had bought with the help of a few days ago.

He sat on the wooden chair by the window, placed all the things used for drawing symbols on the table, and took advantage of the warm sunlight that slanted in, repeatedly drawing obscure and difficult characters.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Meng Yi felt that as the spiritual power appeared in Dantian from time to time, and then wandered through the whole body, his body didn't seem to be as weak as before.I still get drowsy occasionally, but I can gradually control my body. When I suddenly feel drowsy, I can wake up a little bit, have time to do some movements, and won't faint immediately.

It is precisely because his body is getting better and his spiritual power has been stored that he taught Tong Heng to buy talisman paper.

Talisman paper and cinnabar are also divided into grades, and different grades can draw different spells.This time, the low-grade talisman paper and cinnabar bought by Meng Yiling Tong Heng can be used to draw some common talismans, such as flame talisman, thunder breaking talisman, water gathering talisman and so on.

I haven't drawn symbols for a long time, and I was a little rusty at first.Fortunately, Meng Yi has a good talent in this area. After gradually recalling the original feeling, he became more and more proficient in writing.

When Meng Yi drew the talisman, he didn't use his spiritual sense to inject spiritual power into the talisman at first, but simply used cinnabar to draw the lines of the talisman, feeling the mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, each stroke was serious and calm, from a little Rusty to one go.As the brushstrokes became more and more proficient, finally, when he was drawing the last thunderbolt talisman, he released his consciousness and input all the spiritual power stored in his physical strength into it.

The spiritual power was integrated into the brush strokes, and left on the bright yellow talisman paper along the mysterious lines drawn by the cinnabar. When the last stroke was lifted, the talisman paper emitted a trace of purple thunder light, and the Thunder Breaking Talisman was completed.

After drawing the talisman, Meng Yi put the cinnabar-stained brush aside, sat down, rubbed his wrists, feeling a little tired.

A spell with offensive or defensive capabilities, the quality of its completion is inseparable from the spiritual consciousness of the drawer, the purity of physical and spiritual power, and the proficiency when writing.

Meng Yi's spiritual consciousness was not damaged, but there was no corresponding spiritual support all the time, which made his spiritual consciousness unable to use.Now, he used up all the spiritual power stored in his body these days, mobilized his spiritual consciousness, and managed to make this talisman paper a real talisman.

The reason why he did this was because he wanted to see if he could draw the talisman successfully, and also wanted to know whether the spiritual power swimming in his body was pure.

After resting for a while, he picked up the talisman, looked around, and confirmed that the lightning-breaking talisman was of high quality.

Although Meng Yi has stored spiritual power for a long time, he is still lacking and reluctant. In fact, it is not enough to complete a spell perfectly. The spiritual power that the talisman paper can bear can be more.This means that if Meng Yi can fill up the talisman paper with the spiritual power in his body, this thunder-breaking talisman can become the best talisman paper.

From this point of view, the spiritual power in Meng Yi's body is very pure, just like he was back then, perhaps, it has the same origin as the spiritual power when his body was still healthy.

This made Meng also silent.

The world of comprehension has its own laws and mysterious methods.

When the first cultivator draws qi into the body, the trace of spiritual qi gathered towards his own physical strength, after a long period of tempering and practice, gathers into a group, which is called qi refining.The aura in the cluster reaches the extreme, compressed and condensed into a droplet shape with higher purity, which is the foundation building.The drop-shaped spiritual energy continued to gather, and after breaking through, it condensed into a pill, which is a golden pill.The pill is broken to give birth to a Taoist fetus, which is the Yuanying.

After that, the Nascent Soul will become the foundation of the cultivator, which is related to the realm and even the life of the cultivator. Once injured, it will be of great importance.Losing the Nascent Soul is tantamount to losing the foundation to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and the body can no longer store too much aura.

However, today's Meng Yi obviously lost the foundation of absorbing and storing spiritual power, but still has spiritual power wandering around his body, as if something floating outside his body is generating concentrated spiritual power in his body.

Why did his body become like this.

Thinking about it carefully, Meng Yi was gouged out of the Nascent Soul and replaced by Ying Shuangping. After his life was renewed, he lay down in the Jiuqu Hall and passed out.While his thoughts were lost, he didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, his life was safe, and the wounds on his abdomen and chest had also healed, leaving only faint marks.Such traces are really nothing to a cultivator, and they can be completely faded after being applied with some high-quality elixir.

Meng Yi didn't see Xuan Wen during the whole process from coma to waking up, but he knew clearly that Xuan Wen healed his injury.

Because it's too familiar.

Now, such an abnormality happened to his body. After calming down and thinking for a while, Meng Yi vaguely felt that it was Xuan Wen who did something to him when he sewed and healed his wound 50 years ago.

Combined with Ying Shuangping's weird behavior yesterday, Meng Yi fell into deep thought.

He had always thought that he would be captured and tortured, but because he didn't have deep affection and didn't know people clearly, so Xuan Wen was biased, Su Ge was hostile, and Liu Shi turned against him.

Now it seems that there seems to be other impure purposes in the middle.

What exactly does Xuan Wen want to do?

Just as Meng Yi was thinking, Tong Heng walked in.

"Sir, it's time for dinner."

Hearing this, Meng Yi responded lightly, put aside the thoughts in his mind for the time being, picked up the drawn spell, and walked out of the room.

At this time, the big white goose swayed and came up from the bottom of the mountain.Its stomach was fatter than before it disappeared, and it stopped to burp while walking, and then continued to sway its rich body and move forward slowly. Its black eyes were full of drunkenness, and it seemed that it was living a good life. good.

I don't know how many fish and shrimps in the stream have suffered.

A trace of almost imperceptible joy appeared in the corner of Meng Yi's eyes, and he threw the Thunderbolt Talisman directly at the white goose.

One second, the white goose was still swaying leisurely to digest food, as if it was not awake, but the next moment it opened its eyes wide, screamed, and ran and jumped to avoid the Thunderbolt Talisman.The Thunderbolt Talisman exploded not far from its feet in an instant, and several sharp lightning bolts entangled it, making a "Zi Zi" sound.

Meng also knew that even if the Thunder Breaking Talisman he cast was at the level of the Qi Refining Stage, even if it hit the big white goose directly, it would only be equivalent to scratching an itch for it.

The big white goose knew it too, but it was still very angry. It spread its wings and ran to Meng Yi's side, circled around several times, glared at him, and wanted to peck him hard to vent its anger.I looked at my arms, no, I was too lazy to jump so high when I was full; I looked at my legs, no, what should I do if it hurts from pecking;

Finally, the big white goose lowered its head dejectedly.

Fiasco.

Meng Yi said nothing, reached out and touched its head.

The big white goose was comforted by him, and his mood brightened in an instant. With his round and white belly raised, he walked proudly to the stone table where the meal was placed.Under Meng Yi's gaze, it swept the stone bench with its wings, then looked at Meng Yi, and signaled that it could sit after it was cleaned. Don't thank Ben Goose too much.

interesting.

What to draw in the next spell, the Water Charm seems to be good.

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Liu Kun locked Liu Shi in the house and set up a barrier so that he could not escape from here, so he waved his sleeves and left.

In fact, Liu Shi's mind was full of thoughts, and he had no thought of escaping now.

He still couldn't believe what his father said—that he had cut out Meng Yi's heart.

How is this possible, Liu Shi checked his memory over and over again, but he didn't think of the fact that Bai Han had his heart gouged out, his father must be lying to him.However, why did his father lie to himself with this kind of thing? Even if he was angry and wanted to give all the resources to Meng Yi, he didn't need to fabricate a "heart-cutting" incident to teach him.

With this in mind, he sat in the corner of the room, lowered his head, and hid his face in the shadows.

One moment, two moments...

As time went by, Liu Shi gradually began to doubt himself, doubting whether he had really done that thing.

At the same time, it seems that, as his father said, his memory is only temporarily forgotten after taking the medicinal herbs. fathom.

The memory recovery process is long and difficult.

The pictures that had been deliberately erased turned into fragmented memory fragments, slowly filling Liu Shi's mind.

Old and new memories are mixed together, entangled and unclear. There are scenes when he met Meng Yichu; In the end, he saw that he was holding a sword in his hand, struggling with himself, unable to let go, but for some reason, the sword deviated from its original trajectory and pierced a person's chest. With another gentle stirring, a heart was completely gouged out.

The red light filled the air, and the ground was blood red. The former best friend Meng Baihan was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes dazed and lost.

Someone next to my ear said: "Time is urgent, Shuangping's illness has relapsed, and I can't wait any longer. I need to replace the Nascent Soul for him now."

Then Liu Shi saw that "himself" became very anxious when he heard that Ying Shuangping's illness was onset, he stopped looking at the lying person, and hurriedly followed Xuanwen like a demon, taking the Nascent Soul he had just taken out to serve Ying Shuangping. cure.

The truth that has been artificially distorted is cruel blood.

Sitting in the corner, Liu Shi felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone had pried his head open with a weapon and turned it over.His face became ferocious, his forehead was sweating profusely, and there were bursts of suppressed and painful roars from his throat.

After a long time, the excruciating pain passed, and Liu Shi's hair that had loosened during the excruciating pain was soaked in sweat and fell loosely on his forehead. His eyes looking at the window through the messy hair were unprecedentedly clear.

Finally, I remembered it all.

What he remembered was not only the memories erased by Jing Xinlian, but also the truth shrouded in appearance.

It turned out that Meng Yi was the only one he had been happy with and admired all along.

All his self-righteous true feelings are just artificially diverted.

No wonder, no wonder he couldn't remember how he fell in love with Shuangping, and he couldn't remember any unforgettable or plain and long memories between them.Because the so-called "feelings" are all false, they should belong to another person, so where are the memories.

The cherishing love for Meng Yi that I had hidden in my heart for hundreds of years, the passionate and forbearing love, all of a sudden turned into an unreasonable love for Shuangping on a certain day.

Like crazy, I can no longer remember what I love.

Why, I would suddenly transfer my feelings for Meng Yi to Ying Shuangping...

Thinking of Jing Xinlian, Liu Shi almost immediately guessed that he might have been drugged, the drug of empathy.

Liu Shi deeply felt that he should be grateful to Jing Xinlian, it was precisely because of the process of Jing Xinlian losing its effectiveness that his memory was chaotic and reorganized, so he could remember everything, otherwise the truth would be covered up for how long.

Bai Han.

Thinking of old friends from the past, Liu Shi clutched his chest, feeling anxious, blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

It is enough to have a good friend for a lifetime, to be a confidant forever in Biluo Huangquan, to treat each other with sincerity and never to lie... I used to spend my free time with Jiu Wenyue for entertainment, but later I held a weapon and blocked his retreat .

Eyes full of blood...

His best friend, whom he has silently guarded for hundreds of years, is the wind-singing sword master Meng Baihan whom he is proud of.

How did he lie under his own blade?

The pills or Gu poisons that can empathize are not something ordinary cultivators can possess. Who exactly cast such a spell on him, and what is the purpose... Liu Shi suddenly felt that he was in the midst of a huge deception. In the center, the network cables in the bureau are criss-crossed and densely packed, enveloping and besieging them together.

The purpose of the person who set up the bureau is Meng Yi.

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The next day was Sanyuan Da Neng's birthday.

At that time, famous families and important sects in the world of comprehension will send elders or disciples to gather at Sanyuan Da Neng Peak to celebrate the grand event together.Liu Kun naturally wanted to release Liu Shi one day in advance and give him a reprimand, so that he would not be out of spirits on his birthday and be seen as a joke by others.

Liu Kunfang walked to the house where Liu Shi was imprisoned, but suddenly found that his son had disappeared.

Looking up, the room is full of discarded instruments and spells. Apart from the burnt black marks on the ground, there are scarlet blood splatters flowing. It can be seen that in order to escape from this place, Liu Shi almost tried his best to escape from this place. I don't want my life.

On the Jiuqu Peak.

Liu Shi was in a state of embarrassment, with dust and blood all over his shabby clothes, kneeling in front of the wooden house, with endless regret in his eyes.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he called out: "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

The fat goose nestled in the grass watched his every move vigilantly.

Meng Yi walked out of the cabin slowly.

Seeing him, Liu Shi's eyes flashed with hope, and he immediately knelt and took two steps forward.

"Bai Han, I know I was wrong."

The wind blows the grass and trees.

After a long time, Meng Yi said in a low voice, "It's hard for you."