In a famous family of the scale clan like Taoyi Ying, there is no ugly looking family.Even so, the uncle in front of him is still the most beautiful one among the people with disheveled hair.
The head of the four spirits that subdue the nine veins of Yangshan Mountain with their own strength. They have their white legs, their trousers are rolled up to their knees, and their snow-white upper robes and large-sleeved shirts are tied to their armpits with cloth ropes, and a small half of the black middle robe is exposed in the collar. Such an irreconcilable lineage is full of cheapness and flowing water everywhere, but it makes it difficult for people to see. It seems that this person is extremely dazzling and walks out from the picture.
But when Ying Wuyeng disappeared, Ying Fengse was only three years old and it was a few years later to be taken to Fengyunxia. He had a very weak impression of his uncle. Tai half of the courtyard came from the small courtyard. It was the portrait where Ying Wuyeng lived before he became the palace master.
The portrait has no signature, and even Wei Wuyin doesn't know who he did, but his writing is very clever.It should be used in the painting. It is this long shirt with white background dyed ink and sleeves like mountains and rivers. She sits with a cup and smiles, and looks like a smile. Her clear contoured side face is better than a jade carving. Her eyes are very far away, and the two words leisurely are drawn through the painting. She can't help but raise her mouth slightly. She also wants to stretch her arms and stretch her waist, and walk into the painting to raise her cup and shoulder to shoulder, and she looks cool on the same side.
Ying Fengse looked at his uncle, but still couldn't wake up from his dream. His eyes were from the golden scissors resting at his feet, and saw the wooden barrel and bamboo ladle all the way, and even the surrounding garden and nursery. His thoughts suddenly moved: the gilded scissors were placed in his study by his father to prune potted plants, and the wooden barrel and bamboo ladle were cleared from the side of the courtyard. When he saw it, he was very old and not as new as before his eyes.Uncle Fu sorted out all the things left by his uncle, put them in the warehouse one by one, and cleared them out of the courtyard for his use.That is what Ying Fengse has done after taking charge of the affairs of the priest.
This nursery should be somewhere in Tao Yi’s hometown. There are countless courtyards in the mansion, and Ying Fengse can’t figure out where it is. When he was a child, his mother often took him to the garden to see the maid watering and weeding, so that Xiao Yingfengse could run barefoot on the fertile soil, and it would not hurt if he fell.
This is like a hidden paradise between mother and son. He has never seen his father or Taijun's great-grandmother here.
This is a pieced together fictional scene.
The reason why the sense of reality is so strong is that all elements are owned by reality, not fantasy, but they have never been gathered together into their appearance in front of them; such a combination of people, things and things does not exist in the world.
Ying Wuyou. He looked at him with a look of praise, and rubbed his hair with a doting heart. He smiled happily: Very good, you can feel it with just one glance. You have made great progress, Feng'er.
Ying Fengse was angry and instinctively avoided it. In an instant, his vision suddenly rose up. He could look at it horizontally. He was about to speak out, but suddenly felt extremely misleading: I scolded the phantom in my dream, what is this?Why haven't you woke up yet?Could it be... am I dead?Looking around, there was no trace of illusion and confusion, the scenes, perceptions... were all concrete and clear, just like in reality.
If there wasn't another incredible strange thing, he almost thought he was in a new round of descending realms, and all the false parts were real existences.
When he caught a glimpse of the small gold scissors, he immediately knew where it came out, the wooden barrel, bamboo ladle, and even the landscape robes and shirts worn by his uncle were all known at a glance; it was not the kind of knowledge that someone said in his ears, but the light of inspiration emerged and he suddenly understood what it was.
There are no magic or mechanisms that can achieve the common magic effects in the world of decline. When you look at Fengyunxia and Tongtian Pavilion, you already have a trace of eyebrows and eyes. Dreams usually have only one source, which is yourself.
In addition to being too true, this is too unreal, Ying Fengse can be sure that this is within his sea of consciousness, which is the deepest part where he and Lu Xise have arrived and met.But the sea of consciousness should not be such a stable and strong sense of reality. At that time, in order to sense the existence of Lu Xise, he became a boundless black area around him. However, the breeze, soil, and even the aroma of buds and grasses mixed in the garden with the unique stale wood-like aroma of the high walls and deep courtyards... were not the daily habits of responding to Fengse, which made him a little confused.
It should be useless. Smile.This is the wonderful sexual skills that I left to you by my fake Bing Wuye’s hand.In this field that most people in the world do not know, you have become a master without realizing it.
Ying Fengse couldn't help but snorted, and finally started talking to Phantom.
Unless my uncle had planned to leave and was determined not to come back, and he had to expect Jiangjie and Lu Xise to appear, otherwise he was stunned and had a moment of speech.
The Feathered God has a very high martial arts skills, so there is no need to say that, but there may not be no one behind him.
If there is a top master of the same level as Seventeenth Master behind, what else can't be done?
Compared with the tragic changes in the Tongtian Wall, the descending realm is still not really bizarre.
...You can't deny that there is this possibility.You should untickle the sleeves and use a ladle to scoop the irrigation water in the bucket to the mouth.Anyone who does this is embarrassed and rash, but he is so natural that he is a little thirsty.
Your master will never practice martial arts such as Bing Xin, Bu Ye, and "Nine-Turn Ming Yu Gong".He has his own convictions in martial arts, and there is no need to force it.You should drink all the water in the ladle, wipe your mouth with your sleeves, lean against the pillars on the eaves of the corridor and sit with a smile.And you have always looked like a peach blossom since you were a child. There are so many beautiful girls in Youmingyu. Can you bear it?I am using Taiyue’s hand to pass on you, and it is much more reliable than your master.
Yingfeng's color material is not in consciousness, and he will be sprayed with the virtual image he imagined. It is both angry and funny. The mouth is meaningless and it is even more unnecessary to get angry. But this tone is really unbearable, and his face is blushing: Then speak in my uncle's appearance, be careful that I will turn you into a pig's head!
Ying Wuyong said Yiran: But I am still not a pig head Ah so far. Have you ever thought about why this is?Seeing the young man stunned, he said seriously: How come your wishes come true in your dream?If you can dream as you wish, there will be no nightmares in the world.
This virtual sound is too reasonable. Ying Fengse realized that he almost nodded and quickly suppressed it.
‘Thinking in the sun, dreaming in the night’ refers to everything you see, know, and feel when you wake up. Those that are left deep in the sea of consciousness will reveal a corner when you dream and weave it into a dream.Therefore, sometimes it is smooth and sometimes it is not satisfactory in dreams. This is because of reality, and the projection is the same.
Ying Fengse remembered where he had heard this passage.
When he was a child, Uncle Wei took him and Long Dafang to watch shadow puppets. The skin sculptures close to the paper screen were revealed, and even the hollow patterns and cowhide color dyes were clearly visible. Once the distance was widened, the projection became more and more blurry, turning into various strange outlines...
There is no point in fighting nightmare.Uncle Wei sipped the wine with peanuts, feeling happy.
...Because it's not true?He remembered Long Dafang rushing to say.
Because that's all a real part.Uncle Wei smiled and said: Can you reverse time, change what has happened, or turn the overturned water back to the original clear pot?Two little shaking their heads.
No matter whether the shadow is blurred and clear, close or far away, the squid is a squid. You can't let it disappear, and there is no need to deny it. Just put out the candle fire.The old man's sleeves swayed slightly, puff!With a light sound, the candle behind the paper scene suddenly went out, and the stage was in turmoil.As long as you think about "wake up", you can leave your dreams and don't get stuck with it.
Now that I think about it, I realize that I have naturally understood the metaphor of Uncle Wei as a fragment of reality. But I have not studied the fragments in my head that I may not remember even when I wake up.
According to what Uncle said, what is retained in the deepest part of the sea of consciousness is not only fragments, but all.
But just like when he was awake, he decided not to remember his father's potted gold cutters, or he didn't remember the chat with Grandmaster Wei in hundreds of operas he had with him. At this moment, he was facing the shadow of his uncle's skin, and he repeated it through his mouth one by one; this proved that he remembered everything, including the details that he had no idea at the moment.
...So what you said, he raised his eyes and looked straight at the smiling Ying.I asked you to say it?
It should be useless to laugh.I said it myself.You can't let me not speak, right?He clapped his hands and jumped down the stairs of the corridor and walked out of the moon gate.
Ying Feng followed him out, but the scene did not reverse like a mirage. Another courtyard adjacent to him was still covered with flowers and trees, and the care was carried out in an orderly manner. It was indeed within Tao Yi Yingfu.
His eyes swept across the door of the corridor, and wanted to know who was living inside, the person's appearance and name, and another strange sense called familiarity, came to his heart. Although it was strange, it was really convenient and tight. Ying Fengse quickly adapted to this omniscient supernatural ability.
The only thing that cannot be seen through is the fake one who is strolling in the garden.
There is a special ability called "thought and see the body", which allows you to dive into the depths of the sea of consciousness and read these fragments that you will never remember when you are awake.After holding one hand, Ying Wuyi did not look back, as if he was leading his nephew for a walk.If this ability is innately possessed, it will definitely be accompanied by the ability to remember everything you see, and can also be practiced through the Taoist art of entering emptiness and tranquility.But whether it is innate or acquired, you must enter the virtual realm, and you can just close your eyes.
...I am the "thinking and seeing the body"?
No, yours is better.There should be a smile in the useless voice.Even those who are well versed in the "thinking and seeing body" cannot create such a real situation. They are like entering a dream with a clear consciousness. They must constantly resist the vortex of withdrawing from the virtual realm and pulling their minds back to reality. They are afraid that they will be idle and panic and cause trouble for themselves if they have nothing to do, so that they can distract themselves from constructing these things. The pursuit of realistic attention is enough to make them over-aware of the "awake" and immediately escape from the sea of consciousness in the virtual realm.
Ying Fengshou snorted coldly.Then why can I do it? Is it born with divine power?
"Bing Xin Jue" makes it easier for you to stay in the virtual realm than ordinary people, just like people who stay in water for a long time. The way they breathe and breathe is gradually different from that of ordinary people, and eventually grow gills and turn into mermaids. Of course, this is just a metaphor.
The seven chapters of "Nine Turns of Ming Yu Gong" treat your mind as a dantian. If the mind of ordinary people is generally the strength of thin bamboo strips, you are now almost the same as a white stick as the mouth of the cup. It is not forced to say "first-class master".
Even though being praised by himself made the young man feel a lot, he was still shocked when he heard this: So awesome!
...Of course there is a reason, but to be fair, you have good training and your talent in this area is also very good, and you are not as good as Lu Yatou.Compared to you, she is less mindful and does not have too many disorderly thoughts. She has a firm will and a simple mind. Once she admits death, she will not waver anymore. She is born to be unsuitable for dealing with too trivial things.
Are you scolding me in circles?Ying Fengse endured it and didn't say anything, and finally he tickled a little.
The sea of consciousness of ordinary people is like a newborn baby, so fragile that they cannot stand, sit and lie down, let alone jump and run, yours are different.A sea of consciousness that grows and trains a solid foundation cannot be satisfied with sleeping. It will operate on its own, and draws materials from what you store, and builds a reality-based, which may not be equivalent to reality.
...It's like dreaming.Ying Fengse murmured: Although it is fake, the materials and construction basis it uses... are all real things, which are more real than what I remember when I was awake.
The uselessness in front of you is not a puppet he imagined and acted according to his will, but a collection of information from three years old, two years old... and even earlier perceptions that Ying Fengse has long lost its memory, including but not limited to first-hand materials, such as the clothes and outfits of the people in the painting, which summarizes this uselessness.
He is not true, but everything that constructs him is not adulterated; even based on false impressions, the process of absorption is still sincere and undeceptive.
In reality, it is impossible to know a person.
The judgment of the word "true and false" is shaken for the first time in Ying Fengse's mind.
A thought flashed like lightning, and the young man suddenly took action against the useless, and the wind palm flew and pressed silently at his back door. In an instant, the hardness and softness were changed, and the thunder palm burst out!
The mind is coming in the sea of consciousness, without any obstacles. Since this thunder and wind are about to change in the world, it has never been such a perfect display. Just by the feeling and understanding of this moment, if the confidence in the style of the wind and color can return to reality and actually perform the demonstration, the power will be more than doubled?
His scalp was numb. If he could really feel the scalp's heat rushing, his blood would gush and his strength would be irresistible.
He didn't know what would happen if he was slapped by a palm in the virtual realm, but he was ungrateful and the seven masters of the world who were ranked among the Three Talents and Five Peaks. He took a step back and thought that he would never touch the corner of his uncle's clothes.
Look at how you deal with this fake guy!
In the blink of an eye, Ying Fengse immediately noticed something wrong: the thunder palm was coming, but the whole body seemed to be condensed by some invisible sticky thing. The palm that was originally whistling out was filled with this heterogeneous watering. Not only was it difficult to enter the slightest, but it could not inhale the air in the nose. The body condensed in the air, even the hair was still angry, Ying Wuyou turned around happily as if it was not affected at all, and made a little move. While the strange sense of condensation disappeared, Ying Fengse hit her palm along the original momentum, crossing her side, and was cold and tripped by Ying Wuyou, and her head and face fell on the ground like a green onion.
In this way of throwing, my head was afraid of bursting out like a watermelon and breaking red. Ying Fengse even had a heart sprinkled, but she had no choice but to turn into her elbows. Not to mention the distance, she transported miscellaneous air from the box, and even her internal breath could not react. Suddenly, she was pulled by someone on her left wrist, and she left the ground and circled around several circles. When she came back to her senses, she still saw Ying Wuyou standing in front of her. After holding her one hand, she held her smile and said seriously: Are you dizzy?If you faint, take a rest first and don’t show off.
Ying Feng was still waiting to speak, but suddenly a sour breath rushed into his throat, almost unable to hold it in; he saw the fake guy smiling, and became more annoyed. He whistled out a tiger-legged sword and swept his waist!
This response was useless and did not use the magic trick that condensed the person in the air. After bearing one hand, he fisted and flew around the railings of the corridor, jumping in and out, and fighting so hard that it was very lively.
Ying Fengse didn't remember how long it took to hit him, and he just stubbornly wanted to punch him and hit him with a finger. Unfortunately, all the learnings in his life were still resolved. Ying Wuyou didn't even sweat, and looked full of interest. Finally, Ying Fengse roared and fell to the ground in a large shape. He sat up unwillingly, pointed at him and trembled his eyes. He finally squeezed out: You... are not using this martial arts!
Where isn't it?Ying Wuyong smiled and said: From beginning to end, I only used "Tongtian Sword Finger" Ah!
Tong your mother Ying Fengse was almost angry. She suddenly realized where she had seen this scene.
That year he was three years old and his uncle returned home to visit his relatives. The Taijun instructed his father to send Xiao Yingfengse to Longting Mountain at that time, and continued to retain the position of the palace lord for Tao Yi Ying's family.
As usual, the uncle brought out the post of the closest relatives not close to the throne, teasing his nephew on his knees while talking. He didn't expect Taijun to be serious this time.
No one can change what she decided.
My father and uncle had a long talk all night, drank until dawn, and took the wine to the yard, insisting that the two brothers competed: Don’t forget, I also went to Longting Mountain back then.If you don’t have to come back and inherit your family business, you will be your turn to be the palace lord!The result was no surprise, and he collapsed under the corridor steps in the shape of his father.
Fuck, what you used... is not this martial arts!
I only used "Tongtian Sword Point" Ah from beginning to end!
Hu... Hu said, you obviously use the palm technique!
Just use palms instead of fingers, this is to let you brother Ah.
My mother hugged him by the window and looked at him, with a rare smile.
After the uncle disappeared, the demon sword finally fought again and the Chinese New Year. Wei Wuyin came to Yingfu in a sedan chair and led the child who should be called Yingfengse as agreed.
He was still in the fiefdom and recuperating from the wounded city. He could not bear the troubles of the mountain road and could not reach the sky wall. However, Fengyun Gorge could not wait and could not show the reorganization. The Yangshan veins were afraid that they would join forces to divide the sect that had produced the most palace masters.
My mother, who has always been gentle and unintentional, refused to let him go. She didn't know what method she used to force him to keep him at home.
Wei Wuyin and Taijun agreed to live in the mansion for the first half of the year to lay a solid foundation for Ying Fengse. From then on, Tao Yi came to give guidance and acceptance every six months, and then took him back to Fengyunxia three years later. This matter was considered a perfect first step.
At that time, he liked Wei Wuyin very much.
Although Wei Wuyin's face was sick and always spoke weakly, not much different from the zombies in ghost stories, his dress was very similar to his uncle. Taijun was very polite to him, and the scene of his mother smiling with tears and bowing to him was even more lingering in the boy's heart, so he firmly believed that his master was an amazing person.
Wei Wuyin taught him to prick horses and practice Qi, and gave him an interesting little man book. My father called boxing scores. Half a year passed very quickly. When his master left Yingfu, he shed tears for most of the day.
My mother said that Master Wei was sick and he had to be treated well. Only when he was healthy in the future could he teach you more advanced martial arts... As he said that, his eyes turned red. Although Xiao Yingfengse was smart, he could not understand why his mother was sad.
...As long as you can grow up safely.My mother always says so.
Wei Wuyin kept his promise. No matter what his injury was, he would come to Taoyi County every six months and stay in the mansion for more than half a month to carefully guide the boy's martial arts. However, Ying Fengse could see that he was becoming more and more serious, and he was much more silent than when he spoke. In the end, he even took away all the boxing and sword scriptures.
So what should I practice next?The boy asked before leaving.
Just slap the horse.At most, practice "Tianzebiao" again, and there is no need for anything else.Wei Wuyin answered lightly.
Tianzebiao is the introductory foundation of "Tiger's Sword". He practices warm-up movements such as loosening hips and twisting his waist. Ying Fengse has even mastered the sixty-four styles "Tiger's Sword" and his craftsmanship is exactly the same as those depicted in the boxing scriptures. As a five-year-old child, he is simply a child prodigy. Everyone in the mansion praised him to heaven.
Although the old lady knows martial arts, the masters of Qigong have seen several generations. When they heard this, their eyebrows were drooping and their faces were a little bad. They only asked their father to send Master Wei a ride.
That night, Ying Fengse rarely heard his parents quarrel and said it was a quarrel, but in fact he only heard his father's hoarse voice. The vague and forbearable and light sob in the background was probably the mother.
Yunniang, Junior Brother Wei is not the kind of person who uses his own power and self-righteousness and loves to act arrogantly. This is very serious... Let him start from the foundation, which means that Feng'er has practiced all the wrong practice and can't be chewed too much... He is not a martial artist in our mansion, and the Jingjianqi Palace is not a fourth-rate sect with three-legged cats!Who doesn’t go up the mountain when practicing martial arts?
Yes, if you become the palace master and like the second brother, even if you can’t marry a wife, wouldn’t you still send it?He won't be allowed to become a monk... You don't know how many sends the Huahua Palace Masters have. The three wives and four concubines at the foot of the mountain are not as good as you don't... don't do this!I can't say such things anymore... Taijun loves you and can tolerate you for a while. Junior Brother Wei gave him a way out. Taijun has to sell his face, but he must not be able to do it again.If everyone is so embarrassed, can this Taijun still be the one?Don't...this kind of thing...please stop saying it!Listen to me, Yunniang!
From that day on, my mother laughed less and less often, and shed tears at him all the time.
When he left home, he didn't even see his mother. They told him that her mother was sick, but they didn't let Xiao Yingse see her.
Taijun personally led him out of the house, and refused to let go until Ying Fengse got into the sedan chair. The thick and cold skin like straw paper made me feel numb now that I thought about it.
Just like your second uncle, you should be glorious and come back to see your mother.The old woman said lightly.
After going up the mountain, Taijun never approved him to go home to visit his relatives. His mother sent people to Fengyunxia every year. The person who came was neither the maids and servants beside his mother, nor the mansion whom Yingfeng was familiar with. He spoke indifferently and had to speak indifferently, and he had to speak indifferently whenever he asked.
When Ying Fengse was ten years old, Taijun passed away. He ordered him not to go back to Taoyi to attend the funeral. In addition, there was no word for this grandson who had been away from home for many years. He had finished what he should say when you got into the sedan chair, and he almost sent someone to stab Ying Fengse's arm.
The next year, Uncle Wei also left. Ying Fengse, as the sect leader, received an envoy sent by the mansion. He was an old accountant. Ying Fengse still remembers that he had to hold him and play with him when he was a child.
The gifts brought up the mountain were very decent, and the money was even more expensive, but there was no close-fitting daily necessities such as clothes, boots, and shoes.
At a certain moment during the conversation, Ying Fengse suddenly realized that her mother was no longer there, and they had been hiding it from him because of the instructing of Taijun.
When did my mother... leave?
He flipped through the shirts and pants that had not fit enough on the bottom of the wardrobe, trying to find the starting point of the style.
wrong.
He went up the top of the mountain for a year, and he didn't know the man who claimed to be his mother's order at all, so the considerate mother would not do so.
Are you worried that the people around you will not let the person around you come and they can’t help but reveal the news of their mother’s death to him?
Very likely.
On the day he left home, his mother didn't even come to see him off. Could it be that at that time, my mother was already staring at the other side of the moon gate in a daze. The door was dark, as if some man-eating monster would run out at any time.
Now he understood why he was here; by passing through this moon gate, he could reach the small courtyard where his mother lived alone.
Will he find the answer in the yard?
Ying Fengse sat quietly for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to get up. Turning his head and looking at Ying was useless.
The man with a shirtless hair, like a landscape, gently caught his gaze.What you haven't seen or heard will not appear here.Just like you have never asked me, "Uncle, where are you going?", you instinctively know that there will be no answer.But no matter what you did or didn't do, she wouldn't blame you.
She used a very stupid method, perhaps the only way she could come up with, trying to keep you in Taoyi. The first time she seemed to succeed, but unfortunately failed the second time.So you must live well and work hard to survive, which is her greatest wish.
Ying Fengse raised her eyes.
You said that my sea of consciousness is unique, "there is a reason," and am I... dead?
Without physical burden, the mind will naturally be more pure and more detached.Ying Wuyong smiled slightly and said seriously: You are not dead yet.Do you know after death? At least you and I don’t know yet. The reason why your mind can still operate is because it is temporarily attached to other people’s bodies. These memory fragments that were originally stored in the deepest sea of consciousness are moved one by one like a warehouse. By the way, I took a look at it and said that it was just basking in the sun, so you saw me.
But now, you have to make a choice.You and the original owner of this body are both trapped in the sea of consciousness, the body has no master, and the misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable.Or you return your body to him, or you have to take this body out of danger. If you come back to life, you will most likely not be able to divert your mind and escape from the heaven of birth.You know, people's luck won't always be that good.
Ying Fengse was a little confused by his words, and vaguely remembered a trace of the image of escaping into the sea of consciousness, because the strongest thing was always pain, anger, the surprise and unwillingness of being betrayed... The moment it surged into my heart, I couldn't help but subconsciously shook my head to disperse it, so I couldn't remember the whole picture for a long time, and I frowned: The original owner's consciousness... Is there anyone else here?Why didn't I see it?
It should be useless to take out a long-handled mirror from behind the waist. The water-grinding copper mirror of the yellow bob is only the size of a palm and is polished very brightly.
The man with his hair was straightened by the bronze mirror, and suddenly he shouted: Let's see, who are you!
Ying Fengse looked closely and saw that the bronze mirror was reflected in the dark young man with deep eyes, high cheekbones and distinct facial features. He swung his fists in horror, as if he was trapped in the mirror, and the hoarse voice could be vaguely heard outside the mirror: Elder, save me!Here...what is this place? Why can't I see anything?Me...what is wrong with me?Elder... Elder!
(No...I don't want this...No...)
I don't want it...I don't want it!
Ying Fengse suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he could not move. The dust accumulated in the air was very heavy, as if it was about to fall, but it never really fell. I don’t know how long it took, but he realized that what was pressing on one side of his face and was less than one foot apart were things like bed or door panels.
It's a bed.
This is a room on the side of the corridor... He beat Jiang Lucheng hard and drove her naked ass out of the room next to him.
He remembered the location of tables, chairs and doors at both ends, and each room had a subtle difference.
He thought of Long Dafang, the scorching pain of the penis inserted into his abdomen, and the despair and setback that quickly lost his physical strength with blood.
As my thoughts settled, my eyes slowly adapted to the darkness, so clear that I was a little sharp and confident in my night vision skills, but I had never been as clear as I am now, as if I had changed my eyes from two tigers and leopards.
Outside the bed, a corpse with round eyes lying parallel to him. The blood under the corpse spread to the bottom of the bed and even began to solidify. The wet and sticky touch accumulated under Yingfeng's arms and beside him, and it was a little cold.
Despite being distorted to a terrifying level, he was very familiar with the face of the deceased. It was the face that he could see in the water basin in the bronze mirror every morning after the past few years. It had a handsome and gloomy look that made him proud. He easily charmed the young girls with a smile, making them willing to give themselves.
That was his body.Ying Fengse, a Qiliner in Fengyunxia and known as Tianque Tongyu, stared at him with a blood-spreading turbid pupils that seemed to burst out from his eyes, his lips were all white, and there was no longer a trace of a living aura.
The head of the four spirits that subdue the nine veins of Yangshan Mountain with their own strength. They have their white legs, their trousers are rolled up to their knees, and their snow-white upper robes and large-sleeved shirts are tied to their armpits with cloth ropes, and a small half of the black middle robe is exposed in the collar. Such an irreconcilable lineage is full of cheapness and flowing water everywhere, but it makes it difficult for people to see. It seems that this person is extremely dazzling and walks out from the picture.
But when Ying Wuyeng disappeared, Ying Fengse was only three years old and it was a few years later to be taken to Fengyunxia. He had a very weak impression of his uncle. Tai half of the courtyard came from the small courtyard. It was the portrait where Ying Wuyeng lived before he became the palace master.
The portrait has no signature, and even Wei Wuyin doesn't know who he did, but his writing is very clever.It should be used in the painting. It is this long shirt with white background dyed ink and sleeves like mountains and rivers. She sits with a cup and smiles, and looks like a smile. Her clear contoured side face is better than a jade carving. Her eyes are very far away, and the two words leisurely are drawn through the painting. She can't help but raise her mouth slightly. She also wants to stretch her arms and stretch her waist, and walk into the painting to raise her cup and shoulder to shoulder, and she looks cool on the same side.
Ying Fengse looked at his uncle, but still couldn't wake up from his dream. His eyes were from the golden scissors resting at his feet, and saw the wooden barrel and bamboo ladle all the way, and even the surrounding garden and nursery. His thoughts suddenly moved: the gilded scissors were placed in his study by his father to prune potted plants, and the wooden barrel and bamboo ladle were cleared from the side of the courtyard. When he saw it, he was very old and not as new as before his eyes.Uncle Fu sorted out all the things left by his uncle, put them in the warehouse one by one, and cleared them out of the courtyard for his use.That is what Ying Fengse has done after taking charge of the affairs of the priest.
This nursery should be somewhere in Tao Yi’s hometown. There are countless courtyards in the mansion, and Ying Fengse can’t figure out where it is. When he was a child, his mother often took him to the garden to see the maid watering and weeding, so that Xiao Yingfengse could run barefoot on the fertile soil, and it would not hurt if he fell.
This is like a hidden paradise between mother and son. He has never seen his father or Taijun's great-grandmother here.
This is a pieced together fictional scene.
The reason why the sense of reality is so strong is that all elements are owned by reality, not fantasy, but they have never been gathered together into their appearance in front of them; such a combination of people, things and things does not exist in the world.
Ying Wuyou. He looked at him with a look of praise, and rubbed his hair with a doting heart. He smiled happily: Very good, you can feel it with just one glance. You have made great progress, Feng'er.
Ying Fengse was angry and instinctively avoided it. In an instant, his vision suddenly rose up. He could look at it horizontally. He was about to speak out, but suddenly felt extremely misleading: I scolded the phantom in my dream, what is this?Why haven't you woke up yet?Could it be... am I dead?Looking around, there was no trace of illusion and confusion, the scenes, perceptions... were all concrete and clear, just like in reality.
If there wasn't another incredible strange thing, he almost thought he was in a new round of descending realms, and all the false parts were real existences.
When he caught a glimpse of the small gold scissors, he immediately knew where it came out, the wooden barrel, bamboo ladle, and even the landscape robes and shirts worn by his uncle were all known at a glance; it was not the kind of knowledge that someone said in his ears, but the light of inspiration emerged and he suddenly understood what it was.
There are no magic or mechanisms that can achieve the common magic effects in the world of decline. When you look at Fengyunxia and Tongtian Pavilion, you already have a trace of eyebrows and eyes. Dreams usually have only one source, which is yourself.
In addition to being too true, this is too unreal, Ying Fengse can be sure that this is within his sea of consciousness, which is the deepest part where he and Lu Xise have arrived and met.But the sea of consciousness should not be such a stable and strong sense of reality. At that time, in order to sense the existence of Lu Xise, he became a boundless black area around him. However, the breeze, soil, and even the aroma of buds and grasses mixed in the garden with the unique stale wood-like aroma of the high walls and deep courtyards... were not the daily habits of responding to Fengse, which made him a little confused.
It should be useless. Smile.This is the wonderful sexual skills that I left to you by my fake Bing Wuye’s hand.In this field that most people in the world do not know, you have become a master without realizing it.
Ying Fengse couldn't help but snorted, and finally started talking to Phantom.
Unless my uncle had planned to leave and was determined not to come back, and he had to expect Jiangjie and Lu Xise to appear, otherwise he was stunned and had a moment of speech.
The Feathered God has a very high martial arts skills, so there is no need to say that, but there may not be no one behind him.
If there is a top master of the same level as Seventeenth Master behind, what else can't be done?
Compared with the tragic changes in the Tongtian Wall, the descending realm is still not really bizarre.
...You can't deny that there is this possibility.You should untickle the sleeves and use a ladle to scoop the irrigation water in the bucket to the mouth.Anyone who does this is embarrassed and rash, but he is so natural that he is a little thirsty.
Your master will never practice martial arts such as Bing Xin, Bu Ye, and "Nine-Turn Ming Yu Gong".He has his own convictions in martial arts, and there is no need to force it.You should drink all the water in the ladle, wipe your mouth with your sleeves, lean against the pillars on the eaves of the corridor and sit with a smile.And you have always looked like a peach blossom since you were a child. There are so many beautiful girls in Youmingyu. Can you bear it?I am using Taiyue’s hand to pass on you, and it is much more reliable than your master.
Yingfeng's color material is not in consciousness, and he will be sprayed with the virtual image he imagined. It is both angry and funny. The mouth is meaningless and it is even more unnecessary to get angry. But this tone is really unbearable, and his face is blushing: Then speak in my uncle's appearance, be careful that I will turn you into a pig's head!
Ying Wuyong said Yiran: But I am still not a pig head Ah so far. Have you ever thought about why this is?Seeing the young man stunned, he said seriously: How come your wishes come true in your dream?If you can dream as you wish, there will be no nightmares in the world.
This virtual sound is too reasonable. Ying Fengse realized that he almost nodded and quickly suppressed it.
‘Thinking in the sun, dreaming in the night’ refers to everything you see, know, and feel when you wake up. Those that are left deep in the sea of consciousness will reveal a corner when you dream and weave it into a dream.Therefore, sometimes it is smooth and sometimes it is not satisfactory in dreams. This is because of reality, and the projection is the same.
Ying Fengse remembered where he had heard this passage.
When he was a child, Uncle Wei took him and Long Dafang to watch shadow puppets. The skin sculptures close to the paper screen were revealed, and even the hollow patterns and cowhide color dyes were clearly visible. Once the distance was widened, the projection became more and more blurry, turning into various strange outlines...
There is no point in fighting nightmare.Uncle Wei sipped the wine with peanuts, feeling happy.
...Because it's not true?He remembered Long Dafang rushing to say.
Because that's all a real part.Uncle Wei smiled and said: Can you reverse time, change what has happened, or turn the overturned water back to the original clear pot?Two little shaking their heads.
No matter whether the shadow is blurred and clear, close or far away, the squid is a squid. You can't let it disappear, and there is no need to deny it. Just put out the candle fire.The old man's sleeves swayed slightly, puff!With a light sound, the candle behind the paper scene suddenly went out, and the stage was in turmoil.As long as you think about "wake up", you can leave your dreams and don't get stuck with it.
Now that I think about it, I realize that I have naturally understood the metaphor of Uncle Wei as a fragment of reality. But I have not studied the fragments in my head that I may not remember even when I wake up.
According to what Uncle said, what is retained in the deepest part of the sea of consciousness is not only fragments, but all.
But just like when he was awake, he decided not to remember his father's potted gold cutters, or he didn't remember the chat with Grandmaster Wei in hundreds of operas he had with him. At this moment, he was facing the shadow of his uncle's skin, and he repeated it through his mouth one by one; this proved that he remembered everything, including the details that he had no idea at the moment.
...So what you said, he raised his eyes and looked straight at the smiling Ying.I asked you to say it?
It should be useless to laugh.I said it myself.You can't let me not speak, right?He clapped his hands and jumped down the stairs of the corridor and walked out of the moon gate.
Ying Feng followed him out, but the scene did not reverse like a mirage. Another courtyard adjacent to him was still covered with flowers and trees, and the care was carried out in an orderly manner. It was indeed within Tao Yi Yingfu.
His eyes swept across the door of the corridor, and wanted to know who was living inside, the person's appearance and name, and another strange sense called familiarity, came to his heart. Although it was strange, it was really convenient and tight. Ying Fengse quickly adapted to this omniscient supernatural ability.
The only thing that cannot be seen through is the fake one who is strolling in the garden.
There is a special ability called "thought and see the body", which allows you to dive into the depths of the sea of consciousness and read these fragments that you will never remember when you are awake.After holding one hand, Ying Wuyi did not look back, as if he was leading his nephew for a walk.If this ability is innately possessed, it will definitely be accompanied by the ability to remember everything you see, and can also be practiced through the Taoist art of entering emptiness and tranquility.But whether it is innate or acquired, you must enter the virtual realm, and you can just close your eyes.
...I am the "thinking and seeing the body"?
No, yours is better.There should be a smile in the useless voice.Even those who are well versed in the "thinking and seeing body" cannot create such a real situation. They are like entering a dream with a clear consciousness. They must constantly resist the vortex of withdrawing from the virtual realm and pulling their minds back to reality. They are afraid that they will be idle and panic and cause trouble for themselves if they have nothing to do, so that they can distract themselves from constructing these things. The pursuit of realistic attention is enough to make them over-aware of the "awake" and immediately escape from the sea of consciousness in the virtual realm.
Ying Fengshou snorted coldly.Then why can I do it? Is it born with divine power?
"Bing Xin Jue" makes it easier for you to stay in the virtual realm than ordinary people, just like people who stay in water for a long time. The way they breathe and breathe is gradually different from that of ordinary people, and eventually grow gills and turn into mermaids. Of course, this is just a metaphor.
The seven chapters of "Nine Turns of Ming Yu Gong" treat your mind as a dantian. If the mind of ordinary people is generally the strength of thin bamboo strips, you are now almost the same as a white stick as the mouth of the cup. It is not forced to say "first-class master".
Even though being praised by himself made the young man feel a lot, he was still shocked when he heard this: So awesome!
...Of course there is a reason, but to be fair, you have good training and your talent in this area is also very good, and you are not as good as Lu Yatou.Compared to you, she is less mindful and does not have too many disorderly thoughts. She has a firm will and a simple mind. Once she admits death, she will not waver anymore. She is born to be unsuitable for dealing with too trivial things.
Are you scolding me in circles?Ying Fengse endured it and didn't say anything, and finally he tickled a little.
The sea of consciousness of ordinary people is like a newborn baby, so fragile that they cannot stand, sit and lie down, let alone jump and run, yours are different.A sea of consciousness that grows and trains a solid foundation cannot be satisfied with sleeping. It will operate on its own, and draws materials from what you store, and builds a reality-based, which may not be equivalent to reality.
...It's like dreaming.Ying Fengse murmured: Although it is fake, the materials and construction basis it uses... are all real things, which are more real than what I remember when I was awake.
The uselessness in front of you is not a puppet he imagined and acted according to his will, but a collection of information from three years old, two years old... and even earlier perceptions that Ying Fengse has long lost its memory, including but not limited to first-hand materials, such as the clothes and outfits of the people in the painting, which summarizes this uselessness.
He is not true, but everything that constructs him is not adulterated; even based on false impressions, the process of absorption is still sincere and undeceptive.
In reality, it is impossible to know a person.
The judgment of the word "true and false" is shaken for the first time in Ying Fengse's mind.
A thought flashed like lightning, and the young man suddenly took action against the useless, and the wind palm flew and pressed silently at his back door. In an instant, the hardness and softness were changed, and the thunder palm burst out!
The mind is coming in the sea of consciousness, without any obstacles. Since this thunder and wind are about to change in the world, it has never been such a perfect display. Just by the feeling and understanding of this moment, if the confidence in the style of the wind and color can return to reality and actually perform the demonstration, the power will be more than doubled?
His scalp was numb. If he could really feel the scalp's heat rushing, his blood would gush and his strength would be irresistible.
He didn't know what would happen if he was slapped by a palm in the virtual realm, but he was ungrateful and the seven masters of the world who were ranked among the Three Talents and Five Peaks. He took a step back and thought that he would never touch the corner of his uncle's clothes.
Look at how you deal with this fake guy!
In the blink of an eye, Ying Fengse immediately noticed something wrong: the thunder palm was coming, but the whole body seemed to be condensed by some invisible sticky thing. The palm that was originally whistling out was filled with this heterogeneous watering. Not only was it difficult to enter the slightest, but it could not inhale the air in the nose. The body condensed in the air, even the hair was still angry, Ying Wuyou turned around happily as if it was not affected at all, and made a little move. While the strange sense of condensation disappeared, Ying Fengse hit her palm along the original momentum, crossing her side, and was cold and tripped by Ying Wuyou, and her head and face fell on the ground like a green onion.
In this way of throwing, my head was afraid of bursting out like a watermelon and breaking red. Ying Fengse even had a heart sprinkled, but she had no choice but to turn into her elbows. Not to mention the distance, she transported miscellaneous air from the box, and even her internal breath could not react. Suddenly, she was pulled by someone on her left wrist, and she left the ground and circled around several circles. When she came back to her senses, she still saw Ying Wuyou standing in front of her. After holding her one hand, she held her smile and said seriously: Are you dizzy?If you faint, take a rest first and don’t show off.
Ying Feng was still waiting to speak, but suddenly a sour breath rushed into his throat, almost unable to hold it in; he saw the fake guy smiling, and became more annoyed. He whistled out a tiger-legged sword and swept his waist!
This response was useless and did not use the magic trick that condensed the person in the air. After bearing one hand, he fisted and flew around the railings of the corridor, jumping in and out, and fighting so hard that it was very lively.
Ying Fengse didn't remember how long it took to hit him, and he just stubbornly wanted to punch him and hit him with a finger. Unfortunately, all the learnings in his life were still resolved. Ying Wuyou didn't even sweat, and looked full of interest. Finally, Ying Fengse roared and fell to the ground in a large shape. He sat up unwillingly, pointed at him and trembled his eyes. He finally squeezed out: You... are not using this martial arts!
Where isn't it?Ying Wuyong smiled and said: From beginning to end, I only used "Tongtian Sword Finger" Ah!
Tong your mother Ying Fengse was almost angry. She suddenly realized where she had seen this scene.
That year he was three years old and his uncle returned home to visit his relatives. The Taijun instructed his father to send Xiao Yingfengse to Longting Mountain at that time, and continued to retain the position of the palace lord for Tao Yi Ying's family.
As usual, the uncle brought out the post of the closest relatives not close to the throne, teasing his nephew on his knees while talking. He didn't expect Taijun to be serious this time.
No one can change what she decided.
My father and uncle had a long talk all night, drank until dawn, and took the wine to the yard, insisting that the two brothers competed: Don’t forget, I also went to Longting Mountain back then.If you don’t have to come back and inherit your family business, you will be your turn to be the palace lord!The result was no surprise, and he collapsed under the corridor steps in the shape of his father.
Fuck, what you used... is not this martial arts!
I only used "Tongtian Sword Point" Ah from beginning to end!
Hu... Hu said, you obviously use the palm technique!
Just use palms instead of fingers, this is to let you brother Ah.
My mother hugged him by the window and looked at him, with a rare smile.
After the uncle disappeared, the demon sword finally fought again and the Chinese New Year. Wei Wuyin came to Yingfu in a sedan chair and led the child who should be called Yingfengse as agreed.
He was still in the fiefdom and recuperating from the wounded city. He could not bear the troubles of the mountain road and could not reach the sky wall. However, Fengyun Gorge could not wait and could not show the reorganization. The Yangshan veins were afraid that they would join forces to divide the sect that had produced the most palace masters.
My mother, who has always been gentle and unintentional, refused to let him go. She didn't know what method she used to force him to keep him at home.
Wei Wuyin and Taijun agreed to live in the mansion for the first half of the year to lay a solid foundation for Ying Fengse. From then on, Tao Yi came to give guidance and acceptance every six months, and then took him back to Fengyunxia three years later. This matter was considered a perfect first step.
At that time, he liked Wei Wuyin very much.
Although Wei Wuyin's face was sick and always spoke weakly, not much different from the zombies in ghost stories, his dress was very similar to his uncle. Taijun was very polite to him, and the scene of his mother smiling with tears and bowing to him was even more lingering in the boy's heart, so he firmly believed that his master was an amazing person.
Wei Wuyin taught him to prick horses and practice Qi, and gave him an interesting little man book. My father called boxing scores. Half a year passed very quickly. When his master left Yingfu, he shed tears for most of the day.
My mother said that Master Wei was sick and he had to be treated well. Only when he was healthy in the future could he teach you more advanced martial arts... As he said that, his eyes turned red. Although Xiao Yingfengse was smart, he could not understand why his mother was sad.
...As long as you can grow up safely.My mother always says so.
Wei Wuyin kept his promise. No matter what his injury was, he would come to Taoyi County every six months and stay in the mansion for more than half a month to carefully guide the boy's martial arts. However, Ying Fengse could see that he was becoming more and more serious, and he was much more silent than when he spoke. In the end, he even took away all the boxing and sword scriptures.
So what should I practice next?The boy asked before leaving.
Just slap the horse.At most, practice "Tianzebiao" again, and there is no need for anything else.Wei Wuyin answered lightly.
Tianzebiao is the introductory foundation of "Tiger's Sword". He practices warm-up movements such as loosening hips and twisting his waist. Ying Fengse has even mastered the sixty-four styles "Tiger's Sword" and his craftsmanship is exactly the same as those depicted in the boxing scriptures. As a five-year-old child, he is simply a child prodigy. Everyone in the mansion praised him to heaven.
Although the old lady knows martial arts, the masters of Qigong have seen several generations. When they heard this, their eyebrows were drooping and their faces were a little bad. They only asked their father to send Master Wei a ride.
That night, Ying Fengse rarely heard his parents quarrel and said it was a quarrel, but in fact he only heard his father's hoarse voice. The vague and forbearable and light sob in the background was probably the mother.
Yunniang, Junior Brother Wei is not the kind of person who uses his own power and self-righteousness and loves to act arrogantly. This is very serious... Let him start from the foundation, which means that Feng'er has practiced all the wrong practice and can't be chewed too much... He is not a martial artist in our mansion, and the Jingjianqi Palace is not a fourth-rate sect with three-legged cats!Who doesn’t go up the mountain when practicing martial arts?
Yes, if you become the palace master and like the second brother, even if you can’t marry a wife, wouldn’t you still send it?He won't be allowed to become a monk... You don't know how many sends the Huahua Palace Masters have. The three wives and four concubines at the foot of the mountain are not as good as you don't... don't do this!I can't say such things anymore... Taijun loves you and can tolerate you for a while. Junior Brother Wei gave him a way out. Taijun has to sell his face, but he must not be able to do it again.If everyone is so embarrassed, can this Taijun still be the one?Don't...this kind of thing...please stop saying it!Listen to me, Yunniang!
From that day on, my mother laughed less and less often, and shed tears at him all the time.
When he left home, he didn't even see his mother. They told him that her mother was sick, but they didn't let Xiao Yingse see her.
Taijun personally led him out of the house, and refused to let go until Ying Fengse got into the sedan chair. The thick and cold skin like straw paper made me feel numb now that I thought about it.
Just like your second uncle, you should be glorious and come back to see your mother.The old woman said lightly.
After going up the mountain, Taijun never approved him to go home to visit his relatives. His mother sent people to Fengyunxia every year. The person who came was neither the maids and servants beside his mother, nor the mansion whom Yingfeng was familiar with. He spoke indifferently and had to speak indifferently, and he had to speak indifferently whenever he asked.
When Ying Fengse was ten years old, Taijun passed away. He ordered him not to go back to Taoyi to attend the funeral. In addition, there was no word for this grandson who had been away from home for many years. He had finished what he should say when you got into the sedan chair, and he almost sent someone to stab Ying Fengse's arm.
The next year, Uncle Wei also left. Ying Fengse, as the sect leader, received an envoy sent by the mansion. He was an old accountant. Ying Fengse still remembers that he had to hold him and play with him when he was a child.
The gifts brought up the mountain were very decent, and the money was even more expensive, but there was no close-fitting daily necessities such as clothes, boots, and shoes.
At a certain moment during the conversation, Ying Fengse suddenly realized that her mother was no longer there, and they had been hiding it from him because of the instructing of Taijun.
When did my mother... leave?
He flipped through the shirts and pants that had not fit enough on the bottom of the wardrobe, trying to find the starting point of the style.
wrong.
He went up the top of the mountain for a year, and he didn't know the man who claimed to be his mother's order at all, so the considerate mother would not do so.
Are you worried that the people around you will not let the person around you come and they can’t help but reveal the news of their mother’s death to him?
Very likely.
On the day he left home, his mother didn't even come to see him off. Could it be that at that time, my mother was already staring at the other side of the moon gate in a daze. The door was dark, as if some man-eating monster would run out at any time.
Now he understood why he was here; by passing through this moon gate, he could reach the small courtyard where his mother lived alone.
Will he find the answer in the yard?
Ying Fengse sat quietly for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to get up. Turning his head and looking at Ying was useless.
The man with a shirtless hair, like a landscape, gently caught his gaze.What you haven't seen or heard will not appear here.Just like you have never asked me, "Uncle, where are you going?", you instinctively know that there will be no answer.But no matter what you did or didn't do, she wouldn't blame you.
She used a very stupid method, perhaps the only way she could come up with, trying to keep you in Taoyi. The first time she seemed to succeed, but unfortunately failed the second time.So you must live well and work hard to survive, which is her greatest wish.
Ying Fengse raised her eyes.
You said that my sea of consciousness is unique, "there is a reason," and am I... dead?
Without physical burden, the mind will naturally be more pure and more detached.Ying Wuyong smiled slightly and said seriously: You are not dead yet.Do you know after death? At least you and I don’t know yet. The reason why your mind can still operate is because it is temporarily attached to other people’s bodies. These memory fragments that were originally stored in the deepest sea of consciousness are moved one by one like a warehouse. By the way, I took a look at it and said that it was just basking in the sun, so you saw me.
But now, you have to make a choice.You and the original owner of this body are both trapped in the sea of consciousness, the body has no master, and the misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable.Or you return your body to him, or you have to take this body out of danger. If you come back to life, you will most likely not be able to divert your mind and escape from the heaven of birth.You know, people's luck won't always be that good.
Ying Fengse was a little confused by his words, and vaguely remembered a trace of the image of escaping into the sea of consciousness, because the strongest thing was always pain, anger, the surprise and unwillingness of being betrayed... The moment it surged into my heart, I couldn't help but subconsciously shook my head to disperse it, so I couldn't remember the whole picture for a long time, and I frowned: The original owner's consciousness... Is there anyone else here?Why didn't I see it?
It should be useless to take out a long-handled mirror from behind the waist. The water-grinding copper mirror of the yellow bob is only the size of a palm and is polished very brightly.
The man with his hair was straightened by the bronze mirror, and suddenly he shouted: Let's see, who are you!
Ying Fengse looked closely and saw that the bronze mirror was reflected in the dark young man with deep eyes, high cheekbones and distinct facial features. He swung his fists in horror, as if he was trapped in the mirror, and the hoarse voice could be vaguely heard outside the mirror: Elder, save me!Here...what is this place? Why can't I see anything?Me...what is wrong with me?Elder... Elder!
(No...I don't want this...No...)
I don't want it...I don't want it!
Ying Fengse suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he could not move. The dust accumulated in the air was very heavy, as if it was about to fall, but it never really fell. I don’t know how long it took, but he realized that what was pressing on one side of his face and was less than one foot apart were things like bed or door panels.
It's a bed.
This is a room on the side of the corridor... He beat Jiang Lucheng hard and drove her naked ass out of the room next to him.
He remembered the location of tables, chairs and doors at both ends, and each room had a subtle difference.
He thought of Long Dafang, the scorching pain of the penis inserted into his abdomen, and the despair and setback that quickly lost his physical strength with blood.
As my thoughts settled, my eyes slowly adapted to the darkness, so clear that I was a little sharp and confident in my night vision skills, but I had never been as clear as I am now, as if I had changed my eyes from two tigers and leopards.
Outside the bed, a corpse with round eyes lying parallel to him. The blood under the corpse spread to the bottom of the bed and even began to solidify. The wet and sticky touch accumulated under Yingfeng's arms and beside him, and it was a little cold.
Despite being distorted to a terrifying level, he was very familiar with the face of the deceased. It was the face that he could see in the water basin in the bronze mirror every morning after the past few years. It had a handsome and gloomy look that made him proud. He easily charmed the young girls with a smile, making them willing to give themselves.
That was his body.Ying Fengse, a Qiliner in Fengyunxia and known as Tianque Tongyu, stared at him with a blood-spreading turbid pupils that seemed to burst out from his eyes, his lips were all white, and there was no longer a trace of a living aura.
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