Wu Gen followed Wu Yi and secretly glanced at the other person's still calm profile. His white hair was dancing in the wind, making his porcelain face more vivid. Wu Yi was like this. It was rare to see any mood swings in her, and all the methods she used were silent. ..
My person, these three words are really domineering. Wu Gen suddenly felt that he could walk sideways on Fuyu Mountain. However, we must not take it for granted and understand the meaning of these three words from an alien perspective.
Those who have returned to the truth have lived in the snow-capped mountains for a long time, and their understanding of some things is different from that of the world. My person can also mean one of my servants, a puppy, or a toy, but no matter what, Wu Gen feels much more at ease.
Huh, as long as this big boss is protecting you, it doesn't matter if you are a dog. I am not like Bao Xiang, who was molested like a dog and suffered from pain. No wonder this boy's cultivation level is improving so slowly, and his mind is not cultivated enough.
In today's world, dogs are more valuable than people. In a wealthy family, a palm-sized puppy can buy seven or eight slaves.
Some nobles are quite harsh on their servants, treating them like ants, trampling them to death if they want, and selling them if they want. But for my own dog, it is very affectionate. Screaming like a baby, like a lin'er, well clothed, well fed, and served by servants, it is much more valuable than gold. I don’t know if the ancestors of these noble people crawled out of the coffin in anger when they learned that their descendants had a bunch of dog fathers and mothers.
These days, when people are scolded like dogs, it is a compliment, just enjoy it secretly.
"What are you thinking about?" Wu Yi turned to look at Wu Gen who had a silly smile on his face, "Next time you practice, you can ask your two friends to come with you."
"Okay." Wu Gen replied quickly, and while the other party was happy, he quickly asked, "Can Feng'er do the same..."
Wu Yi rolled her eyes at him and said calmly, "No, I'm a little angry with her and have changed my mind. When will she recognize you as her master, then she can return to her true form."
"Acknowledge me as your master?" Wu Gen pointed to his nose in surprise. With Feng'er's temper, this would be more uncomfortable than killing her. "Can't you explain it differently?"
"No." Wu Yi answered quickly, "If you tell lies and don't punish them, how can you establish rules?"
"Can......"
"There is nothing wrong, otherwise she will stay in Fuyu Mountain. Anyway, according to her current age, she will not live for many years." Feng'er stared at Wu Gen coldly, looking sad for his misfortune and angry at him. appearance.
Wu Gen always felt that Wu Yi always got a lot more emotional when he faced Feng'er. Could it be that there are always conflicts between beautiful women? Jiu Niang was like this before, and Wu Yi is like this now. I didn't expect that Wu Yi, such an arrogant and cold person, would have such childish thoughts.
"I see you are recovering well, go practice." While he was thinking wildly, Wu Yi suddenly spoke, and Lingju, as expected, blamed Wu Gen again.
Uh... Wu Gen arrived at that inexplicable space again. Looking at the winding paths and the countless "selves" who were also surprised on the paths, he always felt like he had seen them before.
Following the path to the big lake, Wu Gen fought with "himself" again, and after making some heroic speeches, Wu Gen returned to the canyon.
This trip to the fantasy world took half an hour less than the first time, and after Wu Gen thought about it later, it seemed that the opponents fighting on the lake in the end were fewer, but their strength was much stronger.
Comparing the two, Wu Gen was vaguely aware that as his strength increased, every time he entered the illusion, his clones would become smaller, but correspondingly, the strength of his clones would also increase a lot. It seems that only when there are no more clones, can one truly succeed in cultivation.
As the number of entries increases, Wu Gen can remember more things in reality after each entry. Although life and death in the illusion do not mirror reality, the pain in it is inevitable. Every time he comes out of the illusion, Wu Gen feels a splitting headache and his body feels like it is falling apart.
Fortunately, under this huge spiritual residence in the canyon, it is relatively easy to sense the innate energy, and it is not difficult to recover. Moreover, Wu Gen discovered that the red and blue colors in his soul fire were more abundant, and there was a faint tendency to squeeze the golden color to the top of the flame, like a golden crown.
However, originally my soul fire was blue, and the golden color was beneficial
In the sea of consciousness, where does this red color come from? It seems to be protecting the blue soul fire.
Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Wu Gen never struggles with things that he can't figure out. On the second day, he brought water from Yue and Baoxiang.
Wu Yi didn't have much to say when facing the two of them. He stretched out his index finger and a white bubble appeared on the fingertip. The bubble expanded rapidly and flew out from the fingertip to cover Shui Congyue's body.
Sitting cross-legged in the bubbles, with the water slowly rising from the moon, eyes slightly closed, I have entered a deep state of concentration. Looking at the man's frown, Wu Gen knew that he was in serious trouble. After a while, a thin arrow of blood spurted out from his body. Soon, blood arrows were shot out one after another.
Shui bit the crescent gate, and a wisp of blood slowly left from the corner of his mouth, falling on the white clothes, as charming as plum blossoms.
Wu Gen couldn't help but feel worried when he looked at Shui Congyue's face that looked a little evil due to the blood stains. Shui Congyue's temperament has always been that he would rather die than retreat, and he is just a stubborn donkey. If this harms both sides in the illusion and hurts his soul, it will definitely be detrimental to his future practice.
He turned to look at Wu Yi and asked cautiously, "Is there no problem with this?"
Wu Yi sighed and looked at Wu Gen with a strange look, "Although this person has never practiced soul magic, he is tough and unyielding, so there is no need to worry. But you..." Wu Yi shook his head helplessly. Shake his head.
Wu Genyu was a little unconvinced and muttered: "I'm not bad either. Don't always think that outsiders are good."
Wu Yi choked, but saw Bao Xiang sneaking out of the canyon. Having just witnessed Shui Congyue's tragic situation, Baoxiang had already retreated in his heart. He should leave this kind of life-threatening thing to Shui Congyue.
Wu Yi's face turned cold. He pinched his middle finger with his thumb and flicked it. Another bubble flew out, tightly wrapping the treasure elephant in it. With a wave of his hand, the bubble hit the ice wall on one side hard.
Wu Gen shrank his neck in fear, sat down under the Lingju, and allowed Wu Yi to seize the Lingju.
After half a month, Wu Gen had become accustomed to this kind of practice in the illusion. There are fewer and fewer clones in the illusion. The most recent one was only a dozen. Seeing that his cultivation was about to be completed, Wu Gen naturally became more diligent and rarely returned to the igloo.
As for the conditions for Feng'er's recovery, they have already discussed it with Qihe. Whether they want it or not is up to them.
On this day, Wu Gen was meditating under the spiritual residence. Qihe and Feng'er were led by Xue Tong to the canyon. It is said that except for Wu Gen, no one else can even enter this canyon. This time the two of them came to this point seriously. Wu Gen had some suspicions in his heart and couldn't help but feel a little proud secretly.
Feng'er is getting older and older, almost unsteady on her feet, and her withered hair is hanging down her head, shivering like wormwood in late autumn.
"Wu Gen, I would like to serve you as my master." Feng'er looked at Wu Gen and spoke calmly, without the arrogance of the past.
Wu Gen sighed, "It's just a show. You also know that this was not my intention. It was just a punishment for your careless words back then. Don't worry, when we leave this place, we will be the same as before."
Feng'er bit her lip, her face a little sullen, and she neither agreed nor objected.
"Giggle." The snow boy who led the two of them here jumped up to Feng'er, holding a crystal-like ice board in his hand with a few lines of words written on it.
Feng'er's hands trembled, her face turned pale, and the tips of her white hair trembled.
The boy smiled, took away the ice board, turned around and left. "Slow down, I swear." Feng'er suddenly said. The boy looked at her strangely, but still raised the ice board in front of her.
"I, Feng'er, wish to recognize Wu Gen as my master and never betray him for the rest of my life. If I violate this oath, my body and soul will be destroyed." Feng'er stared at the ice plate and read word by word. After finishing reading, Feng'er seemed to be deflated and her body went limp. Qihe quickly stepped forward to hold her up to prevent her from collapsing to the ground.
Wu Gen was stunned. He didn't expect Wu Yi to be so well prepared. It seemed that he was indeed very dissatisfied with Feng'er.
Xue Tong laughed, and the ice slab in his hand turned into countless pieces, flying into the air and disappearing. Of course Wu Gen would not think that this was just a child's play. The Guizhen clan would not joke about such things as oaths.
There was an inexplicable feeling in my heart
This feeling is very mysterious. If you experience it carefully, you will find nothing. But somehow, Wu Gen feels that he has established some kind of connection with Feng'er. This entanglement of cause and effect engraved on the soul is definitely not that simple.
Feng'er seemed to be aware of this change, her face was pale and she looked at Wu Gen with a complicated expression. Suddenly, the wrinkles on Feng'er's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, her white hair turned black, her rickety body gradually straightened up, and her originally dry body became plump again.
This kind of rejuvenation method is really magical, and it makes Wu Yi's weight in everyone's hearts even heavier.
Seeing that his body was recovering, Feng'er glanced at Wu Gen, turned around and left without saying a word. Qi He glanced at Wu Gen, then sighed and hurriedly chased after Feng'er.
Wu Gen shrugged and continued his practice. It was not up to him to guess what Qi He was thinking. Anyway, Feng'er was forced to admit his master.
The practice of entering the illusion has lasted for nearly a month. Wu Gen stood on the hill on a familiar road and looked around, only to find that there was only one clone standing on the path next to him.
I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't expect that the practice had reached the final moment. Looking at the lonely figure in the distance, I felt a little relieved, but also a little scared. Over the past few days, how could I not know that towards the end, my opponent would become stronger and stronger. This time, the opponent looked a little different from before, and was much quieter.
"Wu Gen" on the opposite side slowly turned around, holding the knife in both arms, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, looking at Wu Gen coldly. The opponent's knife was also stained with rust, but it was much wider than the broken knife in Wu Gen's hand. The tip of the knife was hooked back like an eagle's beak. The strangest thing was that the opponent's pupils turned white and were surrounded by black eyes.
"We finally meet." "Wu Gen" said loudly, "Today is a life and death battle between you and me. The one who survives is Wu Gen."
Wu Gen shook his head helplessly, "I don't agree with this. There can only be one Wu Gen. Regardless of victory or defeat, that's me. As for you, you are just a poor guy who wants to fight for status."
"Really?" "Wu Gen" looked up to the sky and laughed, "The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. The dead will not compete with the living for title."
Wu Gen smiled and said: "This is reasonable, then I ask you to die."
"Wu Gen" couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, "If it weren't for Wu Yi's protection on you, how could you have won so many games in a row. Today I will rely on the knife in my hand to defeat you, a woman who can only hide in front of you." The coquettish dog slave behind him thinks that Wu Gen has cleared his name."
Wu Gen chuckled and clapped, "I just like to eat soft rice. Zha, since you are separated from me, you should just be a kid. It won't be your turn to take over at any time."
"Wu Gen" became a little impatient, "You talk so much nonsense, please show me the truth. The affairs of the world will eventually be resolved with fists."
"Okay, let's go to the lake and have a fight, please."
"please."
