In the past few days, Shen Yi's life has been as leisurely as before. If anything happened, it would be that the largest Ten Thousand Spirit Explosion in the space inside his body had been successfully raised to level ten by him!
Shen Yi defined it as the size of a truck. It should be easy to kill a spiritually powerful person with this blast, right?
As the Tianyin Wanling Explosion got bigger and bigger, he could already feel a destructive aura from it.
In addition to this level 10 Heavenly Invoking All Souls Explosion, there are also two Level 8 Heavenly Invoking All Souls Explosions, and nearly 80 rounds of Seventh Level Heavenly Invoking All Souls Explosions.
With full firepower, Shen Yi is completely a bomber made of flesh and blood!
In addition, he found that as he became stronger day by day, the consumption of red energy accelerated, and the speed of rubbing the sky to draw the all-spirit blast was also accelerated. In the past, it would take an entire night to create the third-level heaven-drawing all-spirit blast. Now he only needs less than an hour.
Back to the topic, Shen Yi, who was flying in mid-air, turned back and glanced in the direction of the Dingweifeng Alchemy Hall. Bian Daoqing's condition was getting worse day by day, and he looked more and more like a dying old man.
In the past few days, when I checked in at the alchemy hall, the number of beast-accumulating pills he gave me was several times higher than before, and he seemed to want to hand over all the inheritance to me.
Anyway, after hearing the meaning of his words just now, Bian Daoqing might not be able to hold on for too long.
And his state is most likely caused by too much epidemic energy.
If this is the case, it would be easy for Shen Yi to handle it. The difficulty lies in whether the other party can understand what he means.
Although Bian Daoqing likes to be bossy and lazy, it is undeniable that he is a good person to Shen Yi. Shen Yi does not want to see Bian Daoqing die.
There are some difficulties. If Shen Yi can help, then he will.
"Forget it..." Shaking his head, Shen Yi threw away the many distracting thoughts in his mind and flew back to Dingwang Peak Zhili Garden. The first time he entered the animal offering hall, he saw a large basin of beast-enhancing pills inside.
Since a few days ago, he had changed from three meals a day to one meal a day, but this meal was a large pot of high-quality Yun Beast Pills, and Shen Yi would certainly not complain.
A dragon sucked the water and dazzled all the beast-accumulating pills in the basin, and Shen Yi nestled on the haystack and began to digest the red energy comfortably.
But not long after, he faintly heard the graceful sound of the piano coming from outside.
"The old witch is back?"
Monks in this world do not have to sit cross-legged when practicing like here. People who can embark on the path of cultivation can practice in many ways, but no matter what method it is, there is only one ultimate goal, and that is to let people practice. Calm down your mind.
And playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting is the old witch’s training method.
Thinking of something, Shen Yi stood up and walked out of the animal offering hall, and soon found the old witch in the backyard pavilion.
When she saw her, her hand on the piano did not stop, as if she didn't notice Shen Yi. Her slender fingers slowly plucked the strings to play a gentle and sweet melody.
The sound of ding-ding-dong-dong is like a clear spring flowing through.
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing, just asking you some questions."
"Just ask."
"Do you know Bian Daoqing from the Alchemy Hall?"
"Understood. If you forcefully log into the consciousness level, your life god can no longer bear too much epidemic energy." Tsurumi Chuyun said without raising his head, but in the words, Shen Yi always felt like she was yin and yang himself.
It's hard to say anything.
"What will happen if the disease that the God of Life endures exceeds the limit?"
"The beast spirit returns to its place."
"What's the meaning?"
"Where you come from, there will be where you go after you die."
"Ah?" Shen Yi was stunned for a moment.
Can this happen even if the contracted beast dies?
Seeing that Chuyun didn't explain this, Hehe gave Shen Yi a very strange look.
Shen Yi's heart trembled, and she quickly suppressed the idea of trying it out.
After the death of the contracted beast, it is definitely not that simple to just go back to where it came from.
Still not trying.
"...It's almost the same as death, right?"
"Yeah." Tsurumi Chuyun nodded.
"Then if the contracted beast dies in this situation, what will happen to the Master?"
"Escape from the soul."
"Elaborate."
"The physical body can no longer accommodate the soul, and the soul escapes from the body and enters and exits the tribulation of reincarnation."
"Okay, I'm done asking, goodbye." Shen Yi nodded, turned around and left. He Jian Chuyun didn't say anything and continued to play the piano.
But before walking far, Shen Yi asked again: "It's been so long, why hasn't Qiu Yu come back?"
Ding~
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Hejian Chuyun looked ahead and was silent for a while, then turned his head to look at Shen Yi. His tone was the same as the expression on her face, flat and without any emotion.
"Qiu Yu's family has a lot of things to do, and she won't be back for a while. I have sent Xing Bao to go with her when we set off. She will be fine."
"Fine."
Shen Yi didn't think much, and went directly back to the Beast Offering Hall. He used his senses to successfully crack a space storage bag again, threw out all the elixirs and some unknown but useful items inside, and then threw them out. After collecting his own space magic weapon to fill the vacancy inside, Shen Yi fell asleep.
Tonight, he had a dream. He dreamed that he turned into a snake, coiled up on a tomb, silently staring at a plainly dressed woman crying below.
Her voice was hoarse and she was crying very sadly.
Shen Yi looked at it for a long time before realizing that the person was his mother.
He couldn't speak or even move. Tears were rolling in his eyes, but they couldn't flow out.
He heard his mother calling his name.
"Shen Yi! Shen Yi...my son, how could you die like this...wuwuwuwu...what should you do if you leave me and your father in this world?"
The old couple worked hard for most of their lives, just to support themselves in education and become talents. They finally waited until they could go out of society and work to make money, but they did not want to die in the most reunited season in the mountain stream they had seen countless times but never cared about.
When Shen Yi left, he also took away the light in the eyes of the two elders.
In the dream, he struggled for a long time, and finally only shouted an extremely low syllable.
"mom……"
But the other party didn't hear it and leaned on the tombstone crying bitterly.
She picked up the red plastic bag on the side, which seemed to be a piece of clothing.
"Shen Yi, my mother saw a very nice dress when she was passing by the mall today. Don't you like white clothes? Come and see this coat, isn't it nice? I bought it specially for you. You will definitely look handsome in it. Very...but...but, it was only after mom bought the clothes that she realized that you were no longer here..."
Hearing this, Shen Yi could no longer hold back and shouted with all his strength: "Mom! I'm here! I...I'm not dead, I'm alive..."
He almost yelled this sound. His mother seemed to hear it and raised her head suddenly, but saw nothing.
Shen Yi in the dream could move, but only his head could move. His body floated uncontrollably into the air, floating higher and farther, not knowing where it was going.
Black began to appear at the edge of his vision, about to swallow up all his vision. Shen thought of something and looked down at the familiar village below. That was his hometown and the place where he grew up.
The stream trickles across the stone bridge, the breeze blows through the wild grass outside the fence, the grains are ripe, but the pomegranates on the trees are still unripe.
Nothing has changed, it's exactly the same as in my childhood memories.
After black completely occupied Shen Yi's perspective, he sighed in his heart.
"Shen Yi, look back at your hometown and take another look. From now on... you will never be able to go back."
After the darkness swallowed up all his vision, Shen Yi was stunned for a while, but soon realized something was wrong.
"Huh? Why am I so awake?"
As soon as this question flashed through his mind, Shen Yi felt his eyes light up, it was that familiar secret room!
It’s a shared perspective!
It's coming!
But why was it black just now?
Shen Yi quickly figured out that the owner of the perspective had just closed his eyes, so what he saw was pitch black!
As soon as he opened his eyes, the owner of this perspective seemed to be deep in thought. He looked to the side, and Shen Yi realized that there were two masked men in black standing behind this guy, one standing straighter than the other, different from what he saw. The People's Liberation Army soldiers are no less generous.
I saw one of them open his mouth and he didn't know what he said. The owner of the perspective quickly turned back, reached out and picked up a roll of paper on the table, opened it and started reading.
At the same time, Shen Yi's heart skipped a beat!
Sure enough, he was responding to himself!
As soon as the paper was opened, what came into view was a short text: My name is Chen Xingyun, and I am the star of death. I have been waiting for you in this quiet room for thousands of years.
After just one glance, the perspective went dark. Shen Yi woke up leisurely. Fortunately, he could see the words on it clearly.
"Chen Xingyun..." Shen Yi read the name again and felt something foreign at the corner of his eyes. He quickly raised his paw to wipe it away, only to realize that it was all his own tears.
The melancholy and sadness that the dream brought to him slowly subsided after waking up from the dream.
In the dream, he seemed to smell the smell of the soil in his hometown, which aroused his thoughts.
"If I leave, who will provide for my parents in the future..."
Opening his mouth and taking a deep breath of air, Shen Yi stood up and walked out the door. Is that Chen Xingyun waiting for him?
Did he know he would show up?
Also, does he know that he has died once?
What the hell is this?
But these are not important. The important thing is that seeing the secret room again suddenly made Shen realize a key point.
Why did Chen Xingyun stay in that secret room and never come out?
Even Fatty can't stay home.
The space is not big and the light is dark. It is impossible for normal people to stay there for too long. If it is a retreat...it's hard to say. Shen Yi has to find the old witch.
Ask her something, and then ask her to help write a sentence for herself to reply to Chen Xingyun.
After leaving the animal offering hall, Shen Yi spread her wings and flew towards the front yard. Just now, He Jian Chuyun was about to go to the main peak, and Shen Yi stopped her before she went out.
Chun Tan, who was following behind, was frightened and took a step back, but Tsurumi Chuyun and Feng Bu, who was also following behind, did not move.
Seeing clearly that it was Shen Yi, He Jian Chuyun frowned. Shen Yi didn't say anything. He signaled the other party with his eyes, then walked around the three of them and walked back.
"You guys wait here, I'll go back."
"It's Miss."
The two of them did not dare and would not disobey He Jian Chuyun, so they quickly bowed in response, while He Jian Chuyun held up the hem of his clothes and quickly followed Shen Yi who had walked away.
One dragon and another one after another, and soon they arrived at the pavilion on the pond in the backyard.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
"I have a question for you."
"..."
"I heard that you were in retreat a while ago. How did you go into retreat?"
"Why do you ask about this?"
"It's troublesome to explain, just tell me."
"There are many ways to retreat. What kind of retreat are you referring to?"
Shen Yi paused briefly, organized the words in his mind, and quickly said: "It's like locking yourself in a closed space, waking up every twelve...no, every six hours."
"Huh?" Tsurumi Chuyun was confused and shook his head, "Everyone's retreat method is determined by preference. I can't answer this question for you."
After saying that, He Jian Chuyun turned around and was about to leave, but Shen Yi quickly stepped aside and stopped her after seeing it.
"What are you in a hurry for? Wait a moment."
Seeing Chuyun's eyes a little helpless, Heru shrugged and said, "If you have any questions, just ask them."
"That's right, if you are in a confined space, how long can you stay in seclusion?"
"The pure level can prevent grains, but I haven't reached the pure level yet, so it can only last for three days at most."
"But what if you have already practiced to the pure level?" Shen Yi asked again, and this time Hejian Chuyun answered quickly, "One month."
"Only a month?"
"if not?"
"Is there that kind of old monster that can stay in seclusion for hundreds of years?"
After Shen Yi finished speaking, he suddenly saw the other party frown, and the next second he said seriously: "It is taboo to practice behind closed doors. You might end up going astray."
"...Is it possible that such a person exists?"
"I don't know, there are all kinds of wonders in the world... But life only lasts a hundred years, and those with advanced cultivation only last a thousand years. Very few people have a hundred years to kill."
The other party's words made Shen Yi think for a while. Suddenly he nodded and said, "You have some paper with you, right? Write a few words for me."
He Jian Chuyun didn't say anything, and just sat on the stone bench in the pavilion. He spread his hands. Tissue paper and an inkstone appeared out of thin air on the stone table. He also picked up an ink stick and slowly rubbed it on the inkstone. .
"Write what."
"Just write...what are you hiding from."
Tsurumi Chuyun didn't ask anything, the ink stick in his hand disappeared out of thin air, he took a brush out of thin air, and quickly left the five words "What are you hiding" on the tissue paper.
"Is that so?"
"Yes!" Shen Yi's eyes lit up, and he raised his paw and pulled the tissue paper on which the words had been written from the stone table. Although the words and strokes in this world looked very complicated, it has to be said that after the old witch's There is always a unique beauty to the words written by hand.
"It's okay, goodbye."
After folding the tissue paper, Shen Yi turned around and left. But the next second he thought of something, he turned around and said, "By the way, how do you write the character A?"
"What fake?"
"A of A, B, C and D."
He Jian Chuyun frowned but didn't say anything. Another piece of tissue paper appeared on the stone table. He raised his pen and left a word on it.
"Here."
Hearing her snort, Shen Yi quickly moved closer to check, and soon raised his paw to draw a word "A" on the table according to the word "A" written by the other party.
"Take a look, does it look like it?"
After taking a look, He Jian Chuyun looked strange. The word "A" written by Shen Yi was terribly ugly to her, as if a three-year-old child had scratched it out randomly with a branch in his fist.
"How is it? Can you tell that this is the character A?"
He Jian Chuyun pursed his lips. Although it was ugly, it had to be said that the "A" written by Shen Yi made it clear what the character was.
Finally she nodded, and Shen Yi left with satisfaction.
After Shen Yi left, He Jian Chuyun stayed in the pavilion for a while, and soon called a servant and said to him: "Go find someone to change this table."
"It's Miss."
The servant bowed and watched Tsurumi Chuyun leave.
On the other side, Shen Yi, who returned to the Beast Offering Hall, immediately nailed the five words "What are you hiding" on the tissue paper to the wall. After doing this, he flew towards the Alchemy Hall.
PS: Thanks to Cthulhu fanatics, Hou Renxi, Mengyesude, Yan Lingjun, and book friends 20180205...6127 for their rewards.
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