The spring breeze begins to blow, the willows begin to turn green, and the messenger is already looking forward to returning before he leaves.
The small courtyard is especially dusty and has deep ruts from the passing merchants.
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The Pingfeng sea ship is really traveling through the calm foggy sea. Although the fog covers the sky and the sun, there is no light, and things remain unchanged, but each cultivator has his own time pattern. Two full days have passed. The crew, who were worried about running aground, gradually relaxed their vigilance.
The fog in the abandoned land makes everyone seem to have returned to the world of chaos, without even knowing where they are.
"Sir, the spirit stone is gone?" the crew member responsible for the navigation of the Pingfeng suddenly shouted loudly.
"Why is there no spirit stone? Are you hiding it?" As the captain, Feng Tian was the first to find it unbelievable and walked back to the cockpit from the bow of the ship.
Feng Tian only went in for a while and then walked out with a look of horror on his face, "Sir, there really are no spiritual stones left."
"I still have one here." Song Er took out a storage ring from his body, opened the restriction and handed it to Feng Tian. However, Feng Tian stood there without moving a step, "Young Master, you don't have one here either."
"What?" Song Er sensed something was wrong. When he took it out, it was obviously a ring of top-quality spiritual stones. He checked it when he opened the restriction. Why did he just hand it to Feng Tian and then it was gone?
I quickly took it over and inspected it. Sure enough, it was empty, not a speck of dust in it.
He quickly checked the storage ring on his hand, and he was shocked. There was also nothing in the storage ring. There was nothing left.
"Brother Nao, look at what's going on in your gourd?" Song Er asked Nao Ti over and over again.
But what was very strange was that Ao Ti was standing on the side of the ship, motionless.
No, Song Er walked over in a few steps, Ao Ti closed his eyes, his body was soft but unresponsive. He didn't dare to move randomly, so he turned around and shouted to Feng Tian: "Feng Tian, come here and take a look."
But except for his voice, there was no response. Taking a closer look, Feng Tian was standing where he was talking to him just now, also motionless.
This time, Song Er felt something was wrong. He went to check the people on the side of the ship and in the cabin one by one, only to find that except for him, there was no one else who could move on the entire ship. Everyone had their eyes closed and their bodies were soft. But there is no breathing, no inner breath, all physiological reactions and the practitioner's self-protection are gone.
The Flat Wind may have lost power, the water was calm, and the Flat Wind also came to a standstill.
Everything seemed so weird, it happened in an instant without any warning.
Song Er suddenly remembered what the Saint said, that the abandoned place seemed like an illusion but not an illusion, and seemed like a dream but not a dream. I couldn't help but have deep doubts in my heart, had I entered the abandoned land? Or did the people around them enter the abandoned land first?
Forcing himself to calm down, Song Er carefully recalled that except for the helmsman who controlled the ship and Feng Tian and himself who were responsible for paying attention to the route, it seemed that no one else had moved for a long time. Could it have happened since then, but I was too focused on detecting the surroundings and didn't notice it.
But this state is too weird. It changes silently. Bawangxiu's mental attack and control also have a transition. At least you can see the change, but the still state in front of you is as if time has stopped. The people on the ship are Everything loses dynamics. Looking inside his body, Mini Jishance is still there, but the faith spirit bead is gone. What’s even weirder is that his sea of qi does not exist either. Mini Jishance is adsorbed in his elixir hall and seems to be still, calling softly, the old man Shan Shen's voice came, "Sir, why do I feel so weak?"
A being like a spiritual bead would feel powerless?
Looking inwards at the sea of consciousness, it is empty. The poisonous spirit fetus is nowhere to be found, and the natal spiritual fetus is nowhere to be found. The fire-sustaining sword used as a belt is still there, but it lacks the sharpness that a fire-sustaining sword should have, and is like an ordinary soft sword.
The shock and vigilance in Song Er's heart were raised to an unprecedented height at this moment, making him never relax his sensitivity to the changes around him.
He didn't know how long the high-intensity state had passed. Song Er felt that he was also a little tired. His mind was in a trance and dizziness came over him. His eyes slowly closed involuntarily.
"It hurts!" Song Er opened his eyes again.
"I still know it hurts!" A female voice sounded in my ear.
A little girl's big eyes slowly became clear in her field of vision. The round little face is like an apple and has a little baby fat. The two little braids swaying behind the ears are really cute.
"You..." Song Er was still a little confused, why did a little girl suddenly appear in the cabin of the ship. But before he could finish speaking, the little girl reached out and pulled his shoulder to pull him up.
"Come on, it's too late to get home, and you're going to get slapped again."
Only then did Song Er realize that the little girl in front of him was less than three feet tall, but he was actually only half a head taller than her. what happened?
But without allowing him to think about it, the little girl had already taken his hand and ran away.
This is the top of a small hill. There is lush vegetation on the top of the mountain, but there are not many big trees that allow him to see his surroundings clearly.
They flew from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. The strange thing was that the little girl's steps were light, but he relied entirely on the little girl's pull like a burden. He was even lifted up again every time before he landed.
Song Er had to stabilize himself first, but he had no spiritual power left in his body, and his physical fitness was not even a little worse. It was certain that if there was no little girl to take him, he would have no choice but to roll down the mountain at this speed.
He has forgotten how many years he has not used his feet to run, but this time he ran with his feet without touching the ground. He had no choice but to give up stabilizing himself and let the little girl lead him.
The speed of the little girl is roughly equivalent to the enlightenment state, but the little girl is no more than ten years old. This, this is definitely at the top of the list of super geniuses in Blue Star.
Blue Star? No, this is an abandoned place, not in the ocean.
The surrounding scenery is pleasant. There is a grand building in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by green smoke, which looks like a legendary fairyland.
"Wait a minute, I really can't run anymore." Song Er felt that his exhalation could no longer keep up with his inhalation, and his head was feeling dizzy!
"No, if you don't go back, Master will really make a move." Although the little girl stopped, her face remained unchanged and her breath was stable. Seeing Song Er's embarrassed look, he gritted his teeth and squatted down, carrying Song Er on his shoulders, "Senior brother, be patient for a while, we will be there soon."
With a turbulent stomach, the little girl finally led him outside the high wall of the building. She put down Song Er on her shoulders and opened a hole blocked by grass. "Senior brother, hurry up. You go in first."
After saying that, regardless of whether Song Er agreed or not, he grabbed him and pulled him over, stuffed him into the hole, and pushed hard on his butt. Song Erzhi felt a force coming from him and squeezed into the hole, causing burning pain in his shoulders and arms.
Before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, he was hit on the back again, this time it was not a hand, but a bamboo board. Although it wasn't particularly painful, it still surprised him. His tired legs became weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Before he could stabilize his body, he turned around and was startled again. A middle-aged man wearing a gray gown stood beside him with no expression on his face. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes revealed helplessness and a little reproach. "If you don't practice hard, where will you take your junior sister?"
Song Er felt a chill in his heart. No need to ask, this person is definitely his master.
The little girl was startled when she entered the hole. Just when she was about to explain, the middle-aged man glared at her and said, "Don't talk."
The little girl could only shut up and purse her mouth, her big eyes full of worry.
"You know how to play all day long, why don't you die outside? It saves me the worry of being laughed at by my classmates every day." The middle-aged man finally spoke, his tone was cold, but Song Er could hear a trace of helplessness.
Song Er didn't speak. His current situation was unclear. Not only had his cultivation level disappeared, but his age seemed to have changed as well. He was only eleven or twelve years old at most.
"Still not getting up? Go to a quiet room and think about your mistakes! Day by day, can you make some progress!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he dropped the bamboo board in his hand, but the little girl quickly caught it with quick eyes and hands, as if it was a treasure.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man nodded the little girl's head with his finger and said, "Yan'er, if you continue to protect your senior brother like this, I'll see if you regret it in the future."
From this short conversation, Song Er seemed to sense some information and his own status.
However, what seems more serious is that he is still an ineffective disciple.
In this abandoned place, am I in an illusion or a dream?
