As Ye Qingcheng probed his spiritual thoughts into the token at a specific frequency as recorded on the token, he unexpectedly found an optional controller in it. If he didn't probe at that specific frequency, he might have... Not even the shadow of the controller can be seen. Moreover, according to the token records, each of these stone chambers has a different control frequency. This miraculous technology may only be seen in Shushan.
After being amazed, Ye Qingcheng turned on the illusion with the intensity of the first level. Although he quickly closed his eyes, the darkness in front of his eyes suddenly brightened, and his whole body was shaken and turned to a strange place.
After opening his eyes, what appeared in his eyes was a familiar ceiling that emerged from the depths of his memory, and there were also familiar sounds of insects outside the house.
"Hey, hey, it's not so cliché." Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but mutter to herself.
Although he felt dizzy just now, as if he was about to faint, he was still able to maintain a certain sense of self as he felt the coolness in his sea of spiritual thoughts. This is the benefit of the double insurance of Fu Zhuan and the Magic Mirror. If one of them is missing, although he can still maintain self-control, he will never be able to be as absolute as he is now. No, it can even be said to be arbitrary. For For him now, this illusion is just a dream that he can experience personally. However, if he stays in this dream for a long time, his state of mind will improve. This is the purpose of his coming here.
Turning over and sitting up, he sensed it a little, and sure enough, both the strength of his body and his reaction ability were only at the level of a few years ago, not much higher than ordinary mortals. When he tried his spiritual thoughts again, just as he expected, this body had no spiritual thoughts at all, and naturally could not release his spiritual thoughts. Moreover, it seemed that it had no spiritual roots. After all, Ye Sanlang himself had no spiritual roots. This was Unchangeable fact.
But this is normal. If I could be as powerful as I am now a few years ago, I am afraid that the title would not be "The No. 1 Sword in Chang'an" but "The No. 1 Sword in the World", haha.
The long gown placed beside the bed was a familiar police uniform. Seeing this uniform again after more than a year, he couldn't help but feel filled with emotion. They had only been separated for so long, but it gave him a feeling of being extremely far away. a feeling of. Of course this was because the span from the mortal world to the world of cultivation was so big that it gave rise to the illusion of one day in the sky and one year below. But he had to admit that the time when he was a policeman in Chang'an was really a bit too far away. .
This especially reminded him that most cultivators would stay in seclusion for a hundred or eighty years. Compared with that time, his year and a half was nothing.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master, are you up? The master and his wife are calling you." Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Of course he was familiar with this voice. It was Xiao Liu who often came to wake him up.
But what made him a little confused as a monk was, what did Xiao Liu just say? Master and madam? When did the Ye family in Chang'an have a wife? Not to mention that his mother died when he was a child, and his father has never remarried, so how can he have a wife?
Could it be that... countless expectations suddenly emerged in Ye Qingcheng's heart. Even though he knew that this was in an illusion, he was still a little unable to extricate himself. It was not for anything else but because of the longing for his mother in his heart.
"I'm coming, you go and do your work first." After sending Xiao Liu away, Ye Qingcheng quickly put on his uniform and rushed to the lobby.
As soon as he arrived at the lobby and took a step forward, Ye Qingcheng's eyes became moist. He saw one person sitting on two chairs in the lobby, and that person was his father Ye Tianzheng. But what surprised him was that this father and The father in his impression was a little surprised. The father in this fantasy is not as unkempt or even slovenly as he remembers him. Instead, he is gentle and bookish. Yes, of course his father would be like this if his mother had not died.
Sitting on another chair was a young woman in her thirties, with a beautiful appearance that looked exactly like the paintings he had seen hanging on the wall at home.
"Father, what's the matter?" Although he really wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms and cry, the cool feeling in his heart kept reminding him that this was just an illusion, so he did not do anything. What an extraordinary move.
"Look at you, it's already three o'clock in the morning, and you are still sleeping in your own room, how unbecoming it is! If it weren't for the good personal relationship between Yang Shilang and I, you would have packed up and been kicked back." Ye Tianzheng looked very angry. The look made Ye Qingcheng a little ashamed, because when he was a fisherman, if there was no big deal, he would spend three days fishing and two days drying nets. Thinking about it now, it was really immature.
If he could be given a chance to go back to that time, he would definitely do a good job as a catcher. With his ability at that time, in addition to being famous in the world, he should also be able to gain favor from above. If we take advantage of Yang Shenjin's relationship, we might be able to attract Li Longji's attention. As long as he is not as high-profile as Ye Sanlang before, trying to win over people everywhere, Li Longji will definitely take a fancy to him. Even if Bai Lingfeng is able to attack the captain of the military aircraft directly belonging to the emperor, his own strength is even greater. Isn’t there a certain chance?
It's just an illusion anyway, so I might as well take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy it. I used to be a bit too dissolute. In this illusion, I might as well be a law-abiding and good catcher. I'm no longer as pure and half a ranger as I used to be. Half are the catchers.
"Hey, husband, don't talk about Saburo like that. Young people are always young and vigorous. What's the harm in being a little wild?"
"Well, since your mother has interceded with you, forget it. You finish your breakfast quickly and go to Yang Shilang's house. He will take you to the palace later in the afternoon."
"Enter the palace? What are you doing in the palace?" Ye Qingcheng looked confused, because there was no such incident in his memory, and he had no experience of entering the palace with Yang Shilang. It seemed that these things should be imaginary. Yes, even non-existent things can be made to look like real things, but think about it, even mother and father can be transformed, what is impossible?
Although everyone was a resident at the foot of the emperor and passed by the palace gate all day long, Ye Qingcheng had never entered the palace before being accepted by Yin Shifei as a disciple of Xunlongmen.
