"The ruthless way?" Yan Ye's eyelashes trembled, "What gave you such an illusion?"
Lin Du couldn't tell, because Yan Yehe should be like Luo Ze, born in ice and snow, and transformed into ice and snow.
Is ice and snow sentient?
She didn't really want to get to the bottom of it, the idea just came out of nowhere.
"Just ask."
Yan Ye lowered his eyes and took back the consciousness that fell on his young disciple, "No, I am not ruthless."
The three thousand avenues of cultivation can be divided into sword cultivation, sword cultivation, body cultivation, weapon cultivation, formation cultivation, etc. according to what one specializes in. This can be chosen as early as when one enters the Tao.
But what really determines whether you can reach the step of ascension on the road is the Taoism that monks choose after experiencing many times, perhaps the third, fifth or even seventh time.
For example... the supreme forgetfulness, even ruthlessness, or torture, joy, etc. are one of the rules of heaven that monks have realized.
That's not even your own choice, maybe you were chosen by the rules of heaven.
Yan Ye didn't know why his young apprentice suddenly asked this, but he told her very responsibly, "What I am cultivating is life."
Lin Du was stunned for a moment, "Life?"
Yan Ye nodded, "Fate."
Yan Ye has been good at calculations all his life, and he calculated that the only relationship between master and apprentice in his life was to cross the water in the forest spring on a cold spring day.
So there was Lindu.
Lin Du tilted his head and thought about it. She, a woman with a script in hand, would probably embark on the path of cultivating her life in the future.
"Then Master didn't calculate that your apprentice might not live long?"
Yan Ye reached out and flicked her brains out with perfect accuracy, "If you say that again, just jump into Luo Ze and wash your brain."
"I don't know about others. Jiang Liang and I, if we want you to live, you must live."
Lin Du studies hard and calculates every day. He is afraid that his hair will disturb him, so he wears a net scarf to tie his hair every day. Now through the net scarf, he can see the red hair on his hair through the densely woven black gauze. mark.
When Lin Du opened his eyes from trance the next day, he saw the bruise on his forehead.
This old guy is really ruthless.
I endorsed it first, then went to have breakfast. After breakfast, I went to the library to calculate the fragments of the formation, then returned to Luoze to complete the formation for Yan Ye to test, and then I consciously broke through the thick ice and went to Luoze to wash my brain. After dinner, he returned to the cave to practice meditation. This was Lin Du's day.
Just like the life in high school or postgraduate entrance examination, day after day, it is ordinary and simple, and it doesn't seem to be too tiring after getting used to it.
Lin Du felt that the world of cultivation was short of Bingmei and Yan, so she quickly found a substitute for Bingmei.
There are icebergs around Luoze, not snow mountains, but icebergs.
Under the ice, there were tea trees. Yan Ye heard her complain about why there was no ice tea, so he picked them himself, processed them using ancient methods, and made tea for her. He brewed and soaked them with the spiritual water from the hanging waterfall above Luoze. The iced tea that came out one night was light green in color, slightly bitter in the mouth, and had a refreshing fragrance.
The tea itself is a 3,000-year-old Queen Mother of Tea plant, covered with natural ice and snow. The fragrant aura of this beautiful place has been accumulated for hundreds of years. The resulting pound of tea can naturally resolve inner demons and benefit people. If Shen Qingxin's treasures were put on the market, one might not be able to buy only three taels of a hundred spirit crystals.
Lin Du only felt that he was faster after drinking tea, and he thought that if he wanted to improve his learning efficiency, he would need to drink iced caffeine to refresh himself.
She only spent half a day on this day to calculate the last remaining formation. She was not in a hurry to find Yan Ye, so she simply took out the fan and played with it.
The voice that only urged her during meal time suddenly sounded again, "The fan is missing something, but it's not completely useless."
Lin Du was startled, "Senior?"
She didn't even know who was guarding the library, and even Yan Ye didn't seem to know.
"Will you be branded with spiritual consciousness?"
Of course Lin Du knows it. She learned these small spells by herself from reading books.
She released her consciousness, then wrapped the fan completely, and then waited for Lingbao's softening and acceptance.
"That is a heaven-grade spiritual treasure, but now it can only be regarded as half a heaven-grade spiritual treasure."
The voice sounded again.
The consciousness that was originally floating on the surface suddenly swayed, as if falling into a deep black hole.
Lin Du raised his hand to form a seal and imprinted his spiritual consciousness on this spiritual treasure.
The dull silver-gray color on the surface of the folding fan that had never been opened was like metal gradually melting under high temperature, showing a softened metallic luster.
At this moment, Lin Du knew the name of this spiritual treasure.
Floating life.
And this is indeed not a complete spiritual treasure, because it also has a symbiotic spiritual object, the dream pen.
Dream pen painting floating life.
Lin Du reached out and grasped the handle of the fan, and opened the folding fan with a snap.
The light inside is still discernible. The material of this folding fan is not ordinary bamboo wood, but composite molten gold. There are rigid bevel protrusions on the fan handle, but there are no other carvings.
Both the fan bones and the fan surface have neat square sharp and hard shapes. The moment it is opened, it shines like pearls on a shell carving, and you can vaguely see the fragmented face of Lin Du himself.
Then the background color of the fan turned green, and frost gradually formed on it. The growth process of the various colored snowflakes on it was clearly visible, crystal clear.
Lin Du was startled at first, and soon realized why this thing was called Fu Sheng.
She put away the fan, thinking that this thing could be used to show off, but the next moment, the person in the library said, "This is also a murder weapon."
"How can you kill someone with a folding fan?"
"Now that you know your life, you can kill someone."
Lin Du was stunned for a moment, "Illusion formation?"
This time, no one answered her.
Lin Du didn't care. He stood up holding the fan and walked out of the library.
Then, pour spiritual power into the fan handle.
Sweep forward.
Nothing happened.
Lin Du sighed and shook his head, what fairy dream was she having?
As expected, a novice is still a novice after taking Lingbao.
She was about to turn around and go back to the library when she suddenly heard the sound of freezing.
Tiny and fragmented, but especially clear to a monk with sensitive five senses.
Lin Du turned around suddenly and found that the green cedars on both sides of the stone steps of the library were covered with frost inch by inch, and the stone steps were slowly climbing up to an icy white color.
A bird on the branch that had not yet reacted had its tiny claws frozen to the branch, and the frost was still climbing up.
Lin Du wanted to untie it quickly, but he couldn't help it. He moved the consciousness inside the spirit treasure and communicated for a long time. The bird that was so anxious to open its wings but couldn't fly was already frozen to the neck.
"No, I didn't want to kill anyone today. Brother Bird, please wait for me. I will come to save you right now."
Lin Du tried it, closed the folding fan, poured in spiritual power again, and pointed in the direction of the branch in the distance.
A ray of spiritual power turned into a small ice blade, and cut off the branch with one stroke. The bird and the branch fell to the ground with a bang. From a distance, it looked like a skewered bird roasted with rock sugar.
Lin Du:......
"Forget it, let's make extra meals in the kitchen."
