Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 83 The words and paintings seen in the eyes

"She couldn't wake up, not because of the burning poison, but because her soul was pulled into the gap between reality and illusion."

"For you, it may also be called a dream." Aruo explained kindly, but didn't say much more.

"Do dreams also have actual bodies?"

Regarding the gap between virtuality and reality, Iwa only knew that there would be an illusion there, but seeing that the white cat had no intention to continue speaking, he changed the question.

"What should I do?"

"You read it first. After you finish reading it, if you still have enough courage, I will tell you what to do next."

Hey, silly kid, I'm afraid you don't have the courage, Aruo laughed secretly in his heart.

Its voice became softer and softer, its figure became thinner and thinner, its furry tail turned into a transparent strip of cloth, lightly covering the young man's eyes, and its pair of clear golden eyes were completely covered by the white mist.

Different from what he expected, the world he saw before his eyes became simpler. The traces of spiritual energy flowing everywhere disappeared from his sight, and the world became extremely bright and clean, which stung the eyes.

"I really miss such a simple world so much." Yan Qiang resisted the desire to look around and touched his forehead, trying to calm down.

The existence of the Celestial Spirit Eye is both good and bad.

Being able to break through the illusions of the world and understand the truth of heaven and earth describes the power that can be seen after cultivating the spiritual pupil to perfection.

As for the current him, it is obvious that he lacks strength, and the spiritual energy he sees in his eyes is very chaotic. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a mess.

In other words, it's like solving a puzzle. To a certain extent, he can directly see the answer, but due to lack of ability, most of the time he is unable to understand the connection between the puzzle and the answer, and he will also receive a lot of unnecessary interference.

This made it very difficult for him to practice spells or learn to draw talisman and form formations.

"Hey, I really can't learn it."

"You have to hurry up." Aruo nervously stretched out his claws to pick at the wooden sign on one side a few times, and carefully looked into the forbidden area. He saw that everyone in the courtyard was focused on the same place and had not noticed the movement outside the courtyard. He couldn't help but feel proud.

He licked his translucent paws.

Those old men were originally at the top of the world, so they were not easy to fool. Half of the white cat's beard trembled a few times, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Yan Duan sat on the ground, A Ruo's words flashed through his mind over and over again. Although he couldn't fully trust his words, he still dared to try, just to rely on it.

His willfulness and lack of scruples all come from the grey-bearded, amiable old man in the courtyard, and from the unbreakable agreement between the two.

So, he closed his eyes with relief.

Do you look carefully?

Yan lowered his head.

The lake in the heart is clear and calm, with a vast white mist touching the water surface and peanuts ripples.

He easily saw the spiritual veins spread throughout his body, soaked in golden light, and the faint trembling echoed with the land beneath his feet.

There were too conspicuous gaps in the spiritual veins on his wrists and chest, and his gaze did not linger long.

He saw a heavy fog rising around him, and the hem of the exquisite and extraordinary robe on his body was moving with cloud patterns and black rain. There were stone steps coming from the sky, and the wind and rain were about to destroy it.

As if he felt something in his heart, he was about to turn his head towards Yunshan, when a cold paw touched his eyebrows. The lake in his heart suddenly froze with ice, and the frost blossoms bloomed slightly, looking cold and cold.

"Don't look over there, I don't want to get caught for committing a foul." Aruo's expression turned colder and reminded him, "Look up and look up."

The weak coldness coming from the top of the cloud mountain made the white cat shiver three times in a row. The fur on its body stood up and its ears twitched. It knew what it was, so it showed guilt towards the young man with clear features.

look.

"The Wuchen Land is above, and we follow the rules of equivalent transactions. If this happens, and I am out of Wu Guang Tian's control, I will definitely provide him with generous rewards."

I noticed that the white mist on the heart lake was showing signs of fading away. Although it was very inconspicuous, it was indeed dissipating little by little. The palpitations caused by the startling glance had not gone away. Yan did not dare to delay and hurriedly followed the instructions of the white cat.

Look upward.

Then he fell silent.

No fear, no anxiety.

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Yan sighed, feeling that the ability to probe people's minds shouldn't exist in the world, and the same goes for magic.

Every time his mind was read, he felt like he had turned into a little suckling pig, being washed clean, skinned off, and basked in the sun naked.

In the dream, outside the stone castle.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the dryness in the air was very bright. The fierce golden falcons were exposed to the sun, and the ferocious wounds that were torn open by brute force were covered with thick blood scabs, and the hard and transparent multi-faceted rhombuses were sharp.

The sunlight and shadows were scattered all over the place.

Sheng Fei squatted down, holding a long and thin feather in his hand, and drew it on the sand one stroke at a time.

She specifically asked her sister about the meaning of the ballad, and Ai Luoluo replaced the language of the ballad with the language of their world, perfectly satisfying her curiosity.

She is now trying to write those words.

It's not that Sheng Fei is stupid. She was trying to explain to Yan just now, but she suddenly realized that it was much more difficult for her to switch languages ​​between the two worlds.

Forgetting as soon as you think about it is really the state of forgetting as soon as you think about it, or the words come to your lips and you cannot say them out at all.

The characters in their world are countless times more complicated than the more complicated Tianxiao ancient script. I didn’t find it difficult to read or write in that world before. It can be seen that after using the simple and easy-to-remember Tianxiao new script, Sheng

I had a headache writing this, and my face was wrinkled.

Now let her read many story books written in the original world's words, and she will be very unhappy.

Yan watched quietly as Sheng Fei poked at the sand for a long time, and then looked at the ground after she rested.

The thing on it was more appropriately described as a painting than a word from Sheng Fei's mouth. He leaned over slightly and got closer to the ground.

There seemed to be a soft ringing in my ears, and the strokes in the painting swayed in the mottled light and shadow on the ground, attached to the young man's soft and fine eyelashes, and murmured sadly.

The surging blood told him the answer.

"Malanhua, what is that?" Yan had never heard the name of this flower before, and tugged at the hair on his forehead in confusion.

"It is a legendary flower that can make any wish come true." Sheng Fei stared at Yan's forehead and fell into deep thought. After a long period of observation, she discovered that Yan Ai pulling his hair was not an accident - he really couldn't control himself.

hand.

Coincidentally, in Bian Zheng's memory, Xiao Shengpi used to love pulling his hair, which led to a period of time when a large piece of hair was missing from his forehead, and he was troubled about it for a long time.

(End of chapter)