Chapter 1343: The Eyes of Mind
This guy doesn’t speak easily, and when he does, he kills.
Lin Xi couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The more desperate you are, the more nonsense you do? Your temperament is completely opposite to that of your father."
Bailian Smiling slightly, he said: "Compared to my father, my temperament is more casual. My mother."
Lin Xi did not agree with Bai Lian's proposal: "With my dream killing technique, it is a miracle that one person can survive among a thousand people, but this person wakes up and knows the difference. It takes a hundred years to realize the dream.
Young Master Baili, even if I am willing to help you, even if you can do one thousandth of this, you don't have a hundred years to spend. "
Bailian looked calm, pondered for a while, and then said: "Even if we have a hundred years of time at this moment, we can't break this corridor and the abyss in one day, and one day is a waste of time. "
Lin Xi couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile on her face: "Young Master Baili really loves to give people problems. ”
Although Lin Xi carefully analyzed the pros and cons of Balian’s almost ridiculous and unrealistic request, there was no sign of reluctance on her face.
She took one off her shoulder. A strand of hair, and a red thread was pulled out from the jade at the waist. The two strands were intertwined, and with dexterous fingertips, a red thread and green silk bracelet was quickly woven.
A longer red rope hung loosely in the middle of the hand rope. She put it on Bailian's wrist and her own wrist respectively, and said quietly:
"Although I cannot control the dream spell, I can use this rope to We are related to each other, but there is a certain opportunity to connect with spiritual consciousness. I hope that I can help you at the critical moment and wake you up, right?"
Bailian nodded and did not reject Lin Xi's kindness. Let the hair rope wrap around your wrist.
After doing all this, Lin Xi lifted up the big sleeves between her wrists, exposing her snow-white arms as white as lotus roots. She kneaded the formula with one hand, put them together and stood upright in front of her lips, and recited the words quickly and silently in a low voice. A string of ancient and mysterious spells.
As the spell spread between her lips and tongue, Lin Xi frowned, and there was a faint look of pain on her face. Then, small black characters as fine as flies spread from her heart to her forearms. Forming a strange black and dark golden eyes.
Balian looked at the eye on her arm. It was clearly made by drawing lines on the surface of the skin, but it gave people the illusion that she was being watched silently by a cold, indifferent and evil eye.
It's as if that eye... seems to be alive,
Lin Xi explained: "The Demon Sect's Dream Killing Technique is inextricably linked to the Eye Technique. Now I can no longer see. , if you want to continue to practice the magic of Demon Sect Dream Killing with this immortal body, you can only I use my body to nourish my eyes, and this eye is my third eye, called the 'mind's eye'."
"The mind's eye?"
So this is why Lin Xi is blind, but still. He is able to walk on the ground as if he were on the ground, and even has a perception and sensitivity that exceeds that of ordinary people.
The reason was that she had developed a keen eye.
See things with the naked eye, and see the spirit with the mind's eye.
This means that in Lin Xi's field of vision, she is observing the world with a spiritual vision all the time.
Bailian looked at the pattern of the eye between her arms, and seemed to sense Bailian's gaze. He even blinked at Bailian actively, which was clearly a naughty action. , but even blinking was very Lin Xi's style, very cold and distant.
Bailian couldn't help but smile and asked: "Master Lin Xi's mind can still wander around at will. I remember that the mind is hidden in the deep palace of the heart."
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Lin Xi raised her eyebrows and said unequivocally: "Young Master Baili is right, but if I am not connected with the spiritual thread, my mind is in my arms, and Young Master Baili wants to be killed in a dream, doesn't he need me?" Take off your clothes and belt..."
As she spoke, she tapped her chest and her voice was like cold jade knocking beads: "If so, Young Master Baili dares to come and bite me on the heart? "
Bailian's frank words instantly made him feel embarrassed. He quickly yelled: "It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this..."
Lin Xi has a temper. Being cold and cold is completely inconsistent with Jiujiu's temperament of teasing and teasing under her cold appearance. She has the upper hand in words, and she will not continue to tease others in pursuit of victory.
Instead, he calmly held out his arm, his expression and words were full of seriousness: "The art of dream killing is no small matter. Young Master Baili hopes to take care of himself during this trip."
"Thank you."
Bailian thanked her sincerely and took a bite between the snowy arms she handed over. The extraordinarily bright blood overflowed and was drawn into his mouth and swallowed carefully.
The moment the blood entered his throat, apart from the pleasure generated by the body being replenished with blood, Balian only felt that his brain and consciousness were suddenly sinking into the sea, overwhelmed by a huge dream. Swallowed by the power.
Countless fragmented illusions are woven into a strange and familiar world, displayed in Balian's surrounding field of vision.
The night breeze blows on my face, bringing with it the distant fragrance of wild flowers in the mountains, which is refreshing and pleasant.
When Balian opened his eyes again, he saw himself standing on the mountains and fields, with the vast sky in front of him, the darkness of night, and a bright disk-like moon surrounded by billions of stars hanging in the sky looking down. All living beings.
The breeze fills the hills, the sea of dreams rises and falls, the stars and the mortal mountains shine brightly, and there are a few rays of light.
The clear moonlight falls from the distant peaks. Between the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, the wind shuttles between the open forests and fields, causing the long grass to ripple, the mountain animals to sprint, and the vegetation to float.
The top of the head is a huge sword-shaped mountain. The mountain is towering, and most of it is hidden in the sky. Countless ancient swords are inserted between the dark and ancient mountains.
Bailian was extremely familiar with the scene before him.
This is Tianshengjian Mountain.
He... returned to the Tianxi Sword Sect.
But why...use the word 'hui'?
At night in the mountains, the surrounding fields were covered with a thin mist. The misty wind blew by, and the corners of his robe fluttered into the field of vision. Balian found that he was actually wearing a red and black sword outfit, with a red waist. The hanging tassel ring is entangled with a piece of Zong Yu that is as white as snow jade.
Zong Yu?
Is that something that the leader of Tianxi Sword Sect is qualified to wear?
Why did it appear to him.
At this moment, a very strange and contradictory feeling arose in Parian's heart.
He felt that he should not have this Zong Yu, but there was another thought in his heart. This Zong Yu seemed to have been with him for countless years.
Bailian held up the piece of snow-white Zongyu that was as light as dust with the palm of his hand. The moment he held it up, his mind was shocked, and he suddenly realized it in a dream...
It turns out that he has been the master of the Tianxi Sword for more than a hundred years.
A violent cry sounded loudly.
The eagle rises and hangs in the moon.
A cold touch came from his right hand. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was a sword.
Tonight is the time for him to practice sword practice every day.
And he seemed to have come just for this moment.
Familiar hometown, familiar old mountains and fields. The mind that had just been scattered and had never been reunited suddenly condensed as if it had awakened. The spiritual platform was as clear as a mirror, all distracting thoughts in the heart were thrown away, everything in the world was quiet, the wind stopped and people moved, people moved and swords rose, and the mist was in the sound of swords. It started to run as fast as a wild stream, with moths and crickets chirping, and fish running in the stream.
One sword, one world, all enter the heart.
The sword started to dream and left. What Balian himself never noticed was that the immortal tear in the collarbone of his heart had appeared in the spiritual platform of ten thousand magics, and it was like a Taoist immortal hidden in the dragon.
At this moment, all three paths and six paths seemed to be visible.
The distant and vast world, for some unknown reason, has gradually become smaller. All the laws of the universe are traveling through the three thousand worlds in my heart. When the sword is drawing back its power, Balian holds the long sword horizontally with both hands and sends it off. Heaven, earth and sky.
For a moment, the darkness dissipated, and for just a moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the golden light broke through the darkness and entered the world.
Among the billions of stars in the clouds, the gates of heaven are wide open to Diku Immortal.
Thousands of supreme immortal arts and martial arts in the sky and under the sky turned into golden rain and dew, falling on the earth, all carried by that sword.
The fog moves away, the fog disperses, the fog comes back, the world of mortals comes and goes without leaving a trace, leisurely and the immortals watch the falling rain.
Dreams and swords are hidden in billions of dreams, and sparks are flying in the forest.
Lan Feng rolled his robe tirelessly, while Bai Lian always maintained his posture with his sword facing the sky.
The sword is like soil, tirelessly absorbing and carrying all the rain and dew.
All of this seems to belong to him as a matter of course. It is because of the Taoist magic and magic that he has gained through thinking and understanding over these long and long years.
But for some reason, at this moment, an extremely strange thought occurred to Parian.
He was obviously just reviewing his lessons, practicing the Taoist and Immortal techniques that he had already learned in the past.
But for some reason, it actually made him feel that all these Taoist and immortal arts were unfamiliar, as if he had forgotten them for a long time and then recalled them in an instant.
"Hidden Sword's current holy method of 'All Heavens and All Realms' has become more and more integrated, and has become the Mahayana. If this time in the Shangqing Immortal Realm, the Immortal Lord will see that you have achieved this , even above him, I'm afraid it will Very pleased. "
What interrupted Balian's thoughts was a familiar voice. Hearing the sound of the soles of boots crushing soft grass in his ears, Balian put away his sword and turned around. As expected, he I saw a familiar face.
The same black and red sword outfit, except that Zong Yu, a symbol of status, is missing from the waist. The sword emblem crown on his head has also been removed, replaced by an extremely ordinary ebony hairpin.
The moment he saw the ebony hairpin, Balian was startled again. For some reason, the strange mood in his heart arose again.
The tall and tall man came closer. Whether it was due to the erosion of time, the man's originally angular and overly handsome face now had traces of vicissitudes of life.
White hair has grown on the temples, and the sharp and aggressive eyes have become much gentler because of the fine lines at the corners. When he looked over with his usual serious eyes, he actually had a look that made Balian A very strange kind of kindness.
This is Bailiyu he has never seen before in his memory.
his father.
Bailian's eyes fell on the hairpin on Bailiyu's head again, and he moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say.
Noticing Bailian's gaze, Bailiyu raised his hand and touched the hairpin on the top of his hair, with a look of nostalgia on his face:
"Zangjian misses you. Mother? The Lantern Festival is coming in a few days. If you miss your mother, how about your father accompany you to Zhongyou, and take Rong'er with you, as a family of four, to celebrate the festival with your mother? ”
Rong’er?
Hearing this name, Balian was startled again, and his eyes were confused for a while. It took him a long time to remember that he had been married for more than a hundred years.
His wife is the fourth sword of Tianxi, Xue Xue Sword, Yun Rong.
Bailian smiled incredulously and said, "Dad, he wanted to spend the Lantern Festival with my mother-in-law, but he knew that my mother-in-law would not forgive my father's old-fashioned temper, so he wanted to drag me and me together. Senior sister, go to Zhongyou together.
Dad may not let you enter Zhongyou’s country during this big holiday, but she will definitely not drive me and my senior sister away. This is a really good plan for me.”
Bai. There was a feeling of embarrassment on Li Yu's face, but also seemed weird.
In his impression, his son has always been well-behaved, gentle and sensible. Since childhood, he has never violated his wishes or respected him. Even if he has a family and a career and has taken the position of the leader of the Tianxi Sect, he has never behaved like him. Such a face-to-face confrontation today.
It’s just that this bumping was a bit of a joke. Bailiyu didn’t care. He smiled and said:
“Your mother is not good at cooking. Yuanxiao is really delicious, but it’s just in time for the festival. Dad and I don’t like many things to eat, so this is the only one. The Lantern Festival is very popular. Don’t you miss your grandma’s Lantern Festival?” He was the only one who felt that he had let the other party down with such roundabout and tactful remarks.
In the past, Bai Lian would have been happy to be able to catch up with the festival and reunite with his mother's family.
But today, for some unknown reason, my mood suddenly arose, and I suddenly realized my usual ridiculous negligence.
It was not a warm and happy reunion of a family of four, but it was just that A Niang did not want to see him sad and lost, so she forced herself to forgive Baili Yu without any bottom line.
Today, according to his past temperament, he respects all Bailiyu's decisions.
But now, Balian feels that everything is an eyesore.
The father with his loving smile in front of me is an eyesore, and the hairpin in his hair is also an eyesore. Even the reunion of the family of four he said is an eyesore.
It was obviously an obsession that I could never let go of in the past. Now that it has finally come to fruition, I am not as happy as I imagined.
He even... didn't want the man in front of him to actually appear in the territory of Zhongyou with his son and family to meet his mother as he said.
Bailian suddenly felt tired.
It would be better if they were not allowed to meet.
The moment he came up with this idea, he thought he would feel extremely guilty, but strangely, his heart was as calm as a lake, and he said calmly:
"The Lantern Festival is approaching, and I miss my mother in my heart. Naturally, I just miss my mother, not because I miss the Lantern Festival.
My mother is among the thousands of heroic spirits in the Zhongyou Dynasty, and she is the empress. To me, she is also the best in the world. A great and amazing woman, not an ordinary woman who rolls up her sleeves and washes her hands to make soup when someone misses her. .
Dad also said that my mother-in-law is not good at cooking. Since she dislikes it, it is better to go to Aunt Wenjun. I remember that Aunt Wenjun’s cooking skills are very good and her skills in making Yuanxiao are far superior to my mother’s. , if daddy goes to find her, she will definitely be very happy.”
(End of this chapter)