Although he thought that Liu Laodao was "not bad", he would never really entrust his wealth and life to someone who had only been with him for a few days.

Now he can't move.

A comfortable cotton shirt was soaked in sweat, and even the bed under him was wet. Even if there was only the light from the crescent moon casting in the window paper in the room, you could see the white fog on his head was frantically emitting.

At this moment, his snow-capped mountains and seas seemed to be about to explode.

The reason why the snow mountain Qihai is called this is not because it sounds better and more literary, nor because there is really something like a snow mountain in the body.

This is because when a practitioner practices, his spiritual power gathers and condenses, and eventually merges with his body to strengthen the spiritual soul and life of the practitioner. This part of the spiritual power actually forms a part of the practitioner. They are not a single "qi" or something that "golden light shines" that can flow in his body - they have penetrated into every cell and become part of the body.

When a painter draws the other person's spiritual power or his own spiritual power, it refers to this part. This part refers to the "mountain" in the "snow mountains and seas" - a solid foundation.

There are other spiritual powers that can be called - depending on how majestic your "mountain" is. They are stripped from the "mountain", gathered into the Qi Sea, used in various forms, and become many techniques.

In fact, if Li Yunxin was named, he would say that this is called "liquid capital".

The seal of his snow-capped mountains and sea of ​​Qi was because the "snow" on the "mountain" could not "melt" and could not gather in the "sea of ​​Qi".

He wanted to use his will to break through that layer of prohibition. But since there was no exact form of a "mountain" in his body, there would be no cover or seal on it - he needed to use his will to impact the whole body to eliminate the seal that covered the entire body.

But at present, the faith and vows of hundreds of people gathered on him through the spiritual channel of the "Crown Prince Xuanmiao Lingbao Jiawen" and the Dragon Girl... From the first moment he received this vow, he realized-

He is broken.

The thing about the vow is completely different from the spiritual power he cultivates. The difference between the two is like liquid, water and oil.

These vows may not be worth mentioning to the great demon. If they are converted into spiritual power, they will not look down on him. However, although the vows are small at this moment, they cannot be driven by him and cannot be excreted from the body for a while. It is as if the body is suddenly fixed by countless slender steel needles, and he can't move.

It is said that there is a punishment that cuts a gap in a person's scalp and pours mercury into it, and then you will get a complete human skin. Although the power of vows is not tangible mercury, it has the same effect on the level of the soul. The indescribable pain made Li Yunxin grit his teeth and clatter. The reason why he continued to insist on preventing Liu Laodao from coming in was because he felt that although the situation was very different from what he expected,... it seemed to have some effect.

The power of the vow did indeed bring him pain, but it was also rushing to the prohibition. The talisman for casting the vow was probably made by a master of Taoism, and it was solid and solid. But this vow seemed to be effective. With two completely different forces impacting and washing, Li Yunxin could indeed feel that the ban was "loosening" a little.

However, at this moment, his pain was almost at the limit of endurance. He only hoped that those worshiping people outside would dissipate quickly so that he could slowly absorb this idea of ​​wishing and check it carefully in the "Tongming Jade Slip". In addition to "easy evidence and obtain", is there any other way possible?

After another hour of this, he felt that the water in his body was about to be evaporated, there were finally no one in the temple. At this time, there was no decent entertainment. If you want to have fun, there were probably only the "happy things" between the couple's bed. Therefore, when people sleep early, they will be relieved early.

When his vows no longer increase, he restrained his mind and began to try to absorb this thing.

At this time, he was not aware that it was a taboo for human practitioners to absorb vows. He only felt that this power came easily and freely. If he could become stronger and stronger every day, he could become stronger and stronger... Then why not do it?

This wish is difficult to absorb, just like oil is difficult to dissolve in water. But he tried again and again and found that since he could not blend with each other, he should not merge. Letting this wish is also part of the "mountain", just like mixing oil and water together and shaking it hard - although it was still a mass of water in the end, it turned out to be a whole cup of liquid.

After trying this, he felt that he had found the trick - with this power of vows mixed in, there was indeed some spiritual power to expose. Vows were like small holes after small holes were opened on the "mountain".

He spent half an hour doing this and planned to do it to the end in the future. He had cultivated spiritual power for more than ten years, and these vows were not even worth a penny for his "mountain". He felt that it would take longer to completely solve the "ban".

At this time, Liu Laodao came in through the back door.

It was not very cold in spring nights, and there was also the slight fragrance of flowers and plants. The old Taoist drank wine at this time and felt a little warm and the fresh fragrance in his mouth. He also thought of an extra item in the temple, and his whole body was as comfortable as if soaked in warm water.

He closed the back door and hummed the two lines "The sparse shadows slanted across the water, the faint fragrance floats at dusk." I don't know the poem written by a master painting master a thousand years ago, while walking towards his house. When he reached the pond, he turned to look at the residence of Li Yunxin in the main house.

I found that the room was still dark and quiet. The old Taoist weighed the beef wrapped in oil paper in his hand, thinking it was a pity. The master probably went to bed early after practicing martial arts - it was a pity that this beef.

The cattle were from a farmer outside the city. They were bitten to death by wild beasts who rushed in in the middle of the night. They only bite a few bites. They seemed to feel that it was not suitable for their appetite, so they stopped eating it.

The next day, the family got up and found that the cow was dead, so they went to report to the official. The government sent someone to investigate and confirmed that it was a wild beast that killed him, so they asked his family to deal with it themselves. The family was reluctant to eat it themselves, so they sold it to Munanju for silver.

Beef is a rare thing. The old Taoist spent two cents of silver on this bag of beef sauce in his hand - he could buy ten servings of mutton.

He wanted to break until tomorrow, so he might as well take it back to his house and eat it slowly - Oh, it's a pity that I ate too much just now. If I had known this, I would have eaten this beef and that mutton.

He thought so little by little and turned his head.

After walking away for two steps, I suddenly stopped and felt my head buzzing, my whole scalp numb, and the alcoholism faded instantly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Li Yunxin's room. He looked at the thing he seemed to have vaguely seen just now.

This time, he saw it clearly.

A woman in white was lying outside Li Yunxin's window.

He was lying on his head facing down and his feet on his feet. He seemed to feel his gaze. The woman in white raised her head and looked at him-

There are no facial features on the face.
Chapter completed!