Life suddenly became unusually leisurely.

For a long period of time, Meng Zhou stayed in the Aurora Cave without going out.

Occasionally, some matters would come to his door, and they would be solved by "Ge Ping" who he stayed in Sanchuan Yuan, so he didn't need to worry about them at all.

Except for a few days of retreat at the beginning of each month, during the rest of the time, Meng Zhou, who was immersed in the inspiration inspired by the three professions of Medicine Spirit Master, Spirit Controller, and Spirit Adjustment Master, seemed quite idle.

Moreover, this kind of thinking activity consumes a lot of mental energy.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stay focused for long.

Relaxation and balance of work and rest.

To wake up and realize something, and to finish it when he is exhausted, this is actually the method that makes him feel most comfortable and makes the most obvious progress.

Every few days, he would also be distracted and summarize the information of the Five Realms Mingxin Pavilion through the Linglian clones scattered in various regions.

As a result, the interactions with Bai Zhi became more frequent.

What surprised Meng Zhou was that Bai Zhi had already taken a step ahead of him and made continuous progress before he realized the secret.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Meng Zhou felt that for Bai Zhi, this did not seem to be worth the fuss at all.

"For her, this is already a bit slow, right?"

Meng Zhou thought so in his heart.

Comparing the achievements of "Rope Spirit" Yaya, who has already reached the third level limit, and looking at her current progress, we can see that Meng Zhou's conjecture at this moment is not unfounded.

The progress of Bai Zhi during this period is mainly reflected in two aspects.

One aspect is career path.

Originally, she was an extremely pure painter.

After "copying" a powerful musical talent from Meng Zhou, coupled with some of his guidance, Bai Zhi really came up with the idea of ​​"there is painting in the music, and there is sound in the painting".

After a little bit of speculation and practice, she really found the feeling bit by bit.

But just recently, this "feeling" has finally undergone a qualitative change due to continuous accumulation.

"I'm not a painter anymore."

One day, Bai Zhi suddenly said this.

Meng Zhouyi didn't understand for a while and said in surprise: "Forgot?"

Bai Zhi's eyes widened, as if she didn't expect his reaction and didn't understand what he said. After a while, she burst out laughing and said:

"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant..."

"what does that mean?"

"I succeeded."

Bai Zhi brushed off the non-existent dust on her body, straightened her body, and looked proud and proud.

She explained it carefully again, and Meng Zhou finally understood. This was Bai Zhi's "music and painting fellow practitioner" who had been studying for many years under his "enlightenment" and finally made a breakthrough.

How much progress has been made?

From Meng Zhou's point of view, this is really a mysterious thing. After experiencing it personally, it feels like some scenes in fantasy have become reality.

"What's the effect?" Meng Zhou asked.

Bai Zhi said: "Would you like to try it?"

There was no trace of eagerness to try in his expression.

Meng Zhou nodded.

Bai Zhi stood up and walked out of the stone pavilion where the two of them were, and came to an open space nearby, signaling Meng Zhou to come out as well.

She waved her hand gently, and in her hand came a lyre that she had made by herself.

——The materials used are all provided by Meng Zhou, and they are all excellent third-level spiritual materials.

When the lyre appeared and the void floated in the most convenient position in front of her, she had already sat cross-legged and devoted herself to the lyre in front of her.

He stretched out his fingers and fiddled with the strings a few times, but no sound came out. However, in Meng Zhou's "clearly aware" vision, Bai Zhi's spiritual energy gradually merged with the guqin in front of him.

She raised her head and glanced at Meng Zhou, who was behaving casually, and said, "Do you want to take some defensive measures?"

"Afraid of hurting me?"

"Um."

"..."

Although he was a little dissatisfied, he didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, so with a thought, a spiritual shield appeared in front of him, covering him completely.

Under his deliberate release, the defensive ability of this spiritual shield is equivalent to an ordinary third-level high-grade spell, and can resist most power attacks at the sixth level of pill formation and below.

"Should I start?" Bai Zhi reminded.

"I'm ready." Meng Zhou said.

Bai Zhi nodded and said no more.

But his left hand suddenly waved lightly on the lyre, and the five fingers, as white as fat and as tender as onions, were light or heavy, fast or slow, smooth or sluggish, across the strings.

For a moment, Meng Zhou frowned.

This sudden sound was very strange.

Like broken ice, like cracked silk...

The suddenness makes people instinctively feel uneasy and frightened.

It was like the sound of a shovel scraping against hard stone ground, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, with some vague physical discomfort.

This was one of the most impressive and uncomfortable sounds in his memory.

He subconsciously wanted to block the source of the sound, but then, Meng Zhou realized that things were not that simple.

The sound of the piano did not reach his ears through air vibration, but directly penetrated into his heart.

On a practical level, changes have not stopped.

Bai Zhi kept waving the piano with both hands, and a series of extremely sharp blades either walked in a straight line, rotated left and right, or flew like butterflies, attacking towards his position.

Although these sharp blades did not attack him, they slashed at the spiritual shield in front of her, just like the unlucky ghosts who fell into the mire and deep pool, they were quickly "submerged" in it and disappeared.

Apart from causing constant turmoil in the spiritual shield, no other changes occurred.

Meng Zhou, on the other hand, had some time to look at these sharp blades that were constantly flying towards him like moths to a flame.

From the appearance, apart from being longer and narrower, more flexible when rotating, and making people unpredictable, they are not fundamentally different from spells such as wind blades.

Bai Zhi saw that he easily swallowed her attack, and a look of joy flashed on her face.

"But be careful, I'm going to work harder."

She first reminded her aloud, and after Meng Zhou nodded, the hands that were waving at the strings suddenly changed.

Either twisting or picking, playing or wiping...

Her ten fingers jumped on the lyre like an elf, and more complex melodies flew out of her fingertips.

Meng Zhou was surprised to find that the surrounding waters were rising up unknowingly with her music, gradually giving people a feeling of being connected to the sky.

"Wow--"

There was a sound of breaking water, and the fierce deep-sea monsters rushed toward him.

All of them bared their teeth and claws, with ferocious faces.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zhou was slightly surprised.

Well, just a "little" one.

Then he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

And just before the smile bloomed on his face, these big demons hit the spiritual power shield one after another, shattering instantly and scattering little spiritual lights.

Where did the deep sea come from, and where did the big monster come from.

All of this showed its "original form" in front of the spiritual shield.

However, just when Meng Zhou thought it was over, Bai Zhi's "craft" finally surprised him.

He clearly felt that the sea of ​​​​consciousness was not lightly nor severely impacted.

Well, for him, the impact may be neither light nor severe, but if it were a mid-stage pill-forming monk, it wouldn't be so easy.

And if the fourth-level or even fifth-level monks who have just entered the middle stage of the alchemy formation are caught off guard and encounter this collision, the sea of ​​consciousness may be "forcibly opened" by someone.

As for the early stage of pill formation, under this collision, there is no way to fight back, and it can be destroyed directly.

Bai Zhi, who originally wanted to show off, was quite frustrated when she saw this.

I put away the lyre, feeling unhappy, and seemed not to be so satisfied with the progress of the "music and painting fellow practitioners".

Meng Zhou had to comfort her in turn. There was something she didn't say clearly. Although I had let go, I was still a figure on par with the ancestors of the Five Realms.
To be continued...