When he poked his finger, he could not see any dark light on his fingertips. Ye Xuan's Senluo finger was used, which was much more restrained than before.

With a slight muffled sound, the crab broke the hole as thick as a finger on the crab's head, and immediately burped with its legs stretched out.

Duanmu Chu, who was standing beside him, saw that every time he dealt with a crab, he needed to consume a little spiritual power and inject the spiritual energy into the small iron cone. Only in this way can he break the crab's shell, which is not as easy and casual as Ye Xuan.

"I'm responsible for poking, you're responsible for cleaning the crab meat, how about it?" Ye Xuan saw Duanmu Chu's meaning. The sour scholar was just embarrassed to speak.

The next work was much simpler. Ye Xuan poked all the crabs to death with one finger after another.

The new job went very smoothly. The only thing that gave Ye Xuan a headache was the chef Feng Jiaojiao. After working this day, Feng Jiaojiao went back and forth more than twenty times.

Every time I come, I seem to pass by inadvertently, I always look back at the two of them, but I don’t look charming. Duanmu Chu always has a elegant face. After more than twenty times, Duanmu Chu smiles back.

Ye Xuan was not so patient. He smiled politely several times at first, but he was poking the crab behind him, and Feng Jiaojiao came again. He looked up and looked back at him.

He had to smile back, otherwise Feng Jiaojiao would immediately feel embarrassed and stomp her feet hard, and the ground on the cubicle was shaking continuously.

At the end of the day, Ye Xuan came to a small cottage near the kitchen. This was the place to be assigned to him. Compared with the small thatched cottage that used to be used to be, this small cottage was much better.

"Dandan, this is the spirit stone I earned today." In the hut, Ye Xuan took out two low-grade spirit stones from his pocket.

Today's work should only have one low-grade spirit stone, but when Feng Jiaojiao heard Ye Xuan urgently used it, she gave him one more. Ye Xuan considered the ruthlessness of the stone egg, but still took it away with a bit of the bullet.

Ye Xuan's spiritual consciousness sent a sound transmission into the Vientiane Mirror, and his body was in pain. In the lava space, the stone egg swayed slightly, and he was extremely angry.

"You eat for nothing, but you still dislike it. For the sake of two low-grade spirit stones, I have been regarded as a slut."

Ye Xuan rolled on the ground in pain, and then when he thought of the kitchen, the other disciples saw his disdainful gaze and were immediately furious.

His words immediately worked, and the result was imagined. Ye Xuan was like an epilepsy, and his limbs twitched again and foamed at the mouth.

After a few hours, it was already late at night. Ye Xuan struggled to get up, his expression was bleak, and wiped the foam on the corner of his mouth without saying a word, like a person who had just been forcibly insulted.

After teaching Ye Xuan a lesson, an idea came from the Mirror of Vientiane. After Ye Xuan sat down cross-legged, an ancient mirror appeared silently in front of him.

Two low-grade spirit stones floated up in the air, rushed into the mirror and disappeared. Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around him fluctuated all towards him.

"Is this to help me improve my strength?" Ye Xuan was delighted. No matter what, he would strengthen himself first. Once he seized the opportunity in the future, he would definitely try to get rid of the control of the stone egg.

The world meridian began to move, and time passed slowly, and Ye Xuan gradually felt a sense of coldness in his body. The originally soft spiritual power in his body became cold and cold, causing a chill all over his body.

"Ice Cold Spiritual Power." Ye Xuan clearly noticed that in the dantian under the lower abdomen, the spiritual energy vortex turned into a light green color, just like a small ice storm.

This cold spiritual power is the spiritual power cultivated by the Wanxiang Sutra. It was not until this time that with the help of Shidan, he truly entered the regular practice of the Wanxiang Sutra.

"Those who practice the Sutra of All Things need to understand the meaning of all things, understand all things, and start by understanding oneself..." In Ye Xuan's mind, the idea of ​​stone eggs came, unable to distinguish between men and women, but people could understand their meaning.

"To understand yourself is to first recognize yourself and examine yourself." Ye Xuan understood this way.

As soon as the thought in his heart appeared, Shidan instantly sent back his affirmative thought. Ye Xuanjing focused his mind and followed Shidan's guidance, his eyes looked at the ancient mirror in front of him.

The ancient mirror did not reflect his current young man's face. The mirror fluctuated, and the scene inside it changed and quickly stabilized.

On the mirror, a young man appeared. The young man was short and gray, and his cold face was expressionless.

The young man's pupils were motionless in his eyes. These eyes seemed to be frozen in his eye sockets, like two pools of stagnant water, unable to slight fluctuations. When he looked at him, people couldn't help but feel as if the whole world was in gloom.

"Is this me in my previous life?" When he saw the white young man in the mirror, Ye Xuan felt a strong sense of dazedness in his heart. He couldn't help but cover his head and recall it, but he never thought of the key.

He seemed to have overlooked a lot of memories of the past and present lives. As for what he had ignored, he could not remember at all.

Two people in their lives, two completely opposite personalities blend together without distinction between you and me. This fusion is like the fusion of ink and wash, which naturally changes him. He is no longer the person in his previous life, nor Ye Xuan in this life. This change makes him unable to detect it himself.

Looking at the Bai Qingman in the mirror, Ye Xuan's eyes became blurred, his head became dizzy, and he sat cross-legged and fell asleep like this.

In a trance, he seemed to have a dream, dreaming of the scenes of his previous life, old buildings, mottled walls, and lime falling off...

On the wall, there were signs of knife chopping and stick smashing everywhere. Parents were plotted against and owed huge gambling debts. The wall was painted with red paint by the debt collector, and red characters were written like blood.

"Repay the debt."

"I won't pay back the money and kill your whole family."

"Go to die."...

The scene turned to the small building, where debris were everywhere, falling lime spilled on the ground, broken glass fragments could be seen everywhere, all the glass windows had been smashed, the water and electricity were cut off, and all the equipment was smashed.

Compared to the outside world where red lights and green lights are spreading, the building is pitch black. Suddenly, a little light appears in the darkness. This dim light is a candle.

Under the candlelight, a young man was sitting, with his head white, sitting quietly under the candlelight without moving.

On the beam behind him, a man and a woman, two middle-aged men hang themselves on the beam, and the two bodies were hanging there, which had been rotten for a long time, and most of their bodies had turned into white bones.

"You said, do those people deserve to die?" Suddenly, the white young man who was sitting still spoke.

This question was like asking yourself or asking others. Under the dim candlelight, a young man appeared not far from Bai Qingneng. The young man had a clear gaze and gentle eyes, and he didn't know how to answer the young man's words.

However, before the young man could reply, Bai Qingnian suddenly smiled, his smile was cruel and ferocious, his pupils seemed to solidify in his eye sockets, an axe appeared in his left hand and a whetstone appeared in his right hand.

The sound of squeaking sounded quietly in the dim room. The white young man was grinding his axe so carefully, one after another, creaking, creaking...

In the hut, in front of the ancient mirror, Ye Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged, closed his eyes, his face sometimes gentle, sometimes hideous and crazy. Just when he was sleeping, the white young man in the ancient mirror did not disappear, but moved expressionlessly.

The next moment, the mirror fluctuated, and the white young man actually walked out of the mirror and stood in the hut. In the youth's seemingly frozen pupils, there was no trace of light, and it was dark.

The white young man's hand was filled with blue light, his five fingers became claws, and he looked like a ferocious ghost hand. He coldly glanced at the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his body turned into a black light, shot out of the hut and disappeared.
Chapter completed!