"Looking at flowers in the mist, the mist is not mist, and the flowers are not flowers. When I see mist in my dream, it is flowers but not mist. When we dream, we swallow flowers. It is mist, not flowers. We swallow mist, but we cannot swallow flowers."
In the midst of manic thunder and lightning, Su Qi, Bingyu, Tie Zhui, and Musheng walked on the road with treacherous waves and clouds and wind leaking from all sides.
"Xiao Su, Xiao Su!"
Su Qi was hit in the nose by an apple, which caused a nosebleed from the pain.
"You were too careless and fell asleep under the apple tree."
Su Qi wiped away the nosebleed and looked at the person who came, wondering: "Brother Yu, what are you dressed like this?"
Bingyu circled around Su Qi twice, and the cool wind blew from the groom's red wedding dress.
Su Qi rubbed his eyebrows, and a mess of memories emerged: "I remembered that there are a lot of people aged fourteen or fifteen with children in the village. The pig butcher at the east end of the village, Brother Tie, is one year younger than you.
Other people’s children are already fishing in the water, but you are not married yet at the age of 18, which is really too much.”
Bingyu scratched his head and said with a smile: "Originally, I planned to wait until you had a child before I got married, but the family was in a hurry and the matchmaker found someone suitable. After meeting, both parties agreed that they were suitable.
Isn’t it possible? It’s not as difficult as I thought.”
Su Qi rubbed the center of his brows again, nodded and said: "When it comes to living a good life, of course the most important thing is to be suitable. If you think about things all day long, you will achieve nothing. By the way, how does my sister-in-law compare with 'her'?"
Bingyu said strangely: "She? You are talking about the younger siblings, right? The younger siblings are naturally beautiful and fragrant, and the best in the world. I just wanted to find someone who is the same as my younger siblings, but I ended up wasting it for several years. Eh? Xiao Su, you are so stupid.
Why do you keep rubbing your head when you reach your nose?"
Su Qi shook his head: "I don't know why, my heart is very confused, and some thoughts can't be gathered together."
Bingyu didn't understand. He suddenly stretched his neck and looked into the distance. He stood on tiptoe and waved and shouted: "Brothers and sisters! Over here! Xiao Su is lazy here."
Su Qi was startled and immediately looked back.
Under the apple tree, a fifteen-year-old boy with a nosebleed looked at his wife. The leaves were flying, magpies and crows were singing together. Su Qi's face immediately turned dull: "Are you sure 'she' is my wife?"
Bingyu nodded: "Xiao Su, I won't cause any trouble in your affairs. Remember to come to my house for dinner tonight and don't be late."
Su Qi smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, this is just a dream. If it were true, I would die, right?"
In the distance, a woman with disheveled hair was walking towards here holding a knife. The wind was blowing her hair, and black blood began to ooze under her stunning beauty.
"The beacon fire is lonely and brave, and the bloody battle is fought. The mountains and rivers are fighting for the dust of the ages. I will keep the discipline of killing all the souls. The sun and the moon will change the sky."
Su Qi mobilized his blood energy to activate the blood abyss, transformed himself into a three-year-old demon boy, and tore apart this illusion. A Wu Guo heart was then formed, echoing the Wu Guo sword body.
Immediately afterwards, in the thunder and lightning, he saw three more illusions that were continuously extending, seeming to cover the future.
"It is worthy of being an Immortal Emperor-level Thunder Nightmare. Even the remaining inner demon tribulation can be so terrifying."
The three-year-old demon boy dodged the lightning and rushed into Musheng's illusion.
In the deep dungeon, fresh blood flowed from various instruments of torture. Su Qi, who was dressed in black, showed unconcealed malice and a weird smile on his lips. When he looked at Mu Sheng, who was tied up with a black chain, he couldn't bear to
He couldn't help but sneer: "You still have a fluke mentality. The purpose of becoming a teacher has always been your divine body and has never changed. You should also understand in your heart that there is no love or hatred for no reason in this world."
"Admit it, when I do something for you that exceeds your expectations, you already have doubts."
Mu Sheng was already covered in bruises, but he still glared at Su Qi in black and said stubbornly: "Fake, how can you understand the greatness of Master? You are only worthy of staying in the shadow of my consciousness and barking."
"Haha...Hahahaha, have you finally admitted that I am your idea? So, is everything I do now the truth you least want to face?"
Musheng remained silent and stopped talking. He could not deny that he had doubted the master in his heart, but that was at the very beginning.
As the master taught and followed him, he gradually understood that only those who practice the trinity of spirit, mind, and body can see the farthest road.
Just as Su Qi in black was about to torture Musheng, he was stepped on by a three-year-old child and turned into nothingness.
"Since you know it's fake, why don't you resist!"
Su Qi glanced at the layout of the dungeon, then tore apart the illusion and headed towards Bingyu.
Musheng was left looking at the cracks that were gradually recovering with a horrified look on his face.
A smile finally appeared on his face.
The black chain shattered, and an evil sword fell into Musheng's hands.
At this time, another Su Qi in black appeared, but as soon as he entered the dungeon, he was beheaded with a sword.
"It's all your fault, you fakers. Master must be very disappointed in me. You all deserve to die!"
After Su Qi entered Bingyu's illusion, what he saw was Bingyu holding a kitchen knife with blood dripping on it.
When he looked back at Su Qi, the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Master, I didn't kill them, so why are they still asking for their lives? Go away and don't come here!"
"That's enough! Bingyu, open your eyes and see, is there anyone around you?"
Su Qi jumped up and slapped Bingyu awake. He looked around blankly. There was no more than half a person in the empty Yemeng Village.
What he held in his hand was no longer a kitchen knife, but the Buxia sword that accompanied him.
"My master has never beaten you. This is the first time, but it is best and the last time!"
The three-year-old child turned around and tore apart the illusion and flew towards the illusion of the hammer.
Bingyu touched the burning pain on his face and gritted his teeth: "Asshole! A group of non-existent guys actually let me be beaten by the master. You should all be completely wiped out!"
People who died tragically appeared one after another in Yemeng Village, but Bingyu was no longer afraid, and instead rushed towards them, the Buxia sword in his hand flashing with an icy cold light.
A smile appeared on Su Qi's lips, he tore apart the illusion of the iron hammer and walked in. In fact, both Bingyu and Musheng did a good job.
Even under the cruel torture of being imprisoned, Musheng still maintained his rational thinking and judgment. This in itself is the greatest contempt for the illusion.
If he could persevere, he could survive the illusion with his own will, but he would not be able to reach the height of condensing the Immaculate Heart.
Bingyu is similar. Although he is in an illusion, he can still stand on the shallowest illusion and look at the deep illusion. This is a good method. It can not only temper the mind but also temper the courage. Unfortunately, it cannot condense the pure heart.
Amidst the joyous sound of playing and playing, the grown-up Hammer was getting married with two grooms wearing red headscarves.
A three-year-old child stood blankly in the crowd, witnessing the marriage of a couple.
Su Qi originally thought that Iron Hammer's illusion would also be dangerous and dangerous, but he didn't expect that they would actually get married.
Su Qi held his chin in thought: "The process is very clear and there is no big problem. The only problem is this red hijab."
"The red hijab is a fig leaf. Don't open it if you want to make a wedding."
Along with the songs that came from nowhere, the two grooms also lifted their red headscarves.
Su Qi looked at the grown-up Bingyu and himself and fell into silence. This chapter has been completed!