After a few days, Qinglian seemed to be a little more radiant, more elegant, more glorious, and graceful. It made people feel amazing at a glance, as if she was a banished person who fell into the world of mortals www
Qinglian didn't notice her changes, but Yi Shuihan looked into her eyes. She was shocked by Qinglian's changes. She became more and more beautiful, her eyes were affectionate, and she spoke with a smile. She became more beautiful, as if she suddenly turned into a woman.
Mature handsome man.
But she always felt something strange, and she couldn't tell what was strange. He had never practiced before. He changed from eating once every few days to once every two days. Could it be the effect of these elixirs?
"Qinglian, has your telepathy improved?" Yi Shuihan asked. Qinglian had changed from the depression of a few days ago, and her face was radiant and beautiful.
"No, it has weakened." Thinking of this, Qinglian frowned slightly and felt a little annoyed. If he continued like this, he was afraid that all his previous cultivation would be in vain.[
Yi Shuihan looked at Qinglian, and she finally understood what had changed in Qinglian. Qinglian had learned to frown and become distressed, her expressions became richer, and her mood swings became more severe.
Yi Shuihan was depressed. Qinglian had become more beautiful, so why did her mental power only decrease but not increase? She didn't know anything about these mysterious things, so she couldn't help even if she wanted to.
Qinglian shook her head in distress, went into the room and took out the sixth brocade bag from the cabinet. Every time a calamity passed, the brocade silk in the brocade bag would disappear automatically.
When he opened the sixth brocade bag, he saw that the brocade silk was still lying quietly. Why couldn't he survive the final calamity? Could it be that he understood it wrong?
He took out the brocade and read it carefully several times. He did follow the instructions above. What went wrong?
I couldn't think of a reason why. When I put the brocade silk back into the brocade bag, I paused and took it out again.
There seemed to be something about to come out. He didn't dare to open it and take a look. He didn't dare to move the brocade silk. His heart suddenly tightened and his face had never been more complicated.
Just now he vaguely saw that there were words on the reverse side of the brocade silk, but he did not dare to turn the brocade silk over and read it.
"Qinglian, what's wrong with you?" Yi Shuihan saw his solemn expression as soon as he entered the room and asked worriedly.
"No, it's okay." Qinglian quickly hid the brocade silk in her sleeves and smiled at Yi Shuihan.
Yi Shuihan glanced at him suspiciously. Qinglian also knew how to hide things. If it had been before, even if there were unspeakable reasons, he would have said that he couldn't tell you.
"Shuihan, I have to practice today." Qinglian glanced at Yi Shuihan with twinkling eyes, and then hurriedly walked out of the door, her steps a little hurried.
Before Yi Shuihan had time to speak, Qinglian's figure had disappeared. Qinglian was a person who couldn't hide her thoughts, so he must be hiding something.
The wind is still howling outside, the snow is flying, and the air is freezing.
Qinglian kept walking to the top of the peak. He even forgot to use telekinesis or Qinggong to climb up, and just climbed step by step like an ordinary person.
The cold wind mixed with snow hit his face, which was originally painful, but he didn't feel a trace, only the panic in his heart kept spreading, spreading to his whole body.
After stumbling and falling several times, he never reached the top of the mountain. He was tired, so he sat down next to a big rock.
Holding a piece of brocade silk tightly in the palm of his hand, he struggled in his heart for thousands of times. Sooner or later, he would have to know. Maybe it would solve the mystery of his declining telepathy, or maybe it would be a way to help him improve his cultivation to a higher level.
With thousands of good ideas in my mind, I mustered up my courage and slowly unfolded the brocade silk and turned it over.[
A line of extremely clear small words came into her eyes, and Qinglian froze. He didn't. He had always had no desires and no demands. How could it be possible?
In the calamity of love, one thought becomes a Buddha and another thought becomes a devil.
Love calamity, one thought to become a Buddha and another to become a devil, Qinglian kept thinking about this sentence, letting the wind and snow cover him up.