Under the night, the bamboo house originally bathed in the darkness gave off a faint glow.
Water vapor surrounded the bamboo house, and for just a moment, a thin layer of ice emerged on the surface of the bamboo house.
In the void, Huo Qilin stood still. Sensing the changes in the aura in the air, Huo Qilin lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the bamboo house with condensed ice below, and murmured softly: "Finally, the black ice aura has been introduced."
Come out!"
In the bamboo house, Ye Shaohan and Lin Zhiyun were surrounded by a blue mist, and the spiritual energy in the void rushed towards them crazily.
Ye Shaohan subconsciously activated the Xuan Bing Jue, and the Xuan Bing aura rushed toward Ye Shaohan crazily.
The silver flame emerged in Ye Shaohan's body in vain, and then circulated in Ye Shaohan's body, swallowing up the Xuanbing spiritual energy from time to time. At the same time, the silver flame gradually changed.
This silver flame actually swallowed Xuan Bing's spiritual energy, thus causing evolution.
Ye Shaohan's originally broken meridians also recovered in an unreasonable way. For a while, Ye Shaohan's originally weak vitality gradually improved.
Feeling Ye Shaohan's growing vitality, Huo Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, tapped his fingertips, and a ray of red light disappeared into the bamboo house.
"Now that the Xuanbing spiritual energy has been elicited, the next step is to refine it. I hope that through this refining, the shortcomings of the Xuanbing spiritual energy and the incompleteness of the water attribute bloodline can be completely solved!" Fire Qilin said softly.
It stands to reason that Ye Shaohan's understanding of the sword's intention is enough for him to break through the Ling Sect.
However, Ye Shaohan has always been stuck in the fake spirit sect realm. After several days of observation, Huo Qilin also discovered the reason.
As the saying goes, success is caused by Xuan Bing and failure is caused by Xuan Bing. After all, the water bloodline is caused by the Xuan Bing aura, and is not essentially Ye Shaohan's bloodline.
If Ye Shaohan completely refined the black ice spiritual energy, then the black ice spiritual energy would have just formed the water attribute bloodline in Ye Shaohan's body.
"Boy, the key to this breakthrough depends on yourself!" Huo Qilin raised his head and stared at the starry sky and said calmly: "Inject some Xuanbing spiritual energy to refine it and turn it into your own water attribute bloodline, then the bottleneck of your physical fitness will naturally collapse!"
The sound of ### was accompanied by the sound of gasping, and for a moment, the entire bamboo house was covered with a layer of frost.
His blood flowed crazily in his blood vessels, and instantly, a small amount of Xuanbing spiritual energy appeared in Ye Shaohan's blood vessels.
It stands to reason that the terrifying low temperature of this black ice aura is enough to kill these blood cells instantly, but the blood cells divide crazily, and finally the blood cells and the black ice aura are combined together.
At the same time, the Xuan Bing Jue was running crazily, and more and more Xuan Bing spiritual energy was refined into spiritual energy and flowed in Ye Shaohan's body.
The earth-fire spirit liquid accumulated in the body was also stimulated by J, and turned into that terrifying energy again, flowing in the meridians.
The broken meridians gradually improved under the influence of this energy and Xuanbing spiritual energy.
This is a gorgeous transformation, a transformation from cocoon to butterfly.
At this moment, the gasping sounds in the bamboo house gradually disappeared. Lin Zhiyun, who had lost the Xuanbing aura, looked extremely weak and her face was extremely pale.
When she saw Ye Shaohan's improved expression, Lin Zhiyun just breathed a sigh of relief. Her face was still crimson, and the vitality was draining from Lin Zhiyun's body. Coupled with exhaustion, Lin Zhiyun fell into a drowsy sleep.
Silver flames burst out and circulated strangely on Ye Shaohan's body.
Lin Zhiyun, who was hugging Ye Shaohan tightly, was bounced away by the silver flames. The silver flames were like water, covering Ye Shaohan's whole body.
At this moment, a strange scene appeared. Ye Shaohan's skin covered with sword marks was now covered with cracks, like a broken porcelain doll, and his flesh, blood and blood vessels could be seen.
However, at this moment, a thin blue mist covered these flesh and blood vessels.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan's skin layer covered with sword marks gradually fell off, and his white and tender baby-like skin reappeared on Ye Shaohan's body.
Whether it was Xuanbing spiritual energy or terrifying energy, under the operation of Xuanbing Jue, they turned into the purest spiritual energy and flowed in Ye Shaohan's body.
But now this spiritual energy is a bit weird. It is not the green dragon spiritual energy, the red bird spiritual energy, or the black ice spiritual energy, but the white spiritual energy.
This spiritual energy finally merged into the strange spiritual crystal in Ye Shaohan's dantian.
This is a transformation, a transformation in the long night, until the first ray of dawn falls between heaven and earth, this transformation will not end.
The vitality brought by the morning sun blows in the face with the summer wind, and its weak sunlight shines through the bamboo window into the empty bamboo house.
The two naked bodies hugged each other like two fishes in a dry pool.
The weak sunlight fell on Lin Zhiyun's pale face, and she opened her eyes with difficulty. Yesterday's crazy scene was constantly replayed in front of Lin Zhiyun's eyes, and a trace of crimson color emerged.
She stood up with difficulty, but before she could stand firm, a wave of dizziness swept over her. Lin Zhiyun looked so weak at this moment.
Looking at that face so peaceful under the sun, a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Zhiyun's mouth.
As always, Lin Zhiyun cleaned up Ye Shaohan's body. When she caught a glimpse of the residual red on the ground, a sense of happiness floated on Lin Zhiyun's face.
Can Hong falls to the ground and expresses her love. I wonder if Liu Shui cares? Lin Zhiyun doesn't know, but she doesn't want to pursue the so-called answer. She knows that her time is limited. Now, what she wants to do most is to stand quietly and look at Ye Shaohan.
, and then slowly lost consciousness.
Still wearing a white dress, Lin Zhiyun stood in front of Ye Shaohan rather reluctantly.
At this moment, Su Feixuan also walked in holding the piano, and nodded slightly towards where Lin Zhiyun was!
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun responded and smiled gracefully, her smile as usual.
Putting the guqin on the bamboo table, he looked at Ye Shaohan, as if saying: "Senior sister, go and rest first, teacher, let me take care of you!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun shook her head slightly and said, "No, let me take another look at the teacher!"
Lin Zhiyun didn't dare to leave because she didn't know when she would close her eyes. She hoped that when she lost consciousness, this peaceful face would stay in her mind.
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The afterglow of the setting sun can always arouse people's imagination.
The gentle and gentle sound of the piano floated on the rocks, and the two figures were pulled together by the afterglow, and their shadows gradually overlapped.
The breeze blew over the rocks, also blowing up the white dress like snow.
The flowing water hit a pair of legs that were as translucent as stone, and Lin Zhiyun always had a faint smile on her face.
Next to Lin Zhiyun sat Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan was already asleep, but his expression had improved a lot.
Ye Shaohan was lying peacefully on the rocks. The spiritual energy around him gathered towards Ye Shaohan and gathered around Ye Shaohan.
The afterglow of the evening moon fell on Ye Shaohan, and a little halo circulated around Ye Shaohan's body.
A certain kind of transformation has already evolved in Ye Shaohan. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's temperament seems to be very pure, not as sharp as in the past.
Fidgeting with her dress, Lin Zhiyun's eyes moved softly over Ye Shaohan, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
A book fell next to Lin Zhiyun, which was covered with writings.
"Teacher, which one do you think is more attractive, the sunset or the rising sun?" Lin Zhiyun murmured softly.
The vitality of the rising sun and the late sunset always outline people's hearts. Lin Zhiyun's face was very pale under the setting sun.
Lin Zhiyun knew that like the late sunset, she would eventually set behind the horizon.
Holding the pen, Lin Zhiyun gently sketched on the paper. After a few moments, a picture scroll emerged.
Looking at Ye Shaohan in the scroll and Ye Shaohan in front of her, Lin Zhiyun narrowed her eyes into a line.
Happiness is sometimes very simple. Being able to look at you so peacefully is a kind of happiness.
The breeze blew, and the drawings in Lin Zhiyun's hands flew, and the scrolls were blown all over the floor.
There were even a few that fell into the running water and gradually disappeared.
Instead of cleaning up the messy drawing paper, Lin Zhiyun stared at Ye Shaohan's face in trance, her thoughts seeming to have flown to the past.
The scenes of getting along with Ye Shaohan in the past replayed in Lin Zhiyun's eyes, the joy of succeeding in practicing for the first time, the joy of touching the piano for the first time, and the Tang poetry and Song lyrics mentioned by the teacher.
"The golden harp has fifty strings for no reason. Each string and one column reflects the past." Lin Zhiyun took off the guqin behind her and placed it in front of her. She gently plucked the silver strings and said softly: "Teacher, over the past few months, Zhiyun has been
Yun's piano skills have improved a lot, although not as good as those of junior sister!"
The clear and sweet girl's voice accompanied the low and clear sound of the piano, and Lin Zhiyun's hands were also playing on the strings.
The sound of the piano is very melodious. As Lin Zhiyun said, although her piano sound is not as good as Su Feixuan's, it expresses another style.
Unknowingly, Lin Zhiyun had put her own emotions into the sound of the piano, the kind of wandering girl struggling between her lover and worldly concepts.
It wasn't until night fell quietly that Lin Zhiyun stopped playing the piano and stood up. Lin Zhiyun supported Ye Shaohan and walked into the bamboo house.
The two figures under the starry sky looked so weak, as if they could be blown down by the wind at any time.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the darkness, Huo Qilin's figure emerged from the void and sighed slightly: "Xuanbing bloodline!"
Day by day, Ye Shaohan never woke up, but Lin Zhiyun became thinner day by day, and she was thinner than Huanghua.
The flying long hair still couldn't cover Lin Zhiyun's ethereal temperament, but her pale face actually added a little pity.
As always, Lin Zhiyun was still waving the ink pen in her hand, but her thoughts were carried to the sky by the wind.
"From now on, if Zhiyun is not around, you will be fine!" Lin Zhiyun murmured softly. At this moment, the figure of Fire Qilin also appeared next to Lin Zhiyun.
"If prosperity passes, it will eventually be swallowed up by the night. You should have a good rest!" Fire Qilin rarely said.
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyun raised her head and looked at Huo Qilin, with a smile at the corner of her mouth. She turned around, looked at Ye Shaohan with soft eyes, and said softly: "I dare not close my eyes, because I don't know if I can still be there tomorrow after closing my eyes."