Chapter 489: There are purple clothes by the pool, and there are dragons under the pool
Moonlight night.
The wilderness under the mountains is vast and boundless.
Looking around, there are thousands of tent lights.
It was late at night and most of the lights were out.
The few remaining tents with lights are scattered like stars falling from the sky in the wasteland under the Moon Festival Mountain tonight.
In the camp, the crackle of fire burning wood, the clash of armors of patrolling soldiers, and the faint sound of cucurbit silk coming from someone somewhere broke the silence of the wasteland that had been silent for thousands of years in the past.
In the southwest corner of the camp, inside a large tent.
At this time, there was a slender figure sitting witheredly, and there was a bright lamp in front of him, which only lit up the tent.
The figure of the young Confucian scholar in front of the lamp is reflected on the felt wall behind.
His thin face looked focused and determined against the candlelight.
At this moment, he was staring at the bright light without saying a word.
His eyes were unblinking, as if... he was in a trance.
"I said, come on, do we need to make it so gloomy?"
At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar could not bear it anymore and complained.
"Oh, Mr. Zhao feels deserted and lonely. Well, let's call Zhao Qian'er and Su Qingdai to practice together. For Mr. Zhao, aren't they just a matter of waving his hand and happily joining each other?"
Following the old rules, Sword Spirit sincerely praised Zhao Rong, and then sighed:
"Hey, there are no desks here tonight. Mr. Zhao can't give full play to his strengths and teach them."
Speaking of this, Gui sounded very regretful.
Someone: “………”
"Ahem, don't talk about what you have and what you don't have. Let's hurry up and finally persuade Qianer to sleep with Qingdai tonight."
Zhao Rong coughed a few times, waited for the candlelight in front of him, and said seriously.
Gui revealed the truth mercilessly, "Are they really asleep? If you don't listen to me and light the lamp too brightly, the two little girls will most likely come back secretly to test Mr. Zhao Da after they see it.
profound knowledge.”
The young Confucian scholar looked relaxed and took a slight breath.
Give full play to your strengths? Deep knowledge?
Hiss, why does it feel like Gui is getting more and more filthy... Or should I say, it's me who is filthy? He just listens to the wind and it rains... He thought with a guilty conscience.
"Okay, if the atmosphere is gloomy, just be gloomy. Let's start practicing quickly."
Zhao Rong looked straight and urged in his heart.
"Don't be anxious yet. You can close the door tightly and don't let them walk in."
Guiyu said worriedly.
"…………"
Zhao Rong's face was slightly red, he got up and went to check and close the door again. He only had to put up a sign at the door saying "Qian'er and Qingdai are not allowed to enter".
He returned and sat upright.
"Come back, I have already understood my heart and my nature as you said. Can you teach me the mysterious skills from outside the world?"
Gui did not answer Zhao Rong's words, but said directly: "Where is the Zhengguan Well water you brought, take it out first."
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, took out three bamboo slips from his sleeves, and placed them in front of him one by one.
The sword spirit was quiet for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Oh, you asked me for this extra-terrestrial technique, but haven't you already seen this technique?"
"I saw it? Where is it?"
Zhao Rong held his sleeves and looked at the darkrooms on the left and right.
The sword spirit said leisurely: "It's in your heart lake."
Zhao Rong was stunned.
"Close your eyes."
The sound of returning suddenly rang in my ears.
He closed his eyes in response.
The next second, there was no wind in the tent, and the candle in front of the young scholar suddenly went out.
Darkness.
The dark room is silent.
With his eyes closed, Zhao Rong felt the rotation. Although he did not open his eyes, he felt that the surrounding space seemed to be turned upside down.
He was confused at the moment, but he didn't bother the sword spirit for the time being.
After waiting quietly for a moment, the voice of returning came leisurely.
"Why are you still closing your eyes? Open your eyes."
Zhao Rong suddenly froze at this moment and forgot to complain, because with his eyes closed, he felt that his feet were stepping on a soft place, like...grass?
In his ears, in addition to the voice of a certain sword spirit, he also heard the crisp sound of a lark.
There seems to be a faint sound of children playing in the distance, and the sound of reading loudly...
Zhao Rong also felt the breeze blowing on his face and smelled the delicious fragrance of flowers.
The young Confucian scholar quietly raised his eyelids. After opening his eyes, he saw a paradise-like scene.
He was standing in a meadow among flowers.
It's a sunny day overhead.
There is green grass underfoot.
There is a bright spring scenery in front of me.
A gentle breeze came slowly, blowing Zhao Rong's white Confucian shirt and black hair at his temples.
The fragrance of flowers is warm, the earth is gentle, and the sun is kind.
Just like April in the world.
"This...where is this?"
Zhao Rong was stunned and looked around.
There seemed to be a vast flat lake not far away, and the grassland beside the lake where he was located was also very large.
"This is the inner lake within your ajna chakra."
After a pause, he explained again.
"Well, in fact, the scenes in the inner lake are ever-changing, but I used a little magic to make it concrete so that you can see it. Well, you can regard these scenes as some of the scenes deep in your inner lake.
A true projection of memories and thoughts.”
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound of children's laughter came from.
There are swings reverberating under the trees there, there are some familiar figures of young children, and their familiar childish voices...
"Memory projection..."
Gui's voice came again, "Well, you can interpret it however you want. You can treat it as a dream state. You just need to stay awake and realize that these are illusions. Don't try to understand and investigate, otherwise you will easily fall into illusion and confusion.
Suspect……"
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded.
As if on a spring outing, I admired the distant scenery.
Then he looked around and saw no one nearby.
Ergui's voice sounded like someone talking beside him, very close.
Just don't know where it is.
Zhao Rong touched his chin.
By the way, isn't Gui the sword spirit? It is in the state of a soul. I remember it was said before that it was in his ajna chakra, so can it be seen now? Well, is it possible that Gui is an invisible soul currently, floating around him?
The young Confucian scholar suddenly made a strange move.
He stretched his hand forward, and then... took in the air around him.
Just like playing blindfolded and hide-and-seek as a child.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Gui Jing said silently.
Zhao Rong smiled brightly, "Um, are you here?"
"Go away! If you dare to touch it later, I will throw you into the lake and feed it to the evil dragons!"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
He sighed: "Is it necessary to be so outgoing? Who of us is following whom? At least we have to pat the shoulders and shake hands... So, you mean you are here too? Ahem, where are you?
Here, let me be healthy..."
Zhao Rong blinked and looked around.
Gui Bu said angrily: "Get out!"
"It's all here..."
Zhao Rong touched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Ahem, why does it feel a bit like a netizen's face? It's a strange sense of sight."
"What kind of netizen is gay?"
"Ahem, it's okay. Well, netizens who can meet gay friends are a very good friendship."
"..."
Sword Spirit was dubious.
Although it didn't quite understand what Zhao Rong meant, there were some strange words coming out of his mouth, and eight out of ten of them made it think it was inappropriate.
The remaining two... I thought, 'How dare he?' 'He really dares'... These words are the same as Mr. Zhao, and should not appear in this world.
Therefore, the term "netizen face" is probably not a good word.
"Oh, seriously."
A certain sword spirit sounded very disbelieving.
"Why are you lying to me? Well, netizens generally have to bring some gifts when they meet. Forget about razors and other controlled knives. Well, do you bring any gifts for meeting?"
Zhao Rong rubbed his hands.
"Haha." The sword spirit curled its lips and sneered, paused, then narrowed its eyes and said, "Does it count to give you a pool of evil dragons?"
"…………"
Zhao Rong shook his head and smiled, and found a pavilion by the lake in the distance. There seemed to be someone vaguely inside the pavilion.
He turned and walked in that direction.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong stopped and saw a lake in front of him and a pavilion by the lake.
Standing quietly in the pavilion is a man dressed in purple, holding his hands behind his back.
Turn your back to him.
Under this body dressed in purple.
There is a lake with dragons.
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PS: Ahem, brothers, refresh at three o'clock in the morning...