It was as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, which was causing pain and made him unable to speak.
Seeing his expression, Yan Yuexi understood and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what's the matter, are you not happy to be guessed about the central issue?"
The female cultivator looked like she was watching the fun and walked around him.
"You are a dignified god-transformation monk, but you feel inferior because of your age? My little nephew is really amazing. He can charm you like this at such a young age. Not bad, not bad. He has the style of our heavenly doctor."
Yan Yuexi turned around and sat on the rocking chair under the tree, crossing her legs and relaxing, "But there is another characteristic of our sect."
"Either the love road is bumpy and the road is smooth. Or there is no love at all and the road is... extremely smooth hahahahahaha."
"For example, my junior brother Jiang Liuliu was also a big lover back then. When he was traveling, he fell in love with a sword cultivator from Wenjian Mountain. When he proposed to marry him, it was so tragic... He was so tortured by a group of sword cultivators that he almost lost weight and lost his appearance."
Yan Yuexi's tone was brisk, and now that she met a stranger who was chatting with an old friend, she seemed to want to say all the things she hadn't said in a hundred years.
"I am the person who has no love at all. If I hadn't accidentally fallen into a demon and was caught and imprisoned, I would have ascended to the fairy ladder in the daytime, and how could I have had the chance to live like this?
You didn’t go to the upper world until next year?”
She pressed her fingertips, and a rocking chair of the same style appeared next to the rocking chair, only the size was a bit larger.
"Come sit here." She patted the chair, and then a table appeared between the two of them, with a pot of wine and several plates of melon seeds, peanuts and edamame on it.
"Let's talk carefully. You can't go down to the seventh floor anyway. You can only wait for my nephew to work his way up to the eighth floor."
Fang Zhe had some doubts in his heart, but had no intention of taking action. He sat obediently next to the self-proclaimed junior medical cultivator.
"Why do you say I can't get down to the seventh floor?"
He believed in his own cultivation, so his original plan was to fight all the way. When he met the little doctor Xiu Zai, he was carrying her out of the ninth floor again.
Yan Yuexi used an illusion to transform her "face" into that of a delicate-looking woman, and then looked at him with a half-smile.
"Because the seventh floor..."
…
Jiang Suzheng vigorously patted the ball of demonic energy in front of him, "Hey, Liu Buyin? Are you still alive? Why aren't you talking? What is this third floor? How can I get out if you don't tell me?"
"Liu Buyin! Liu Buyin!"
No one responded.
"What... I thought he was such a powerful person, but he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word when he reached the third floor."
Jiang Su randomly squeezed the demonic energy ball and stuffed it into his sleeve, holding a blind stick in his hand and walking by feeling.
This third floor gave her a strange feeling. No matter how she spoke, she couldn't hear an echo, but the surrounding atmosphere gave her a feeling... that this was an empty place.
It's like... there are no walls to enclose it, and there is no heaven and earth.
Jiang Su walked boredly. She had nothing to fear. The absence of anything else meant that there was nothingness here, just like her current sea of consciousness.
"Wait...it's the same as the sea of consciousness..."
Jiang Su sat cross-legged on the ground, pulling out the two blades of the blind cane just in case, and holding them tightly in his left and right hands.
She controlled her consciousness and returned to the sea of consciousness.
The sea of consciousness is originally nothingness like the universe. It is because of the monk's own conception that different scenes appear vividly in the sea of consciousness.
The girl in the sea of consciousness opened her eyes. She abandoned the original bookshelf and cobblestone floor, turning everything into the most primitive form of nothingness.
At the right time, she finally saw an unusual sight.
In the void, a man in black was staring at herself.
"What's this……"
The man in black who existed in her sea of consciousness had his face covered with black cloth, and not an inch of skin on his body was exposed.
Jiang Su couldn't see his eyes, and could almost see the black cloth behind him from his face. She said he was staring at her... because Jiang Su felt his gaze.
She tried to pull up his clothes again, and found that the clothes could move, but his figure was void and formless.
"What is this, a spirit made of black cloth? Things in the Demon Realm look like humans but are not human."
"..."
"Girl, please don't take off your clothes. It's really unseemly to be disheveled."
Suddenly there was a voice in front of me.
Jiang Su's hand movements paused. Although he was surprised, he didn't have too many other reactions.
"Oh, then I'll change it."
She pulled the black cloth on his face instead. The black cloth was supposed to be hung behind a person's head and tied up. Now Jiang Ci only pulled it down to see if this thing had a face.
"Girl, stop it, I don't have a physical body, I'm a ghost cultivator."
"..."
"Ghost cultivator?!"
When Jiang Su was a child, she once forced Jiang Shuihui to tell her bedtime stories because she had heard about the existence of this thing. In other words, her father told her bedtime ghost stories.
The existence of ghost cultivators is different from that of other cultivators. They died as mortals, were guided by the opportunities of heaven and earth, and practiced special techniques to preserve their mental memories. They did not need to reincarnate, they could enjoy immortality, and they could ascend after fighting.
Immortal.
However, because humans cannot see ghosts, and even those who become monks cannot see them, the existence of ghost cultivators has always been controversial in the world of cultivation.
Some people say that ghost cultivation is the remaining spiritual consciousness of monks.
To make them believe that mortals can practice cultivation is to throw their faith and dignity to the ground.
"There are ghost cultivators imprisoned in the black tower of Zhenmo Temple? Are those monks collecting real-life figurines of the monks? Isn't it different if I climb up each floor?" Jiang Su-nian muttered to himself.
She separated a ray of consciousness and controlled her body to insert the two blades together again. Facing something that could not be touched or seen like a ghost cultivator, physical attacks would be useless.
"What is the real-life figure?" The man in black robes closest to Jiang Su flew to her side and spoke very familiarly.
Jiang Su only knew that his sea of consciousness could fabricate scenes from the outside world, but he had never thought that guests could come to his sea of consciousness.
There was no light in her eyes, but she squinted slightly and looked very alert.
"That is to say, the monks of the Demon-Suppressing Temple, according to the eighteen-story tower, put monks with different practices on each floor, which is called collecting real figures."
"Why do you appear in my sea of consciousness?"
The black robe flew around Jiang Su's image in the sea of consciousness several times, and replied obediently: "We ghost cultivators practice in the sea of consciousness. However, I am not in your sea of consciousness."
"This level of the black tower is my sea of consciousness. As for you thinking that my appearance in your sea of consciousness must be related to the technique you practice."
"If you choose to close your eyes with your physical body, you can naturally see your soul with your spiritual consciousness open. So you only saw me through your own sea of consciousness, not that I entered your sea of consciousness."
