The literal meaning is more spiritual. The eyes are clear in black and white, and the eyes are clear and profound. There is a strange magic in them, as if they want to attract people's eyes into them.
Wu Quan felt something strange. Last night, he had been bleeding out of his body from time to time. Suddenly, his eyes became as clear and clear as a baby's. He immediately stretched out his hand and placed three fingers on Cao An's pulse.
superior.
"How's it going? Any questions?"
"Sir, there is nothing wrong. Qi and blood are depleted and the pulse is disordered. It is indeed a severely injured pulse. You should take another Xiaoliandan."
Cao An's body has not changed at all since he sat down yesterday, not moving at all, as if he has taken root on the ground.
"In that case, shall I start? I think you are quite anxious."
Wu Quan didn't wait for Wen Ya's answer this time. He took out a small training pill and stuffed it into Cao An's mouth. He put his hands behind his back and said, "We can start."
The photographic stone exuded a faint halo, and Cao An's calm and calm voice came from the cracks in the ground.
In order to better hide their whereabouts, the few of them stopped making fire and relied on swallowing Bigu Pills and simply replenishing water to maintain their body needs. Cao An's lecture lasted from morning to afternoon. After describing the first-level puppet, he entered the second level.
The level, like a timely clock, stopped.
He lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, "Today's time has come."
Wen Ya took away the image stone. Cao An was so cooperative that he couldn't do anything else. Seeing that he had no idea of communication, he patted Wu Quan beside him.
"Keep an eye on him."
Wu Quan looked a little hesitant, but finally followed out.
"Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on him? What are you doing with me?"
"Sir, I'm afraid Cao An won't be able to hold on for long. His pulse is hard, intermittent, and has no energy. It should be a sparrow pecking his pulse. It is one of the dead veins. It will take six or seven days at most."
Wen Ya's face changed slightly, "It's useless to practice alchemy a little bit?"
"It can only be postponed. If you don't use the small pill training, it will probably take three or four days. If you use it, it won't add more than a few days."
"Find a way to protect him for seven days, and give him everything he can use. The higher the level of Yanshi's art, the fewer puppets he will have. At this rate, seven days should be enough for him to finish teaching Yanshi's art."
Wu Quan hesitated slightly, "But, about the skills..."
"Do you think the martial arts hall lacks your skills or does Tingfeng Tower lack your skills?" Wen Ya sneered and said lightly.
It is undeniable that Cao An's skills are indeed weird, but they are only weird. He is unique and has never appeared before in the world. He is systematic and perfect. Even the skills he has demonstrated are enough to support a medium-to-large sect.
The premise is that there are strong enough masters to take charge of the gate. When the time comes, as long as you give him enough time, he will be able to become a major force in the dynasty.
But Wen Ya is right, different paths lead to the same goal, no matter what kind of exercises, they can ultimately achieve the same goal. The martial arts in this world have been accumulated by countless people over the years, from crude to exquisite, from harsh to popular, it has its own characteristics
The context has its foundation. Compared with Cao An's Yanshi Technique, the technique is not that important.
But it’s just that everyone can’t get it.
"My subordinate understands."
Wu Quan returned to the edge of the crack in the ground and looked at Cao An who was sitting quietly inside, just as he looked at Cao An in the same position yesterday.
"Cao An, this is Peiyuan Pill. Just take it. It may have some effect on your injury."
He did not dare to approach Cao An. After speaking, he threw a porcelain bottle directly in front of Cao An. Seeing that Cao An did not move, he still maintained a sitting posture, with his eyes closed tightly, frowning, and said no more.
Time passed day by day in such a strange harmony, and Cao An's body began to emit a strange odor. It was not just the smell of wounds and blood, but was mixed with an indescribable odor. Eight days later, Yan
The puppet stage of master's technique ranges from level one puppet to Qijing Yin Shen.
This completely exceeded Wen Ya's expectation, which meant that the number of puppets corresponding to each level of Cao An's Yanshi Technique was almost the same.
This almost impossible thing happened right in front of me.
On this day, Cao An's story ended as usual, and Wen Ya took back the image stone.
"Cao An, everything you said, I will bring it back to Shendu for verification. If there is any problem, you should know the result very well. Even if you reach the seventh level of Yin Shen realm, the number of puppets is not much less than the first level. Is this true?
The Yanshi Technique?"
Cao An moved his hands slightly, and his smart eyes seemed to be able to illuminate everything.
"Do you think I still care about that now?"
Wen Ya didn't say anything and walked straight out. Wu Quan followed and stopped at the seam on the ground.
Cao An, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed for the past few days, suddenly opened his eyes. For a moment, Wu Quan, who saw Cao An's gaze, even felt that the full moon in the sky was not as cold and bright as the light in Cao An's eyes.
"Coming!"
Wu Quan's face tightened, "What's coming?"
But Cao An didn't answer his words, he just said something in a muttered voice, and then closed his mouth again, with no intention of speaking.
My mind sank into consciousness, feeling the pull between the dark and the dark, giving up all struggles, and letting myself be dragged by the pulling force towards the unknown. It seemed like there were stars in the sky, I had seen the four seasons, seen the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and saw the tall buildings.
Buildings, busy traffic, and the current antique charm of Wufujianghu.
When Cao An came to his senses, he was already on an isolated island filled with purple mist.
Even the surrounding sea water is purple, the clouds and mist are steaming, and a dazzling golden sun hangs in the sky. Being in it does not make people feel hot, but instead gives people a sense of coolness.
'The inner scene is different from that outside the realm of martial arts, and is specifically aimed at the cultivation of the soul!'
Almost as soon as he entered this place, Cao An realized that the place and interior scenes he was in, according to common sense, were only interior scenes for the realm of martial arts, one interior scene per realm.
After understanding where he was, Cao An was startled. He subconsciously thought that he had skipped other interior scenes and went directly to the interior scenes of the Yin and Yang realms. But he soon realized something was wrong.
There are three disasters in the Yin God Realm, so it is unlikely that such an interior scene will occur, and it is even less likely in the Yang God Realm.
The only explanation is that the inner scene is independent of the realm of martial arts.
'Soul, spirit and understanding.'
Feeling the pull of the surrounding energy, the Dao Heart Demonic Planting Technique, the Spiritual Technique of Transforming the Sky and Strike the Earth, Xiao Fulong, and the Art of Controlling Objects are all beginning to get ready. The spiritual platform is clear and bright, the light of wisdom is born, and countless small insights are inspired in the consciousness.
, colliding with each other and creating new sparks, Cao An sat cross-legged.
The various enlightenments came to my mind and were completely internalized as my own. Through several exercises, I deduced them over and over again. In the collision of consciousness and inspiration, new ideas and paths emerged.
People's memories are similar. A certain person may have seen a certain scene at a certain moment and have a certain understanding, but this kind of understanding is only temporary, that is, the understanding of the current scene.
This kind of perception will gradually become blurred, and then completely forgotten. Most of the time, I can never think of it again. Even when the scene reappears, I can't find the original feeling.
I have feelings and understandings, but I cannot make them my own.
The interior of this place gave Cao An an opportunity to reproduce these enlightenments. No, to be precise, it gave Cao An an opportunity to reproduce the enlightenments related to the spirit and soul, and then promote these small insights.
Catalyze more insights, in the interweaving of various insights.
Form a truth that is unique to him.
…
In the abyss of the sky, Wen Ya still failed to avoid everyone, and her position was exposed. However, in just a quarter of an hour, the entire area was surrounded. Seeing that there was nothing she could do, Wen Ya gave up on the martial arts hall and used the skills to
With this advantage, he quietly escaped from the encirclement, used his speed to the extreme, and headed straight for the exit.
In front, a woman dressed in red stood timidly on the chain. The strong wind of the abyss could not blow her clothes, and the iron chain was stepped on by her feet, motionless, as if it was the only thing that was still in the strong wind.
The contradictory feeling between movement and stillness rushed into Wen Ya's heart, and a feeling of nausea and dizziness came over her. Her whole body spun around, and she fell directly from the air, revealing her figure. She stabilized her body crookedly and landed on the ground.
He looked at the wisp of red cloud with a pale face.
"Who are you? I am Tingfenglou Wenya, do you know..."
"Of course I know. It is said that there is a heavenly master in Tingfeng Tower who has practiced the Five Elements Hidden Tracing Technique to a very high level. He is proficient in the art of assassination. Many heavenly and human realms in the world have to be wary of him when they see him. See
It’s you who come.”
Wen Ya swallowed, "Who are you?"
"Princess of the Fire Cloud Fox Clan, Su Jinyao."
"You are no longer in the Heavenly Realm? The ancestral land of your Fire Cloud Fox Clan is so far away from here, why are you here? If you don't want to be an enemy of the imperial court, please give way. I have something urgent to report to the Divine Capital."
After learning that the visitor was from the Fire Cloud Fox Clan, Wen Ya gave up all intention to fight. Su Jinyao's strength was not comparable to that of someone like herself.
Only by moving out of the dynasty behind her, might there be a glimmer of hope. What I hope most right now is that she is not here for Cao An.
But Su Jinyao's next words shattered his thoughts.
"Is Cao An still alive?" Her tone was calm, as if she was asking about a normal thing.
"Still, still alive."
"Hand over your things."
"What?"
Su Jinyao frowned slightly, "Everything you got from Cao An!!"
"When we caught Cao An, he had nothing on him, and he was very stubborn. He was unwilling to say anything. I saw that various forces surrounded the place where Cao An was being interrogated, and then I escaped with the help of invisibility.
of."
"It seems you chose to die with your secret."
"No, no, I really didn't..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt as if his body was suspended by thousands of invisible threads, floating up uncontrollably. As Su Jinyao on the chain opened his fingers, the threads tightened, and in an instant,
Wen Ya's body was torn to pieces, and the blood mist floated into the abyss, where it was completely blown away by the strong wind.
Several image stones and a long sword fell from it...