Lorraine Hill was sitting by the window sill, with his hands on the table and his chin resting on his arms, looking at the falling raindrops from the sky. The thin raindrops fell on the stone slabs, causing splashes of water.
The sky outside the window is not too bright, but it is not too dark either. Occasionally, some raindrops blow into the room along with the wind, sprinkle on the lacquer surface of the table, and fall on the girl's exposed arms, bringing a refreshing touch.
The sound of running water came from the yard under the attic. The clear rainwater flowed on the stone slabs, gathered in the drainage ditches on both sides of the yard, and then rushed toward the exit of the wall carrying fallen leaves.
Lorraine Hill did not practice or read today. This is not because he has been tired recently, nor is he bored, but he simply wants to rest.
The white and slender fingers moved across the window sill, making Lorraine Hill feel a cool moistness. The moist dewdrops on the windowsill gathered together under the sliding of the fingers, forming a larger dewdrop, and then an irregular small one.
Block of water.
Ordinary things made her feel a touch of happiness in her heart. Then she leaned her head on her arm and watched the dewdrops on her fingertips collide with each other and gather together.
The water dew gathered at the fingertips and grew larger, then rolled down the window sill and fell onto the courtyard stone slab below. Together with many water droplets, it splashed into small puddles, and then mixed with the clear rainwater and flowed into the distance.
There was nothing on his mind, just listening to the sound of rainwater flowing made people feel a light sense of peace.
In fact, for many ordinary people, life does not have such dramatic ups and downs, but more real and ordinary daily life.
Everyone spends this familiar time slowly, and occasionally finds one or two sparkling stones on the roadside. This is the little joy in life.
The tinkling sound of raindrops still came from the tiles on the eaves, and then flowed down the grooves, forming small raindrops that shrank and fell into the fresh rain wind.
In the room in the attic, Lorraine Hill leaned on the table and took a quiet nap. Occasionally, one or two drops of water fell on the back of the snow-white hands, and then slipped down between the fingers, forming a small bridge between the tabletop and the fingertips, moistening
And cool.
On the wooden frame in the room, two birds were leaning against each other, with their feet curled up in their feathers, resting quietly. They only occasionally moved their beaks and blinked a few times, as if they were dreaming of something delicious.
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After choosing the sequence of practice, Lorraine Hill also gradually entered a stable life schedule. On weekdays, he attended classes according to the arrangements within the faction. After class, he practiced with several other familiar companions in the open space of the tree.
Occasionally, I listen to some gossip and talk about interesting things that happened to some disciples recently.
In the eyes of many people, the Undead Sequence is a sequence that does not do good deeds. This is because practitioners in the past liked to dig graves and manipulate corpses in order to pursue speed and strength, and this indeed made it difficult for many ordinary people to do so.
accept.
However, with recent practice, in the girl's view, this sequence is not all bad.
When you judge whether something is alive, you have to look at whether it will die.
Stone cannot die, so it cannot be called life.
So what exactly is life depends on what the standard of death is.
Just because the body is alive, can it be called life? Maybe not. For some intelligent creatures, it also depends on whether the spirit is alive.
The concept of spiritual death may be a little unfamiliar, but there is a saying that many people have heard of, that is, "There is no greater sorrow than death."
The human spirit is not infinitely strong, it can also be injured. These injuries come from suppression, bullying, oppression, frame-up, despair, etc.
When the scars are shallow, the spirit can slowly heal itself over time, forget about it, and return to its original state.
But when the injury is deep and touches the root, it may leave a shadow or become a lifelong pain that cannot be let go.
And when the scars continue to accumulate, have nowhere to release, and finally become overwhelming, it will cause collapse and lead people to a dark end. At this time, it may be called spiritual death.
Contrary to the angel sequence, which symbolizes stability, protection, and healing, the necromantic sequence explores the process of withering, the formation of spiritual and soul trauma, and the final destination and end of life.
The transformation of corpses is just a small branch of it, but this branch has developed so well that it obscures several other aspects.
The first thing to solve the problem is to recognize the existence of the problem, otherwise nothing will happen.
As Lorraine Hill's understanding and practice of the undead sequence deepened, she gradually discovered the little secrets in herself.
My soul is not different from that of ordinary people. After waking up from her sleep one day, the girl sat on the bedside and thought about it.
She looked at her hair, and the ends seemed to be dyed with a light silver color, scattered on her white nightgown.
The souls of ordinary people are like fragile clouds. If they are impacted by violent extraordinary force, they will dissipate, causing amnesia or death.
Extraordinary people will be much tougher, like a sponge, with a certain degree of toughness and close connections, which can resist some damage.
And her soul is like clear jelly, or like transparent wind, connecting at will, spreading apart at will, and then coming back together again, as if it is not affected by the impact.
Spreading his palms on the soft quilt, Lorraine Hill looked at his palms. Translucent light particles floated in his palms, gathering like clouds, forming small waves with transparent gradients, and then dissipated in the breeze. Then these semi-transparent light particles dissipated in the breeze.
The transparent particles aggregate together to form a transparent gem like glass, which refracts sunlight and casts a gradient spectrum of colors on the quilt.
Is this the power of the undead sequence? It's really magical. It's like an extension of the soul, allowing people to see another brand new world.
Lorraine Hill slowly realized the magic power in the palm of his hand. It seemed to incorporate some of the characteristics of his own soul, and was different from other sequences of magic power.
Waving his fingers gently, these transparent water mist light particles also swayed, turning into a picture scroll in front of him. The picture scroll depicts a night with fireworks blooming. It was the winter festival party of Emenas. He and several
Familiar friends sat together and watched the bright moon and starry sky.
Letis, Bumansha, Alena, Niya, Eidolon, Vimiya, Lily, all the familiar figures were beside her, laughing and chatting happily, talking about recent interesting and happy things.
I miss those people a little bit, Lorraine Hill whispered in his heart.
Then the picture changed again, and a sleeping girl appeared in the scroll.
She has long hair, the color of which is as crimson as flames, scattered around her sides and between her collarbones. When she opens her eyes, her eyes reveal an expression of innocence and dependence.
Where did Keti go? The girl recalled the sceneries in her memory. Unfortunately, as far as she could recall, Keti seemed to be still sleeping in the college.
There is no need to worry about this silly guy, she is a Sequence 9 Flame Witch, much stronger than herself.
Shaking his head to cheer himself up, and shaking his hair in front of him, Lorraine Hill walked off the bed, opened the closet next to him, and looked for the clothes he wanted to wear today.
Now that I have been promoted to Necromancer Sequence 3, it is time to ask about the follow-up training books.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Lorraine Hill looked at the shiny bronze mirror, rolled up her long hair on the back of her head, tied it with the light blue ribbon given to her by Leifelica, tied it into a simple bow, and then tied her hair Put it down and land on your beautiful waist.
Today she was wearing a blue and black dress. The main body was a quiet black, while the sleeves, skirt, and waist straps were a soothing soft blue.
Roulan: It refers to ‘ruanlan’ and ‘nuolan’. The stems and leaves of Polygonum indica are used as dyeing materials. The result of dipping and rubbing is “ruanlan”.
(The mountains are turning blue in the light rain.——Huang Tingjian's "One of the Five Songs of Kuaige with Li Caifu's Ancestors")
Within the Xiangyu sect, there are also disciples who wear Western-style dresses, which is not uncommon, but it is rarer to find someone who is as well-fitting as Lorraine Hill. And this dress was also sewn by herself in her spare time.
Thanks to Lefelica's teachings, Lorraine Hill learned to dye, so that he could make clothes that fit his own taste better.
He stood up, put himself back on his body, looked in the mirror again, and after finishing doing the cleaning, Lorraine Hill walked downstairs.
Today she was going to see Uncle Lianyin to inquire about the follow-up classics and matters.