It is said that the weather in Conghai City in October is a bit like that of a child, which is not false at all.

The sky was still clear during the day, but as soon as the sun set on the mountain, the drizzle had already fallen. It is precisely because of this continuous drizzle that the whole body and even the state of mind of Idiom Fan have cooled down a lot. Of course, including the mood and mood that were a little irritable from being "baked" by the sun, they were also completely brisk and cooled.

This timely drizzle, in the opinion of Idiom Fan, it is estimated that God is helping him, helping him calm down his mood and mood.

He is well aware that mood and mood are linked. There is a difference between recovering from the previous state of mind and breaking through the state of state of forgetfulness. So, he needs to be himself before he begins, and the whole soul is to reach a new height, a new level.

Although, this new height and new level are not very demanding. But at least, it's a must.

The drizzle outside the window, like a silky drizzle, fell from the sky above the city, the raindrops were so small, and the rain curtain was so dense, which seemed to pave the city with white sand like cicada wings.

And faintly, with the help of this continuous drizzle, Fan surprisingly and quickly entered the state of forgetfulness.

The so-called state of mind of forgetting nothingness, if it is literally speaking, seems to be the state of mind of forgetting the realm. This is not the case. Forgetting the realm is just a very mysterious realm, I think it is the extremely mysterious feeling when the idiom Fan opens up a new realm with the help of the soul suppression mystic method.

Because that feeling cannot be expressed with the body, let alone words. If you really want to explain this mysterious and wonderful feeling, you can only feel it yourself.

"Do you believe it?" Suddenly, the moment Cheng Yufan opened his eyes, everything he saw in front of him was completely different, he was still sitting cross-legged at the head of his bed, but now he was standing in a place that could not be described in words.

"Do you believe it? the rain is alive!" the voice sounded again, and it seemed that the voice was softer than before, more delicate, more intoxicating, and even more intoxicating. That Buddha is like a natural sound, and it can't even be described as a natural sound.

Yes, the sound of heaven. It's so soft, it's so fine, it's so intoxicating, it's so intoxicating.

"Who?" the idiom Fan didn't say much, but he could hear it clearly around him. Moreover, there was no rain around, but the sound of the drizzle could be heard.

After asking for a long time, there was no answer, and Idiom Fan didn't move a step, just stood there, just stood there. At this moment, Idiom Fan's mood is particularly comfortable, not to mention his mood. At this moment, all the worries in my heart, all the sorrows in my heart, all the sorrows in my heart, are all gone at this moment.

Did you enter that realm?

Suddenly, idiom Fan thought of something, and even felt something. However, even so, Idiom Fan did not dare to make conclusions.

"Indeed, this is similar to the last time when the Forgetless Mind Ascension was raised, but there are also differences!" Idiom Fan dragged his chin and pondered.

"Do you know," the voice sounded again, as the idiom Fan pondered, and the voice that could no longer be described by the word "heavenly sound" sounded, "at night, whenever I stretch out lonely and mystical in the night, they always have to jump to the window to accompany me, and every time before they come, I have a sense!"

They?

Listening to that voice, Fan was like a goddess. And that goddess-like voice reminded him of the goddess in his heart, Sister Lingyu.

"Who are they, how do they know about loneliness?" asked Idiom Fan, expecting the voice to answer, not expecting the voice to answer, which seemed paradoxical. But despite the contradictions, Idiom Fan still asked.

"Because they are affectionate, because they are rain, since they have souls, they are even more affectionate, don't you say?"

Surprised, stunned, shocked.

I thought it was still a "short question", but I didn't expect that voice to answer, and it answered so quickly!

But in the blink of an eye, Idiom Fan came to another place. And this place, too familiar, too familiar to be more familiar. Isn't it in front of my own window here, isn't it my own window, but just now it was still a white place, and I didn't see the raindrops but heard the raindrops.

It seemed that something in the depths of his soul touched the idiom Fan walked towards the window, walked to the window and sat down.

The moment he sat on the edge of the window, a gentle breeze quietly blew on the cheeks of Idiom Fan. At that moment, the thoughts of Fan flew far, far away, so far that he almost seemed to be about to touch himself.

"Old man Ge, isn't your precious apprentice a little too ......" A voice fell into the ears of Old Man Ge, who was sitting in the special conference room of the second special department of the soul suppression.

"It turned out to be you, Houtu Niangniang, where is this, I can only say that this kid is lucky today!" At this moment, Old Man Ge really had nothing to say. Even he didn't expect that this precious apprentice would make a breakthrough during this period.

Perhaps this continuous drizzle is the key to Idiom Fan's breakthrough, and it is this continuous drizzle that makes Idiom Fan's state of mind reach a certain height. Otherwise, I am afraid that there will be no breakthrough. However, that is only a breakthrough, and it is unknown whether it will be able to successfully break through at that time.

It's just that, there is one thing, Old Man Ge knows very well, even if he does not succeed in breaking through. Then the idiom Fan will not only continue to consolidate the power of the thirty percent of the state of mind forgotten realm named by the baby apprentice, but also maybe one-third, oh maybe half a foot or not, and will step into the power of the state of forgetfulness and forgetfulness about forty percent.

Cheng Yufan didn't know that his every move now was watched by his hands-off master and Houtu Niangniang, who was in charge of the land in the world.

You must know that his every move is becoming more and more liked by the earth lady. If it weren't for Old Man Ge's quick move, when Idiom Fan's parents "left", it was not impossible that Idiom Fan's master would be Hou Tu Niangniang.

Sitting by the window, Fan seemed to hear them mentioned in the voice from the depths of his soul, and seemed to feel them.

"Listen!" the voice continued, "here they are, and my wandering thoughts have carried them here, and have carried them back!"

"Listen," continued the voice, "they miss me so much that they don't have time to jump off the cart of thought, so they sing at me, oh no, they should be hugging us!"

The idiom Fan who closed his eyes listened to the sound of the heavens, like the voice of a goddess. And his soul seems to see it.

Yes, they came, they came, they really came, they really came towards him and her.

In the depths of their souls, the deepest and deepest places, Fan Qing clearly felt that they were wearing crystal coats and dancing for him and her in the dark night. Twinkle and twinkle, shine and shine, sometimes like a dance team composed of fireflies, sometimes become naughty little meteors, smiling and smiling across the sky, but not willing to leave a trace behind.

However, in the heart of Idiom Fan, in the depths of Idiom Fan's soul, it is not that they are reluctant to leave a trace of anything, but that they leave behind that wisp of fantasy!

For a long time, I don't know how long it took, but they seemed to start to rise gradually. Is it because I'm tired of dancing?

"They want you to hug them!" the voice sounded in the ears of the idiom Fan again, echoing in his ears.

"Yes, do you want me to hug them?" Thinking about this, he asked himself, and the idiom Fan also subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Gently, carefully, Idiom Fan stretched out his hand, for fear that one would accidentally hurt them.

"Horn!"

An elf-quirky little guy just fell into the palm of the idiom Fan, tickling. She winked mischievously at me, and was sometimes very shy.

Perhaps, isn't it too late, it's too late to play, and he has to go back to rest. Just like that, she quietly slipped away from the palm of the idiom Fan. It's just that when she left, she only took away the part of the body that belonged to her, and the other part of the body was injected into the palm of Idiom Fan and into Idiom Fan's heart. Or, why does the idiom Fan feel so sweet and sweet in his heart!

All night, I was moved by their tenderness. Even if it is a dark night, it is a dark night, and it seems extraordinarily gentle and quiet. Putting the Buddha, the idiom Fan slept in the hammock woven by the warm night and the soft rain, and continued to dream with the fish in a shiny white......

Minute by minute and every second kept passing.

The second hand ticked and ticked round and turned, and the minute hand also took his steps under the rotation of the second hand round and round, and the hour hand was driven by the minute hand, slowly selling in advance.

The night rain outside was still falling, and it seemed to be exactly the same as what Idiom Fan felt in the depths of his soul at this moment. Is it the idiom Fan that sets off the night rain or the night rain sets off the idiom Fan?

It's just that it doesn't matter who sets off anyone at this moment.

With the help of this continuous night rain, Idiom Fan is already miraculously breaking through to forty percent of his strength. Although, only forty percent of the forgetful state of mind, but it is enough for the idiom Fan to squander. The breakthrough of the state of mind is far higher than the breakthrough of the realm of strength.

There are even some people whose strength realm has reached a very high height, but often the strength of the state of mind is very weak. This is also why, once some people with high strength are defeated, their strength is defeated, and the spirit of the whole person is even more defeated.

The improvement of the state of mind has a direct impact on the spirit. And the improvement of spirit is closely related to strength. The stronger the spirit, the better the chance of getting out of the predicament when encountered. In other words, in the case of nine deaths and one life at the same time, perhaps the slightest chance of life for people with a strong state of mind is very clear, while for people with a weak state of mind, that trace of life is vague.

The rain continued to rain until the second half of the night. Even though it's the middle of the night, the neon lights are still flashing outside, even on a rainy night.

"Yuhua, huh?"

Consciousness is restored, or it is said that it is possible to return to reality from the realm of the mysterious.

"So this is Yuhua!"

Slowly opened his eyes, the foggy rainy night was lined with clearly visible rain. At this moment, the idiom Fan has been completely able to see the slightest rain curtain in the dark and rainy night, densely packed, so beautiful, so quiet.

Not far away, there is a small pond in the apartment villa. In the calm pond in the rainy night, the splashing rain flowers are so quiet and dazzling.

"This is Yuhua!"

Idiom Fan closed his eyes again, but this time he closed his eyes very differently from the previous ones. The change of mood, the ascension of the mood has been completed in that shining white dream. Now, he wants to take advantage of this elevated state of mind to feel the night rain well.

It's raining, it's still raining, it's still foggy, and everything seems to be the same. It's just that there is a slight difference that the rainbow in the depths of Fan's soul has gradually emerged......