This year, Wen Yiming has lived a very fulfilling life, and he regards this watery lotus canopy as a friend, confidant, even a relative, and even a lover!

He called it Little Lotus!

He told it all the stories he could, real or imaginary, and he felt it laughing and weeping with him.

In the fourth year, the small lotus pod not only did not grow, but shrunk, but a small lotus leaf spread out from the bottom of the rhizome, holding up the small lotus pod, and becoming more and more crystalline.

There is no wind, but it is like swaying in the wind!

From then on, Wen Yiming found that his dark wound was disappearing, he was not surprised, he was afraid that he would make Xiao Lianpeng wilt because of his recovery, he stayed outside the fence and looked at it worriedly, like dementia.

He was sad, and when his secret wounds were gone, the little lotus peng obviously lost its former brilliance.

The meridians seemed to be recombining, but the little lotus pod showed signs of withering, and he burst into tears.

He has long understood that the little lotus canopy is his hope for survival, this is not a spiritual sustenance, or a pillar, but can really bring him a way to live.

However, two years of companionship, when he was the loneliest and most helpless, it was it that accompanied him through this time, and he will never forget.

He began to tell his own story, from the past life to the present life, from Tongshan Village to the Shuangcheng faction, from the Western Regions to the Northern Frontier.

He did not forget a little bit, as if he had re-experienced it with the little lotus pod, every place, every person, every thing.

He remembered a lot of things he had forgotten, and he remembered people he had been grateful for, but he had done nothing for them.

Yan Tianyan from Baiyang Town escorted her mother away, and Shu Xiaowan had sent her a lot of supplies, and she may have the intention of investing in the future, but she was really helpful to herself.

Many things were re-remembered in his narration, there were joys and tribulations in growing up, and he was inexplicably moved by himself in the confession, until the voice fell, he realized that his life was so short, but incomparably wonderful.

The little lotus grows smaller and smaller in his story, it crumbles, and he bursts into tears.

He once hoped that Little Lotus Peng would accompany him to the end of his life, and then he poured all his energy and love into caring for him, and his mind changed, hoping that Little Lotus Peng could still live well after his death.

And at this moment, he cried silently, Xiao Lianpeng went before him, he was extremely lost and sad, Xiao Lianpeng used his own hard work to feed, and extended his life with his life.

He suddenly understood that by saving others, he was also saving himself.

He felt that his spiritual power and true yuan were slowly recovering, and the selfless mind method was slowly working, and his cultivation was rising in a straight line.

He wailed and cried, opened the fence, and held the silent fall of the lotus canopy on the lotus leaves tightly with both hands.

As he closed his eyes and howled, endless sorrow slipped down his cheeks and turned into a mist that soaked into the withered lotus canopy.

The moment he opened his eyes, the crystal lotus canopy and lotus leaves scattered, becoming a drop of water, which floated into his eyebrows in an instant.

He didn't have time to react, he tried to catch the drop that had been with him for two years, but he felt a sharp sting in his head.

Several awakening holes were thumping, still unable to hold on to consciousness, and he rolled his head in pain on the sand.

He felt a blood-red rush in his mind, as if there was a crazy roar, infinite murderous intent, and as if there was a scream of a book spirit, miserable, but with a stubborn persistence.

The seven nebulae rotated rapidly, swaying into patches of mystical aura, and stubbornly guarding the wall of their minds.

He felt like his mind was on the verge of collapse, and he slammed his head against the ground with a thud.

Suddenly, the water droplets turned into lotus pods appeared in his mind, and the slow rotation released the majestic righteousness of Hongwen Daru, and the endless blood red was fading, slowly absorbed by the water droplets, but it roared even more violently, as if it vibrated out dense runes, making the voice of the book spirit even more painful.

The two nebulae exploded at the same time, turning into two halos and burrowing into the Xiong Long Totem and Bai Ze Totem respectively, relieving Wen Yiming's pain.

The only five nebulae left in his mind were still spinning, and the drops of water were wrapped in blood-colored and blood-red runes, and the sound of the scholar's pain was drowned in them.

Wen Yiming shook his hand and sacrificed the dragon spear, slammed it on his head, and fainted.

In the coma, the blood line in the center of his eyebrows rose high and became thicker, gradually forming blood droplets like flames.

Half a day later, he was stimulated by the severe pain again to wake up, picked up the dragon lance and ran wildly, and couldn't help but take a swift wind step under his feet, I don't know how long he ran, he saw the white shadow in front of him, and he swayed in the rush, it was his own tent.

His mind felt like it was going to explode, and he threw himself on the ground again and fainted.

And his cultivation at this moment has risen to the middle of the third layer of military generals, and the spiritual power of the true yuan has been restored, and even his beard has turned black.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by the sudden wind and sand in the gray space, and his mind was still in pain, as if a tornado with a knife appeared in front of him.

He was at a loss for what to do, and a voice appeared in his mind that surprised him.

"Burst out with all your might, put away the dragon lance, quick!"

It's the spirit of the book!

He didn't hesitate, after the dragon and tiger forbade the wrath, the battle howls and sacrifices were blessed, and the wind salons in all directions swept in, and he was involved in the group with his head in his arms.

Wen Yiming felt like he was being Ling Chi, shuttling and rolling in the wind salon.

In an instant, the wind and sand dissipated, and he slammed to the ground, just a fiery red in front of his eyes, and he fainted in the blood spraying wildly.

When he woke up, he looked around, surrounded by a sea of fire, the sound of magma gurgling, he was on a strangely shaped lava, he could feel the scorching air around him, even if he was wearing the Xuanwu inner armor immune to fire, his beard hair had long since disappeared, and even his eyebrow bones were bare.

And the phaseless Kira, who had been wearing it on his head, was unharmed.

"Boss, you slept for a month, you really can!"

Shuling's voice sounded in his head, making him have mixed feelings, after four years, finally someone can talk to him.

He didn't want to speak at the moment, he accompanied him through the most tormented little lotus canopy to give himself a new life, the book spirit can speak, and he can also call himself the boss, it is obvious that the water droplets that the little lotus pod turned into are the heroic tears in the transmission.

He had thought of this in his third year, but he had never thought of fusing it, let alone not knowing the method, and even if he knew, he would not want to.

His mind was clear, so that in the last year there was no more calling, except for the occasional cry in his sleep.

No one can understand the pain of being alone for four whole years and missing their loved ones immensely, without the slightest taste of being helpless and waiting for death, and it is not enough to understand it unless you feel it yourself.

No one can understand that he not only wants to save the book spirit, but also wants to keep the inner strife and contradiction of Xiao Lianpeng.

It's like saying that a wife and mother can only save one of them if they fall into the water.

In the loneliness, he had the idea of sacrificing his life for the first time, and at that moment, he really felt that his whole soul was transforming.