Who is it?

Zhou Yan turned his head sharply and saw the man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was a man in a crisp suit and shiny leather shoes. The slightly chubby body propped up the shirt full, a Chinese face, sparse hair on the top of the head, and no beard on the face. I don't know why, this man looks inexplicably clean, not the cleanliness of clothes, but an inner cleanliness that is revealed in his bones and even in his bone marrow.

"Hello uncle, I'm Zhou Yan." Whether it is from the grandmother or from the upbringing of the mothers in the orphanage, Zhou Yan has these basic politenesses.

The man nodded, which was regarded as a return salute, and then approached Zhou Yan, stretched out his right hand in a friendly manner, and said with a smile: "Hello Zhou Yan, my name is Wei Lai, seeing that I am a lot older, you can also add me Uncle Wei." ”

Zhou Yan responded softly: "Okay, Uncle Wei." ”

Hearing Zhou Yan's words about Uncle Wei, the smile on Wei Lai's face became even brighter, turned the doorknob, and said again: "What's the matter, Zhou Yan." What's the matter? ”

Zhou Yan didn't understand what Uncle Wei Lai, who suddenly appeared and then stood in front of the door first, meant, but out of politeness, he still answered Wei Lai's question seriously: "I just have a feeling that someone in the house is calling me ......"

Saying this, if it had been put in the past, I am afraid that even Zhou Yan himself would have found it hard to believe, but now that he has experienced so many things, he has somewhat adapted to it.

"Oh?" Wei Lai is about forty years old, not how young he is, and a bright smile is called the smile lines on his face, "Then let's go in." ”

The wooden door was pushed open, and Zhou Yan also saw the scene in the room.

It was just a small room similar to the room Zhou Yan had been in before. Very simple décor, very simple furniture, even a small wooden bed can be seen.

There was a man who slept peacefully on the bed.

Just by looking at it, Zhou Yan's eyes turned red.

"Teacher Zhang......"

That's right, it is not someone else who is lying quietly on the bed at this moment, it is Zhou Yan's primary school class teacher, and he is also Zhou Yan's aunt, Jiang Guangnai's wife, Zhang Zhixin!

Teacher Zhang...... Did you call me? Zhou Yan walked slowly to the bed softly, and when he saw Zhang Zhixin's sickly but infinitely peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't help but murmur, "Teacher Zhang......"

"Child, don't cry, your teacher is fine." Wei Lai comforted.

Zhou Yan felt a little irrepressible sadness, and even choked up in his voice: "Uncle Weilai, what's wrong with Teacher Zhang?" ”

Wei Lai did not answer Zhou Yan's question head-on, but asked Zhou Yan instead: "Zhou Yan, let me ask you, how many parts do you think a person can be divided into?" ”

"Huh?" Zhou Yan asked Wei Lai this question a little confused, although he was sad in his heart, he couldn't ignore Wei Lai, thought for a while, and said uncertainly, "Is it the head, the body, and the limbs?" ”

Wei Lai shook his head with a smile and said, "No, think about it again." ”

Zhou Yan thought about it again and said, "Is it the skin, muscles, internal organs, and bones? ”

"No, no." Wei Lai took Zhou Yan away from the bedside, came to a low table, took it on white paper, took out a pen from his arms, and drew three concentric circles on the paper.

"People can be divided into three parts." Wei Lai's pen tip dotted on the outermost circle, "The first is what you said, these body tissues on the outside, we collectively call the body. ”

Long Feifeng danced and wrote the word "body" on the outer circle, and moved the tip of the pen to the second circle.

"Then there's the human mind, the human emotion, and that's the mental part, which is the soul!"

The word "soul" is written on the second circle, and the tip of the pen is moved further into the third and final circle.

"The last, innermost, and at the same time the most mysterious, is the Spirit! In many cases the spirit and the soul are juxtaposed, but here we separate them. Wei Lai put down the pen and looked at Zhang Zhixin who was lying peacefully on the bed, "Look at Zhang Zhixin now, her physical functions have not been damaged in the slightest, and in the same way, there is no problem with her spirit and thoughts." Her problem is in the Spirit! ”

"Do you know why you're getting here?" Wei looked at Zhou Yan and said with a smile, "Because of Zhang Zhixin's spirit, part of it is on you!" ”

The news of "what ......" is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for Zhou Yan.

Wei Lai's eyes were full of complicated expressions: "Don't talk about you about this kind of thing, even I, even those seniors, have never experienced it." But according to Jiang Guangnai and Yang Zisang's description of that day, this is the only conclusion we can draw. ”

"So, now, let's go into her spiritual consciousness and have a look!" Before Zhou Yan could react, he saw that Wei Lai's big hand had already stretched out towards him.

That's a big hand, this is clearly a sea tide!

The next moment, Zhou Yan was swept away!

When Zhou Yan opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the small room at the moment.

Where are you now?

It is an endless sandy beach, and beyond the beach is a vast expanse of the sea. The sea breeze blows, rolling up snow-white waves, and the waves roll and emit the beautiful song of the sea.

On the edge of Zhou Yan, there is a green mountain on the coast, there are mountain springs gushing, there are streams murmuring, and there are countless hanging waterfalls hanging down from the cliff wall, and the sound of water roars. And in the mountains, there is even a mighty river, rushing into the sea, magnificent!

There are springs in the mountains, the springs converge into streams, the streams fall into waterfalls, the waterfalls become rivers, the rivers roll, and the east enters the ocean!

There are springs, streams, waterfalls, rivers and seas, and it is a world of water!

And what is really shocking is that in the center of the sea, a column of water comes out of the bottom of the sea and falls from the zenith, which is a column of water, standing on the ground and reaching the sky!

"Zhou Yan, this is my spiritual world!"

The water column roared, like the surging sea, like the agitation of a waterfall, like the murmuring of a stream, and like a ring!

The voice swirled in the wind, and finally reached Zhou Yan's ears.

This is, Uncle Weilai's voice?

"Zhou Yan, don't be afraid, this is the deepest soul I just told you about in human beings, that is, my spiritual world. We can refine our spiritual consciousness in various ways, so as to expand our spiritual world and thus gain some abilities. As you can see, my power is water! ”

The world of spiritual knowledge?

Zhou Yan inexplicably remembered his previous experience, could it be that he was in the spiritual world?

"Zhou Yan ......" didn't give Zhou Yan a space to think, and the water column that stood on the ground and the sky made a sound again, "Now you will use my spiritual world as a medium to enter Zhang Zhixin's spiritual world!" ”

"Me?" Zhou Yan was shocked, "I don't know anything, why me?" ”

"Really? Don't underestimate yourself, look at what you have in your own hands? ”

Zhou Yan lowered his head violently, but found that a slender unsheathed long knife appeared in his right hand at some point.

There are mountains and rivers on the knife, and there is a seal inscription at the intersection of the knife body and the handle - 殇!

It's not a book, it's not a sword, it's a knife!

Today, the long knife is in hand, and the demons should be worried!

"Great goodness! It's a long-lost sword ability! ”

A strong wind blew and blew in the sea for a day and a night, and it seemed like an instant, and the churning sea was divided into two halves!

Zhou Yan was still a little hesitant, but when the handle of the knife in his right hand came from the burst of heat, his steps became firm!

On the other side of the mountain is the sea, but what is on the other side of the sea?

Tell me to take a look!