The picture is very simple, an old man in a long robe with wide sleeves, lying on his side on a rock, sleeping soundly.

In terms of style, this is very much in line with the characteristics of the paintings of wealthy idlers. After all, the rich and noble have no worries about food and clothing, so there is nothing to pursue. I have nothing to do every day, and I sleep until I wake up naturally, which is very leisurely and comfortable.

This state of life is indeed very suitable for pictures.

However, what Qi Xiang pays most attention to is not the idea of the picture, but the vague atmosphere of the picture. He hung the picture and looked at it very intently.

focused on looking at it for a long time, but Qi Xiang didn't gain anything. If it weren't for the obscure atmosphere, which had always remained on the scroll, he would probably have thought that this was just an ordinary picture, and there was no mystery.

Qi Xiang groaned, summoned the tortoise shell with his hand, and then cautiously approached the scroll.

…… There was no movement.

There was no reaction......

This greatly surprised Qi Xiang, this killer weapon was useless, which naturally made him frown.

"Could it be that something is wrong?" Qi Xiang frowned and pondered: "Not really." ”

Qi Xiang tossed and turned, puzzled. Time passed, and before you knew it, it was evening. The sky is dark, the lights of thousands of homes and the bright stars are shining, and the scenery is very gorgeous.

Qi Xiang was also tired, so he took a incense pill, rubbed it vigorously into a slender thread, and then lit it.

After a while, a wisp of light smoke filled the room, and the aroma spread through the room. Qi Xiang slept in clothes, smelling the elegant and fresh aroma, and soon felt a heavy sleepiness coming.

Under the effect of the aroma, Qi Xiang seemed to be asleep, in a trance, and in a daze.

It is worth mentioning that he spent probably an afternoon studying the pictures, so that the images of the pictures have been deeply preserved in his memory.

So when he was sleeping, Qi Xiang subconsciously studied the old man in the picture and rested on the bed with his wrist.

The posture of the two can be called the synchronization of gods, exactly the same, with both form and spirit.

Wisps of smoke, meandering, twisting, swirling, and ever-changing, wandering through the room, easily blending into the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The smoke is invisible, and the aroma is qualitative. You can't see it, you can't touch it, but you can smell it.

The fragrance is tranquil, and it has the effect of purifying the mind and calming the soul and purifying the air.

Qi Xiang fell asleep, very sweet. The room is very quiet, and the night breeze blows and becomes very soft. In this extremely quiet environment, the sound of his breathing is also extraordinarily clear.

Exhale, inhale, breathe.

At the beginning, there was still a bit of disorder, but after a long time, it gradually became a little regular.

It's not so much a pattern as a resonance. If Qi Xiang was still awake, he would definitely find that his breathing rate was in agreement with the obscure breath on the picture, echoing it from afar.

At this moment, an invisible and qualitative aura suddenly spread and shrouded the scroll. The wisps of fireworks, as if they were being pulled by some kind of force, quickly gathered and formed a sea of fog.

The thick smoke, shrouded in that aura, easily seeped into Qi Xiang's pores and drilled into his body.

In an instant, Qi Xiang felt something, and suddenly "opened" his eyes.

Qi Xiang "woke up", but was shocked to find that the scene in front of him had changed greatly. Instead of lying in bed, I came to an open place. The surroundings were cloudy and foggy, and there was confusion.

Next to itself, on the side is a large rock.

He was now lying on his side on the stone, sleeping on his wrist inexplicably.

"What's going on?"

Qi Xiang was a little frightened, and hurriedly jumped up. However, he found that his body seemed to be weak, and he immediately flew into the air, like a feather, leisurely.

Such a state naturally made him scramble for a while, struggling with his hands and feet.

Unexpectedly, with a wave of his arm and a kick on the soles of his feet, he flew up. It's like swimming in the water, and with the help of the water, it immediately escapes out of the range of smoke.

Away from the shroud of smoke, there is an incomparably wide world outside.

At this moment, the familiar environment came into view again. The room is still the same room, and the cabinets, tables and chairs have not changed in the slightest.

However, on the bamboo bed, Qi Xiang saw himself.

To be precise, it was as if he had flown to the roof, suspended in the air, but saw his own body.

He could see very clearly that he was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his face a little pale, his breathing was intermittent, as if he were asleep.

The question is, it is yourself in the bed, so who is the other self in the air?

"What's going on?"

Qi Xiang was stunned, feeling that his brain was confused, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

At this moment, a light breeze blew outside the window, and the curtain moved slightly. The night breeze was very soft, but at this moment, Qi Xiang felt a chill and biting cold, as if he was in the ice and snow, freezing him.

It stands to reason that the night breeze should be very soft, like a sharp steel knife, but it is like a young grass that has just sprouted. The wind knife blows, the grass stalks break, and the pain is unbearable.

What's worse is that not only does it hurt, but it also feels like it's suffocating.

It was as if he had fallen into an unfathomable sea, surrounded by waves and endless water. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't surface to breathe.

The body froze, and was swept to the bottom of the sea, and the oxygen was depleted little by little.

At this moment, Qi Xiang also knew that his current situation was very dangerous, and he wanted to save himself but couldn't do anything. He kept swimming, but he felt weak, lighter and lighter......

In an instant, Qi Xiang suddenly realized that he seemed to be a soul out of a shell.

It was indeed himself who was lying on the bed. However, it was just his own **, and his soul was floating in the air, as if his soul was about to be scattered, and he would never be destroyed.

"Back to the body......"

Qi Xiang knew that this was the only way to survive. At the moment, he adjusted his direction and threw himself desperately towards his body.

However, the roof and bed, which seem to be only two or three meters high, seem to be an insurmountable moat. No matter how Qi Xiang fluttered and swam, it couldn't shorten the distance by a minute.

On the contrary, due to his violent movements, his soul was more dilute and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

"Can't give up ......"

Life and death were at stake, but Qi Xiang, who had had a similar experience, burned, his belief became more and more firm, and then he was like a moth to a fire, trying his last bit of strength to crash into his body.

"Boom!"

Caught off guard, a thunderclap sounded, and I saw a ray of light blooming, and a brilliant starlight filled the entire space and dispelled the cold breath.

All of a sudden, the whole room was filled with warmth, as comfortable as spring.

The warm breath flowed, and Qi Xiang's soul that was about to dissipate suddenly stabilized again. Before he could figure out how to speed up, he was enveloped in a brilliant starlight and swept into a strange place.

The sky is spinning, and the light is shining.

Qi Xiang was calm, and after seeing the surrounding scene clearly, he was inevitably shocked. He seemed to have come to the starry sky of the universe, surrounded by a sea of stars, a sea of stars.

The stars are dotted, endless, twinkle and twinkle, and the light and death are impermanent.

Qi Xiang took a closer look, but found that every star was not static, but constantly moving. Each star rotates over and over again according to a certain regular orbital trace.

The immeasurable traces of orbit are intertwined, outlining a mysterious, magnificent star map.

Under this vast starry sky, Qi Xiang felt that he was very small, so insignificant, not even a speck of cosmic dust.

When he was amazed, Qi Xiang's mind was also immersed in this starry sky. Faintly, in a trance, he felt as if he had turned into a star, moving along the mysterious starry sky......

Circle by circle, each time he runs, he has a very full feeling, as if mixed thoughts have been baptized, slowly becoming crystal pure.

"Bang!"

Qi Xiang was enjoying it, but suddenly, something seemed to be shattered, and the brilliant starry sky was distorted, and it was like fireworks disillusioned and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, Qi Xiang glanced around and was shocked to find that he was living high in the sky, with rolling high-rise buildings at his feet, and the entire city in full view.

Rows of street lamps illuminate the city, orange lights, very warm.

The night was quiet, and most of the residents had rested. There are also some people who don't sleep, or are busy, or are eating, drinking, and having fun, all kinds of things.

At this moment, Qi Xiang felt as if he was a god, high up in the sky, looking down on all beings. The whole city is like a huge sand table, and he has the perspective of God, his eyes are like torches, and he can see everything.

However, this kind of arrogant mentality did not last long.

A breeze came, and Qi Xiang felt a chill. In an instant, his face changed, and then he was blessed with a heart, and he threw himself directly towards the brightest and warmest place in the city.

This flutter was instantaneous, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to the familiar room and saw the body on the bed.

Qi Xiang no longer hesitated, and lay down lightly......

Possessed by the soul, Qi Xiang sat up suddenly, moved his hands and feet, touched his face and patted his legs, that kind of blood and qi blended, breathing air, all the scenes had a tangible and qualitative feeling, absolutely could not be faked.

"I'm finally alive." Qi Xiang let out a sigh, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly reached into his pocket and touched it.

He frowned suddenly, and his fingers trembled slightly, before he could be regarded as pulling something out.

It was a handful of sand......

Qi Xiang knew that this was the star sand, the star sand brought out in the cave world. But by this time, the star sand had broken into slag, and the bright stars had disappeared and become dim.

The star sand was broken, and Qi Xiang's mood was a little complicated, full of gratitude. His soul is out of the shell, if it weren't for Xingsha's life, I'm afraid he would have been completely finished.

"But then again, how can a soul suddenly leave the body for no reason?" Qi Xiang pondered for a moment, and his eyes fell on the scroll hanging next to him......

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