Hui An lost in this bet, although he was calm on the surface, but obviously couldn't hide a trace of loneliness and decadence.

He flew to a quiet place to meditate, but this time it was not long, because he quickly figured out that although his help was not much in the world, it was at least reducing people's suffering.

Then, he realized that there was another problem, and at the beginning of the bet with me, he had already begun to calculate the gains and losses, and he suspected that it was influenced by me, so he looked at me in disbelief.

I think his imminent practice is to get past my misdirection and not be swayed by my thoughts.

Actually, why am I not influenced by his theory? Otherwise, I would not be so calm in the face of Hongjin's choice.

The jury is still out on who is right and who is wrong.

However, if he loses, he loses, and he recited the Heart Sutra 20 times as agreed, and he wanted to promise me a request that was not too excessive.

I don't seem to have anything I want from him, Hui An has no distractions and is too honest, what I want to learn or ask for advice, he will tell me as much as he can, and I really don't want anything for a while.

I thought about it and hoped that he would make it my home in the 21st century in this environment. He hasn't seen it, and no matter how I paint it, he can't become what I want.

Strange, the last time I met two little demons in the East Ri Kingdom, I clearly saw my home in the illusion. Hui An said that it was an illusion created by the pupil technique, controlling the other party's brain through his eyes, so that the other party's eyes appeared the picture he wanted, but the person who performed the spell did not necessarily know what he saw.

He said that if he wants to understand the other party's intentions, there is another kind of Yuan Shen Shelling Technique, which allows his Yuan Shen to invade the other party's body, detect the other party's divine consciousness, and even control the other party, but it is more dangerous for the person who performs the spell, because the body loses the control of the Yuan Shen and becomes an empty shell, which is easy to be violated.

Although I didn't know what to think all day, I didn't like other people's primordial spirits to invade my consciousness, and obviously Hui'an didn't want to do this, so that the idea of making him conjure a twenty-first century home would come to naught. But he promised to have the opportunity to teach me this spell in the future. Actually, my soul was originally based on other people's shells, so it shouldn't be difficult to learn.

"Hui'an, I haven't seen you use weapons, don't you have weapons?" I asked, seeing that the little white dragon had a blue sword, and the red boy had a flaming golden spear, but I had never seen him use any weapons.

"Yes. ”

"What is it?sword?" Maybe it's because I've read too many martial arts novels, and I always feel that a beautiful boy should make the sword a perfect match, just like the little white dragon, dressed in white and smooth, holding a cold sword, fluttering in the wind and rain, that was the fascination of many martial arts legends.

"No, it's a pair of Wu Yue double hooks. He replied.

"Oh," I was a little disappointed, why didn't such an unearthly man use a sword?" I smiled.

My request was that in the rain of petals flying in the sky, he danced a set of Wu Yue double hooks for me.

I like romantic and gorgeous scenes very much, especially in the longing for martial arts, intoxicated by the softness and fierceness of the sword dance and flying flowers, why not see it in person today?

He furrowed his eyebrows, as if he thought my thoughts were bizarre and biased, meaningless, "I only take the bait against strong opponents." ”

"But if you lose, you have to do it. "I forced. I finally thought of this request, and it was so simple, it was too much to say if I didn't do it. Isn't he just acting in a movie? Is it that hard?

He couldn't deny it, but agreed to my request.

We were in an empty wasteland, and he looked up at the sky for a moment, "Do you think there are petals in the sky?" he asked knowingly.

Well, since you don't want to change, then I'll change. I can't change the environment, but I should be fine with a few petals flying in the air.

In the sky above us, the disturbances began to float red braids, but unfortunately, my mana is shallow, it seems that only within a radius of two meters of us, and the rest of the place is still empty, which is really a bit of a bad scenery.

"Forget it," he said at last, he didn't stop when he saw that I wasn't there. As he spoke, a gust of wind blew, and the red petals parted unhappily.

Immediately after that, the pink petals gradually hovered in the air, getting wider and wider, the sky, the earth and the sky, everywhere as far as the eye could see, not sparse or dense, like the falling cherry blossoms flying in the sky, very spectacular.

I asked for another house because it was more real to stand on the rooftop. Don't all martial arts people like to stand on the roof?

The house he conjured up was neither tall nor short, but it was a corridor with a waist and high eaves, just like the painting boat he sent Xiao Qian and Ning Xiucai home, which was more exquisite than expected.

I sat on the glazed tiles and looked out.

Why is his world so much more beautiful than I imagined with the same kind of picture conception, is it because our insights are different? Or is the artistic conception too far apart?

The weapons used by Hui An were very strange, a pair of long silver-white metal double hooks, crescent-shaped handles, sharp and sharp at the other end, sharp and dazzling, the pair of slender and exquisite double hooks, held in his hands gracefully and smartly, dancing silver waves, between light and shadow like a group of snakes dancing, fluttering petals lingering in the double hooks, sometimes crazy, sometimes gentle.

His posture is also very graceful, his white shirt and navy blue robe swaying in the wind with the light ying's jumping, as if he wants to get drunk in the boundless splendor.

It wasn't until I stood on the spot and looked at me on the roof after dancing with the double hooks that I was still fascinated by the wonderful scenery.

Hui An put away his double hooks, jumped up and sat next to me, and saw that I was silent. "Are you not feeling well?" he asked.

I looked at the pair of clear eyes like a clear spring, "Hui'an, your world is so beautiful, if you are a mortal, you must be so romantic that you will be fascinated to death." I teased.

However, the real him seemed to be too far from romance, because as soon as my words fell, he jumped down, and all the beauty was gone, and the surrounding land was still empty and clean.

He stood spotlessly and looked at me from a few steps away, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, "Little girl, I woke up from a dream." ”

"Dreams?" I was startled, "is all I seeing imaginary visions?" but, no, my own imagination is far less beautiful than what I see, that is to say, I can't imagine it at all. Did he really take over my brain and control my mind?

"Hui'an, you—the villain did it!" I said angrily.

Hui An stopped and looked back at me, "I'm not what you think," he said frankly, "However, whether it is a dream, an illusion, or a created space, this kind of request is not an example." ”

What's wrong with this kind of request? Are you being taken advantage of or are you missing a piece of meat? Boring people! It's really indignant.