This does not mean that you will be invited to come out immediately when you are confirmed safe. There is no such thing as not letting go. ”

Luo Qing smiled and patted the monk's shoulder and asked, "The Water Purification Altar is no longer there." Where is Master Yan Zheng going?"

"The blood monk is dead, from now on the sky is high and the water is rich, the East China Sea and the West Pole, the south and the north are wild, where to go? Yu Xianchang's "new life" is exactly the reflection of my heart

Monk Yan Zheng said this, turned to him and saluted: "The monk is leaving." Please stay!"

Luo Qing also refused to detain him and gave him a gift: "Take care." ”

Monk Yan was turning to leave and walked down the Danya, but did not leave the city immediately.

Maybe you still have a good impression of Cliff City. He had walked around the ruined city, but unfortunately no one had taken a good look at him. Because Isin, the culprit of the earthquake, and the inhabitants of Juebi City had a very bad understanding of the Pure Water Altar and even all the monks, Yan Zheng also seemed to find himself perhaps the least popular person in the city, and eventually stopped his stay and left alone. He went out of the city by the west gate into the boundless wilderness.

During this time, no one interfered with his future. He was indeed free.

After leaving the city, it was almost seven days ago. The monotonous scenery of the mountains and wilderness may make him lose patience. Monk Yan Zheng's speed slowly increased. From his initial stroll to the meteor hundreds of miles away, he was already more than ten thousand miles away from Cliff City.

The sky was dark, and neither the stars nor the moon had light. Only the monk hurried forward in the wilderness. After another 7,000 miles, it was Modigu, scheduled to arrive the next morning.

The long journey did not cause fatigue to the monks. His eyes sparkled, and his expression was somewhat forgiving. Along the way, he occasionally encountered scattered ferocious beasts and the like, and he was sent away at will. Depending on the situation, he would catch up for another two or three days without any problems.

But at this point, the monk suddenly stopped. In the mountains and forests, night owls whistle, and mottled shadows cover his face, making his expression very unpredictable.

"Is that you?" an abrupt remark alarmed the birds in the nearby trees. The little guy flapped his wings and flew softly, causing a small commotion. But there was no sound response.

However, the monk seemed to hear some voices and said slowly, "It's you." I thought you were wiped out when you were planted in a golden bone plate. I didn't expect you to be able to exist in this way...... You've been with me for almost 30 years, but I didn't know you were still absent-minded. My host couldn't do enough!"

He spoke clearly, and at night he flowed through the barren mountains and forests, and as he spoke, he paced step by step like a ruler, and for a moment he formed a large circle. The empty mountain is quiet, the monk is confident, there is no second person within ten miles... Except for "this" in his heart.

Now he can confidently ask, "What did you do when my seed fell asleep?"

Still no one answered him, but he knew the answer:

"Yes, you can't do anything... This wisp of your secondary soul, which is split on the main soul, is congenitally insufficient, and after the main soul is destroyed, it is also weakened, but the empty perception cannot have the power to show it. It can only wander in the brain palace, and when it is awake, it is absolutely impossible to actively contact the outside world. In this case, you're still wandering, why are you keeping this breath? Still thinking about getting your own meat back?

"Boy stubborn! On the side soul, it seems to be getting worse! If you don't show your feet, it's okay. Now that I know, why is it so hard for me to kill you?"

After speaking, the monk sneered and stopped talking. He thought to himself, "There's nothing to refine the soul." It's just that I'm hurting my soul here because I searched for and killed his mind. Now the old wound has not healed. If I try again, I need some time to recover. ”

The monk thought carefully, but he was decisive after all. Once the pros and cons were clear, he made a decision: "Killing this soul is the safest way." Better do it early tonight!"

After pondering for a while, he turned and looked around, and soon found a suitable hiding place, then moved over, rubbing the painting on the ground with a branch on the way.

After a while, it can be seen that the lines on the ground are very complex, and the monks often place objects in places where the lines are densely intertwined. Most of them were jade and the like, as well as improvised collection of animal skulls, stripped of their flesh and placed on the ground in a white dense manner. In the middle, there are also people who take advantage of the big trees around them to make a fuss. They all embed objects in tree trunks, up and down, and are very organized.

If there is an experienced person here, you can tell at a glance that the monk is arranging the formation. The range is quite large. The radius is always half a mile. It took almost an hour to set up the array.

When everything was ready, the monk sat cross-legged in the middle of the line, where the trees were most dense. His thin face was expressionless. He stretched out his right index finger and gently touched the ground, lowering his eyes to focus.

The most mysterious thing is to make people swoon. The three-tier structure of primordial spirit, tacit knowledge and explicit knowledge has its own advantages. However, the primordial spirit is its root, and the explicit knowledge and implicit knowledge are its branches and leaves. If done correctly, it does not currently die and can be slowly repaired. However, the information contained in it will never be discovered again. It is for this reason that all those who take and teleport souls have the right to use them.

The monks use a very profound method of grasping. After erasing the two layers of information about the subject's explicit and tacit knowledge, they sow a "true seed" into their mind, implant it in the subject's primordial spirit, slowly grow, grasp its roots, and then degenerate. This technique is difficult to cast, but after successful casting, it grows naturally and is stable and reliable.

Now that the most difficult period has passed, the "true seed" of the Genshin has sprouted, its foundation is solid, and the monk is naturally confident. He estimated that with the power of the "True Seed" already there, the little bit of consciousness left by the former owner of this body could be completely eliminated in less than half an hour.

The reason I put so much effort into setting up the battle formation is that I wanted to take the opportunity to conduct a large-scale physical examination, identify flaws, fill gaps, and keep improving.

The monk's thin face was covered with a layer of black qi, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and even his bone structure changed. It is necessary to know that the primordial spirit and the human body are inseparable. They influence each other. One party qualitatively changes, the other responds. The so-called "mutual generation comes from within", also known as "mutual generation".

At this time, the monk's face showed signs of change, proving that his primordial spirit was qualitative, which had been reversed before, which further indicated that he had the upper hand: "Wicked, what's the point of persisting in fighting... Huh?"

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and the information he got from the defensive array he had set up was that thousands of feet away, the leaves were shaking, and the figure was flying up!

He snorted, "Who!"

"Hey, Young Master Yan Zheng?"

A voice of surprise came from among the trees, followed by laughter: "What a coincidence, I returned to the dock and didn't want to meet Young Master Yan Zheng in this barren land. Who wants to say, you and I are destined!"

The words fell, and Luo Qing's slender figure appeared in the middle of the woods.

Yan Zheng was still sitting on the ground, his face drooping, and the corners of his lips were like hooks, which meant mockery.

Is it true that others don't understand geography? Fanshi Mountain Yunzhou Wharf is located in the northwest of Juebi City, and this place is located in the southwest. The straight-line distance from the pier to this place is almost the same as the distance from there to Cliff City. How bad is Luo Qing's sense of direction to reach this barren mountain and call for the arrangement of fate?

Therefore, the monk said, "It is difficult to know fate, but Yu Xianchang's mind can understand one or two things." Even now, is Yu Xianchang still worried about that poor monk?"

"Why do you say that?"

Luo Qing stepped forward with a smile, but the next sentence went around again: "Is Young Master Yan Zheng going to Modi Valley?"

"Yes. Yan Zheng knew that there must be a lot going on tonight, so he replied and stood up. This thin face has a faint expression, a look of rejection of people thousands of miles away.

However, Luo Qing didn't mind, stroking his palm and sighing, "Aunt Modi, I've had enough of that place. However, frankly, it was also a great opportunity for me. If I hadn't been there for a few months, how could I have progressed, touched the door and wall of the dusty house, and made a friend like Master Yan Zheng? By the way, has Master Yan Zheng forgotten anything?"

"Please let Yu Xianchang express it clearly."

Luo Qing waved his hand: "You and I are friends of life and death." Why should you be polite? In fact, if it weren't for Temoku, I forgot, what did you promise me when the cold wave hit?"

Monk Yan Zheng was a little shocked and couldn't answer for a while.

Yan Zheng's heart was indescribably confused. According to his experience of contact with Luo Qing, this generation of young people has deep thoughts and self-knowledge. Such inexplicable words, perhaps... No, there must be some kind of deep meaning.

He didn't waste his energy looking for the memories that had been erased before. Instead, he changed his mind and explored the mountains and forests less than ten miles away from each other. All living things are clearly visible. However, for monks, there is still only one love.

"Young players have a lot of courage...... "The monk felt relieved, and felt strange, "Do you really think he can handle it alone? This is not a trick to fight for power and profit!"

But in any case, the younger generation is the only one who is not afraid. He just smiled calmly and said slowly, "I'm sorry, I don't remember." ”

Luo Qing saw his appearance and smiled: "Young Master Yan Zheng seemed to be too scared that day, but it's okay.