Qiuqiu stood in a white world.

From heaven to earth, from far to near, it was all white.

There are no ups and downs, no light and shadow, no highs and lows......

She was a little dazed and thought, is this snowing?

No, not snow.

Qiuqiu suddenly thought that she seemed to be standing in the world of a blank piece of paper.

What was she doing a moment ago?

Ah, by the way, she's doing the exercises with Shi'er, and she's cultivating double.

It is not the meaning of impurity, it is to cultivate the mind together. Shi'er usually acts as a guide, but this time he completely handed over the initiative to Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu was still a little apprehensive at first, but gradually, she felt how pleasant and wonderful this taste of freedom was. Like a bird that has escaped gravity and spread its wings to soar, she feels that she can fly anywhere, and nothing will bother her.

Sometimes she felt that the feeling of cultivation was really unstoppable. But those who have embarked on this path have no intention of withdrawing and regressing.

Because I can't let go, not only is there a huge temptation of enlightenment and ascension in front of me, but also because the process of cultivation is like smoking opium, and I can't let go of it in one bite.

But what's going on now?

Is she dreaming?

She fell asleep again while practicing?

Qiuqiu thought sadly, she can't go on like this, the practice has turned into sleep in the end, when will she be able to catch up with Shi'er and stand side by side with him?

Maybe others will say that she doesn't know the blessing in the blessing, and she is such a great god, and she is really blessed for a lifetime, so why bother to struggle?

But Qiuqiu felt ...... When these two people fall in love, the gap is better not too big. Otherwise, she will not be able to comprehend his realm in her life, and the two have no common language, so this love will not last long. Even if she can't respond to what he said, she must understand and understand, otherwise it will sound like a lark singing, which is good, but it can be completely said by chicken and duck, and it will be finished after a long time.

But her progress is too slow, almost standing still, and he is still moving fast, how can people catch up?

She can't say to Shi'er, anyway, your realm has been stagnant for more than a hundred years, so you will continue to stop for a few more years, decades, and wait for me to slowly gather strength to catch up with you?

Qiuqiu looked at a world of white flowers and felt dizzy.

There is no sense of space at all, and I can't even locate where I'm standing, which is really awkward.

The world of paper?

Who is Paper's good buddy?

A pen, of course.

Qiuqiu's hand touched his waist, and the ink cream was still tied around his waist.

She took the ink off and stroked it casually.

The faint ink color smudged in front of his eyes, like a mist that fell in front of him, turning into patches of dyed black flowers.

Although the ink dots are disorganized, they are a little variegated and more comfortable than a touch of white.

Qiuqiu held the pen and looked left and right.

It's not that she's worried that someone will suddenly jump out and accuse her of scribbling and damaging the environment.

But this piece was purely dyed by her brushstroke, even if no one blamed her, Qiuqiu herself was not sure.

Left and right, there is no change.

Qiuqiu tried to move left and right, but no matter which direction she went, there was no trace of being able to leave this world, except for the ink she left behind, which could barely be used as a coordinate for judgment, she had no sense of direction, no sense of distance, and seemed to have been standing still, unable to leave, and unable to break the shackles of this world.

What a strange place.

Qiuqiu simply picked up the pen and drew again.

Speaking of which, everyone has probably done such a thing as scribbling at a young and ignorant age, writing "Mr. Li is a bad guy" on the wall or writing the name of a star they particularly like on a pencil case.

Otherwise, I also drew a grid on the ground, played with sandbag hopscotch or something.

Of course, Qiuqiu will not be bored to draw squares on the ground and play.

But she really didn't know what to draw.

Draw the pickers?

No, then as soon as she walks, won't she step on his face?

Shi'er probably doesn't mind being stepped on by her......

Qiuqiu lay there and happily painted.

Draw the face first, then the hair, the body, the clothes......

Qiuqiu hehe snickered, clothes are such a thing, there is a meaning of one and a half pieces, there is no need to ink too much, it is too wasteful.

So her pen Shi'er only wore a light gauze bathrobe that wanted to cover and revea, with a large open placket on the top and shoulders exposed, and a big slit on the bottom that could not cover the thighs.

As for the expression, Qiuqiu has never seen what it looks like to grin and smile!

She looked up and imagined it for a moment, then put pen to paper with great interest.

Ah, by the way, haven't colored his pupils yet.

Qiu Qiu stroked a little and gave him black eyes.

At just one o'clock, those eyes seemed to move.

Qiuqiu didn't pay attention, she hadn't completely gotten rid of the joy of "dressing Shi'er in beautiful clothes".

The eyes blinked again.

Qiuqiu lowered her head to observe, and was about to draw Huo'er next to Shi'er, when she had just drawn a round head shell, and before she had time to add her nose and eyes, she was suddenly gently patted on the shoulder.

Qiuqiu froze suddenly.

Is it a delusion?

As if to answer her question, he was tapped on the shoulder again.

Qiuqiu turned her head stiffly and slowly.

Shi'er stood behind her, looking at her expressionlessly.

No, no, this pick-up......

Qiuqiu's eyes moved down from his face.

Shi'er wears ...... ...... of light yarn Bathrobes?

He was shirtless above, thighs were exposed below, and he didn't even have shoes, and he stood there barefoot.

Qiuqiu covered her mouth.

The force was so fierce that it was like giving yourself a slap in the face.

This pick-up, yes, was drawn by her?

Is it a real person, or a dummy?

Qiuqiu probed and glanced at his side.

Uh, it's in 3D, not a piece of thin paper.

So, is he real?

Qiuqiu tentatively stretched out her hand and pinched Shi'er's face.

Doesn't seem to be responding?

She simply wanted to pinch it down-

Shi'er grabbed her hand and dismissed her from continuing to move, and turned her head to look around.

"What is this place?"

"I don't know." Qiuqiu scratched her head in confusion: "I'll be here as soon as I open my eyes...... How did you get here? ”

"I also opened my eyes and saw myself standing here......"

Shi'er said Qing, lowered his head to look at his super sexy flesh-revealing outfit, and was suddenly overwhelmed by this bold and avant-garde style of dressing.

His expressionless face and eyes were so black that they were almost bottomless, and Qiuqiu was terrified to see him.

"This ...... I can explain it. ”

She tries to cover up the incriminating evidence with Ink Frost on her back.

Shi'er certainly has a lot of questions, and she has a lot of questions.

She glanced at the spot where she had just drawn the portrait—blank.

Is it because she drew it that she is here? So how did she come into being?

Also, will everything painted here come true?

It's better to try it yourself.

Qiuqiu squatted down again and drew a circle that was not very regular on the ground.

Shi'er watched her every move seriously.

Qiuqiu looked up and smiled at him, then dotted on the circle and drew another short stalk.

Well, that's the all-purpose thing I used to do in art class as a kid: drawing apples.

Of course, it's the eggs that are better drawn than the apples, but that's too untechnical for Qiuqiu to disdain.

Something fantastic happened, and the apple pattern seemed to be filled with a layer of water waves, and then the apple bulged from the paper, and from a circle on the paper, it became a real, apple.

Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment, stretched out his finger and poked.

That's right, it's Apple.

She looked at the ink cream again.

What's going on?

It's true that ink cream is a pen with only a history, but with a history, it is not Ma Liang's pen.

How does it manage to make the things that are drawn into real people and real things?

"What's going on?"

Qiuqiu held the apple in the palm of her hand and held it up for Shi'er to see, her mouth wide open enough to stuff a duck egg.

She habitually asked.

Shi'er knows everything, knows everything, even though she drew it.

Shi'er didn't answer her question about the apple first, but lowered her head a little, the tip of her nose almost against her forehead, and asked in a deep voice, "Me too...... That's how you drew it? ”

"Uh......"

Qiuqiu thought about it slowly, and Shi'er's non-mainstream outfit seemed to be ......

"Let's get down to business first." Qiuqiu tried to change the subject: "What kind of place is this?" Why do the drawn apples become real? ”

It looks like an apple, but can you eat it?

Fortunately, Shi'er didn't continue to ask him about his avant-garde clothes, and he put the apple back into Qiuqiu's palm: "This is not the real world. ”

Qiuqiu had already guessed.

There's a sense of unreality everywhere here.

"And where is this?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be your sea of consciousness."

Qiuqiu is not a beginner who has just started and doesn't know anything.

"Consciousness...... The sea? ”

This term has been heard, but no one has ever systematically taught and defined the sea of consciousness. Where does this sea of consciousness reside in the cultivator's body? In the head? Heart? In the dantian?

The usefulness of consciousness to a cultivator is very important, but there is still no concept or explanation of what is important and how to elevate and cultivate it.

Shi'er saw her blank eyes and dull face, and knew that she couldn't understand: "You just think you're dreaming." ”

Qiuqiu understands in seconds!

It would have been explained like this earlier, and she was talking about such a high-end and foreign academic title as the Sea of Consciousness, which made her quite nervous.

"So you came up with it in my dreams?"

Shi'er glanced at her, and the faint but complicated meaning in her eyes made Qiuqiu couldn't help but shrink her neck, very ashamed of herself.

"No, we were in double cultivation just now, and I was pulled in by your consciousness." Shi'er still couldn't help it, and pulled the gauze on her body very uncomfortably. But this gauze is so large, I want to cover my chest more,

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