Luoyu sat alone in the quiet room, took out the small mirror again and looked carefully, and sure enough, he was a little different from himself in each fragment. It's not just the difference in perspective, it's also the expression of the person in the mirror who seems to be slightly different.

After a while, Luoyu was shocked to find that although the portrait in the mirror was himself, the background was not a quiet room, but different, and it was not a reflection of the real environment at all.

The mirrors seemed to be himself in different situations in different time and space, and once he looked away from a fragment, he would feel that the self in that lens had become a stranger, but when he looked closely, it was still himself.

Although Luoyu has always felt that he is quite bold, he has never believed in any ghosts and gods. As a cultivator, what he believes most is the power he has cultivated, and he believes in the eternal and unchanging rules between heaven and earth. But at this time, a strange thought appeared in his heart, and he suddenly realized that he actually didn't know himself very well.

People's eyes are outward-looking, and they can see others more clearly, but the least familiar is themselves. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be confused, then what kind of person am I?

All along, Luoyu has been demanding himself with various standards and trying to live, but if he is asked to describe himself objectively, he can't tell.

The reflection of the mirror is correct, there are so many sides of a person, and everyone can't see themselves the same in their eyes, but which is the most authentic self?

In the eyes of the master, he is a good apprentice, of course, he may also be a stupid apprentice, in front of Shi Hong, he is a trustworthy senior brother, in front of his parents, he is the most beloved young son, and in front of Xia Yanyin, he is a friend who can be trusted with his heart......

But what is he like in his own eyes?

Maybe "eye" is not an appropriate word, and you can't see yourself clearly, so you have a mirror. Perhaps I should say that I am in my own heart, and what kind of person is I?

Thinking stuck again, Luo Yu shook his head, and changed the idea of going around a dead end.

For example, Shi Hong, Luo Yu dared to say that no matter when and where he was on the front side, it was Shi Hong in his eyes, and he was very confident in his eyes.

But when he thinks about himself, even when he usually looks in the mirror, he has never paid attention to his up, down, left and right angles at the same time, and what aspects of himself have he shown in different times and situations? Or maybe what other properties in his nature have not yet been revealed?

Thinking about it, Luo Yu had a feeling of doubt in his heart, what kind of person am I, what kind of person am I, is the person in the mirror really me, and who am I?

This is the name my parents gave me, but what if I have a name? Isn't the name just a random name? If my parents gave me another name when I was born, I would take it for granted that I am that person, so the name is not the definition of who I am. But if you put aside my name, family, teacher, and background, who am I?

Thinking about it further, if I am not who I know me, then what about the space in which I exist? What about the rules of my cultivation? What about the things I have experienced? What about the people around me? What is true? What is false?

Once you get caught in this cycle of thinking, one after another, endless questions pop up.

Luoyu suddenly woke up, and was shocked to find that he was in a cold sweat, and the hands holding the small mirror were even more bruised, and the knuckles that were white because of the excessive force were still trembling slightly.

Frightened by his own state, he immediately threw the small mirror into the storage bag like a hot coal, fastened the bag, and escaped from the quiet room without looking back.

Luo Yu doesn't want to be alone in an empty room at all, what he needs most is to regain his sense of presence in reality.

In one breath, he ran to a courtyard next door, stepped over a small pool full of water lilies, and slipped through the half-open carved ebony window.

It seems to have been once a female disciple's residence, and there are a lot of furniture in it. The reason why Luoyu came here on purpose is very simple, this is the only room with a mirror on Yinyu Peak, a normal mirror.

Standing in front of the mirror, Luoyu looked the people in the mirror up and down, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief, this is the person he is familiar with, and he has always thought that he should be what he should be.

Luo Yu had palpitations in his heart, and secretly blamed himself for being too careless. It turned out that Master's reminder was not exaggerated at all, he hadn't had time to start refining the small mirror at all, let alone trying the true power of the Thousand Mirror Realm, just after a few glances at the key, he was almost driven crazy by his own fantasy, it seems that his mind is far from being firm enough, and he really needs to be tempered well.

Standing in front of the mirror and taking a few deep breaths, and tidied up the neckline placket, Luoyu's mood finally calmed down.

Quietly looking at the eyebrows of the person in the mirror, Luo Yu suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the tail of the eyebrows on the right, and a few disobedient eyebrows were standing up willfully. He leaned closer to take a closer look, and one hand subconsciously pressed the patterned frame on the edge of the mirror.

There was a touch on his fingers, as if some mechanism had been pushed out of place, and Luo Yu was trying to see what he had touched, when he was suddenly enveloped by a sense of weightlessness that suddenly appeared!

Looking at the house again, it was empty, everything was the same, as if no one had ever come.

The vertigo quickly subsided, and Luoyu regained his footing, looking around vigilantly, finding himself in a silent garden.

The reason why it is silent is that in addition to the lack of human population, all the flowers, birds, insects and pigs are carved from green jade, and dyed with colorful colors, which seem to be lush and vivid, but in fact there is no life at all, and all the landscapes are static dead things.

Although the surrounding scenery is not the same, it is like a fence that encloses him in it, there is no way out, and he can't see how he got in, only under his feet is a two-zhang square flat ground, which is still paved with green jade bricks and stones.

The current Luoyu is not a fledgling silly boy anymore, knowing that there is no point in panicking in this situation, first of all, you still need to understand the situation. What's more, he was still in the house of the disciples of Yin Yu Peak just now, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be much danger, could it be that someone would be able to kill the inner cloth in his own room?

Having said that, Luo Yu couldn't help but mutter, he even naively thought it was a normal mirror? Hmph, there is nothing normal on Yin Yu Peak!

Luo Yu stumbled as he paced the only platform where he could get his feet.

The space here is indeed very small, only to fit the platform and the surrounding garden, and beyond is the bewildered border, which is the manifestation of the self-carved space to the end.

Suddenly felt that there was something different on the ground between his feet, and Luo Yu looked down, and it turned out that there were a few lines of beautiful small characters carved on the blue jade bricks under his feet.

In the thousand-fold mirror, Ren floats, and only my heart is constant when I return.

The sea of people is more than the middle edge of the realm, and there is no light for thousands of feathers and thousands of teas.

Luoyu was immediately attracted by the poem. Look carefully, the small characters are beautiful and neat, like a woman's handwriting, but these engraved traces should be written with a sword, engraved with a sword, and the sharp feeling revealed in the pen blade should have a tendency to not let women shave their eyebrows.

Deeply attracted by the sword intent in it, but before he could see the sword qi that was contained but not released, Luo Yu subconsciously squatted down and tried to caress Lin Ji without his own strength. As soon as he touched the first stroke, a sharp sword aura appeared out of thin air and stabbed straight at him!