Lan Yufeng walked to the stone platform, looked at the talismans that he couldn't understand at all by the moonlight, rubbed his hands carefully, and felt the traces of the years, how far away has this stone platform been, why did he look at it, as if he had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

Lan Yufeng's heart suddenly calmed down a lot, and when he looked at them again, he found that what he had was like paintings, some like lifelike characters, some like some realistic scenes, all connected together were more like telling a story from a long time ago.

Lan Yufeng was surprised, but when he looked closely, everything had changed again, the symbols were still incomprehensible symbols, where were the characters, the lines were still crooked, there was no beauty at all, and where did the scene come from.

Shaking his head, Lan Yufeng put his palm in the palm print on the stone platform, and watched the runes at the bottom of the side still light up, which was even more conspicuous in this night, and the faint green light was the same as the light of the ring.

The light is like a flowing stream, gradually climbing up along those irregular lines, every time he passes through a place, a part of the runes in that area will light up, Lan Yufeng carefully observed, and found that these runes that are lit up now look similar, although he doesn't know the specific meaning of Lu Dao, but at least he knows that the other runes of Lu Dao will not be affected by him, only this kind of one seems to have caused some kind of resonance.

More and more runes lit up, gradually spreading to his palm, which then turned a brilliant green.

He didn't feel it carefully during the day, but now Lan Yufeng slowly closed his eyes, and felt an inexplicable qi flow from the stone platform to his palm, and then to his body, making his restless heart settle down in an instant, forgetting who he was, forgetting the disturbances of the world, he was so unprepared to settle down, and entered a deep meditation that could be met but not sought.

The village chief looked at Lan Yufeng standing on the altar, his whole body was emitting a faint green light, he didn't move, he smiled and stroked his beard under his chin, nodded, and turned to leave.

Lan Yufeng stood on the altar for three days and three nights, and all the people in the village knew that this mysterious outsider had walked up to the altar by himself, and entered a deep level of meditation there, but the village chief had been secretive about this, no matter who asked about it, the village chief just smiled and did not answer.

Lan Yufeng slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that the spiritual power in his body had increased by more than two times, and it was possible to break through the realm of martial artists at any time and enter the warrior level, but Bai Ling still didn't make any movement, no matter how he summoned it, he didn't react as if he was asleep.

But the strange thing is that there seems to be another kind of fluctuation in his consciousness, there were two fluctuations that day, but because the time is too short, Lan Yufeng only thinks that it is Bai Ling, and when he feels it again, it has disappeared, but this time it appeared for a long time, so he obviously felt that it was completely different from Bai Ling's fluctuation frequency.

Bai Ling's fluctuation frequency is always gentle, just like her appearance, quiet as a virgin, gentle as water, but now this fluctuation frequency is very rapid and fast, if you want to describe it, it is like moving like a rabbit, and there is no longer Bai Ling's kind of familiar feeling.

"In fact, the existence of martial spirits has its particularity, some people spend their whole lives to cultivate, martial spirits are still muddy, only at the mercy of others, and some martial spirits, when they wake up, they are extremely powerful, although they do not have complete thoughts, but they have a strong initiative over their own bodies, but it must rely on human beings to survive. ”

As soon as Lan Yufeng turned around, he found that the village chief was standing behind him with his hands behind him, looking up at the sky.

He knew that the village chief was talking to himself, so he asked humbly: "Will the martial spirit who has the initiative have his own thoughts?"

Isn't Bai Ling the kind of very powerful martial spirit, he can come out to protect himself without summoning himself, I believe that in the battle when the man in black wants to kill himself, Bai Ling must have been seriously traumatized, although he saved himself, but he fell into a deep sleep.

"Since ancient times, I have never heard of a martial spirit that can produce its own thoughts, but if the body is not strong enough, and the martial spirit is too strong, some evil martial spirits will devour the thoughts of the body, occupy the human body, and form a new individual. ”

Saying this, the village chief turned to look at him and continued, "However, there are no absolutes, there will be exceptions to everything, martial spirits are the closest comrades-in-arms of each of us, if it is not an evil martial spirit, then there will definitely be no devouring situation, they are all selfless to protect us, so even if they don't have a mind of their own, you must really love it,"

After that, a vigorous pine tree slowly emerged behind the village chief, with flourishing branches and leaves, and each pine needle reflected the early morning sun, which looked fresh and natural, but it was sharp as if the needle was killing him, which was extremely dangerous.

Then Lan Yufeng was speechless and found that the village chief didn't know where Lu Dao conjured a kettle, and actually began to water the pine tree.

"It's in the heart, and when the heart arrives, it can naturally feel it, and the connection between the two is naturally close. As if knowing Lan Yufeng's thoughts at this time, the village chief explained with a smile.

"Yes, I don't seem to have communicated with Bai Ling before, when it's just a white mist, all I think about every day is to let it wake up quickly and enhance my sense of security, when it becomes a white ball, I still can't sense that it is my own martial spirit, I actually began to dislike it, and after reaching the most Lu it finally became my martial spirit, I think more about its body, or blindly pursuing skills, now I think about it, I have never used my heart. ”

The words of the village chief made Lan Yufeng suddenly realize, martial spirit martial spirit, since it is called a spirit, it naturally has feelings, although it cannot fully form its own subjective thoughts, but it is still very far from the real dead thing.

"What exactly is a martial spirit?"

No one can give you an answer to this question, because no one knows whether Lu Dao understands it correctly or not, but there is also an explanation for it in ancient legends, it is said that the martial spirit is a heroic spirit floating in this space and his own spirit has a certain connection, to achieve a high degree of fit, since then this heroic spirit continues to live in this world in another way, and human beings, with the help of it, have extraordinary abilities. ”

"Heroic spirits, that is, the souls of people after death?"

Lan Yufeng thought of Bai Ling's soft figure, could it really be a female ghost? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stand on end.