Not far west of Lezhou's capital, you will enter a large Gobi Desert, where you can see yellow sand and weathered gravel, and even the plants here are all withered yellow, with only a few occasional sporadic green embellishments. From time to time, there are some huge strange stones beside the road, the edges are soft, as if they were washed by the current, but they are the remnants of countless weathered peaks for thousands of years.

It's a place like this, and it's hot and dry at first glance. On the official road, a carriage walked leisurely along the official road in this hot and dry yellow.

It is said to be an official road, in fact, after leaving the Lezhou Mansion, the rammed earth hard road that could have been paralleled by four cars has become a narrow road that is only enough for one car to go one-way, and it has been in disrepair for a long time. Fortunately, at this time, it was only dusty, and occasionally there were gravel stumbling, but it was not impossible to walk.

A pergola was erected in front of the carriage, and the mule was also covered, and at the head sat a young man, with his back straight, and his hands were tied into the seal in front of him, and the reins were casually put aside by him, and his eyes were closed as if in contemplation. But in front of the pergola, a radish was hung in front of the mule with a string, and I don't know what it meant.

In the carriage, there was a girl with a bundle of hair, holding a jade talisman in her hand, sticking it to the center of her eyebrows, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if her mood was fluctuating and difficult to contain.

These two people are Mo Fei and Quan Li, after leaving Shejiang Town, this is the third day, except for staying in Lezhou Mansion for half a day to buy water and other things, the two spend most of their time in this carriage.

At this time, Murphy was in his final position. The external training part needs to be coordinated with "awkward dance gymnastics", but the internal training part is not particularly needed, so it can be carried out through the meditation.

The meridians in the viscera are hidden, and most of them are weak, so they should not be over-washed and tempered, even with the assistance of Zhiqun, Mo Fei is also careful to practice, and slowly move forward with the stream of spiritual power little by little, and only when this section is full, will he use Zhiqun to knock open the acupoints and enter the next section. With the help of Zhiqun, this work is like a little game of connecting water pipes, trying to make spiritual power infiltrate all body tissues.

This process is naturally extremely slow, and in the past two days, Mo Fei has only opened up most of the meridians of the heart. But the effect is also obvious.

In the past, the beating of the heart muscle was supported by blood nutrition, but after the meridians were covered, some of the spiritualized cardiomyocytes were able to use spiritual power as an energy source, just like the internal combustion engine was replaced by nuclear power.

At the same time, the heart wrapped in the meridians seemed to have some kind of miracle, and Mo Fei found that he could actually perceive the existence of this organ, which was as vague and uncertain as entering the Divine Soul Void for the first time and perceiving the existence of the Divine Soul and Divine Thoughts. But while eliminating the five senses of the body, he can still "see" the shape of the heart, the shape of the beat, and even the flow rate of blood in it.

This level of perception is different from the Divine Soul Void, and the two seem to be independent. In the Divine Void, the heart was pitch black. And at the level of perceiving the heart, you can't see the divine soul, divine thoughts, demon seeds, and other things.

If you have to explain it, it's like different layers in image processing. The soul is one layer, the spiritual power is one layer, and the physical sensation is another layer, they are independent of each other. Obviously, physical sensation corresponds to the material level, and the divine soul void should correspond to the spiritual level, while spiritual power is another dimension that is in between, but independent.

When Mo Fei was immersed in this discovery, he suddenly heard a heartbeat close at hand, this heartbeat sounded like a stone falling into the lake, rippling in his "spiritual power layer", and then as if he was electrocuted by a pacemaker, "Bang!", Mo Fei felt his heart beat at the same frequency.

Then, like the beat of a drum, the fluctuation of the heart became closer and closer to the sound of another heartbeat, and after a dozen beats, they merged in one place, inseparable from each other, forming a strange resonance.

At this moment, a mixture of nostalgia and attachment and the accompanying sadness and guilt poured into Mo Fei's mind, which was by no means his feelings, but as real as his own experience, abstract pictures as if only the color blocks appeared, he could not see the specific content of the picture, but he could feel the imagery contained in it.

There is intimate love, there is distant nostalgia, there is the angry waves of fear and anger mixed with murderous intent, there is guilt and remorse in loneliness, and there is firm determination in the darkness. It's like a montage dream, he doesn't know exactly what happened, but he keenly understands that this is a daughter's feelings for her deceased mother.

There were only two people in the car, him and Quan Li. It is self-evident where this sentiment comes from.

Reason told Murphy that he should put an end to this snooping at once, but curiosity prevailed, and he followed the fluctuation like a water strider cruising on the surface of a lake, drawing closer to the center of the ripple, and then his thoughts got into it.

First, there was a picture, which appeared to be an exhibit, on a delicate crystal tray, a dark blue bead, but before he could see the bead, the picture jumped to a silver mirror.

He was so close that the rest of his face was blurred, and only his own eyes could be seen.

It was a pair of strange deep blue eyes, like the sea and like a spar, clear and shiny, and there were two clouds of fish-like mist in them, and he could not describe the beauty of these eyes, as if they contained the deepest mystery of the ocean, the starry sky, and the universe, so that people could never take their eyes off it at a glance.

He heard crying deep in his body, and the depression that he couldn't get rid of surging up, turning into two teardrops hanging down in the corners of his eyes, but crystallized and condensed in mid-air, forming two pearls like water droplets, which snapped to the ground.

Suddenly, he looked somewhere in the mirror, as if he had seen something, and his gaze was startled and then angry.

It didn't take any reason for Murphy to know that he had been discovered. The icy anger turned into a cold snort, and he heard himself say, "Get out!"

Mo Fei only felt his heart twitch, and opened his eyes suddenly, and then he felt a violent cold force in the carriage behind him hit like a flood.

Before he had time to defend himself, he jumped quickly, and then he heard the crackling sound, and a hoarfrost-like energy rushed out of the carriage, extending straight for more than three feet.

Murphy jumped and broke through the pergola overhead, unharmed, but the energy swept over his seat, the bridles, the head of the mule running in front of him, and the radish hanging from the front.

As if suddenly stepping into the cold winter of the ninth month, Mo Fei had goosebumps, but saw a frost white below, and then the mule was planted forward without saying a word, and at the same time the carriage was also sunk by the front end, and the two wheels fell to the ground, and the huge resistance lifted the entire carriage.

A figure flew out of the top of the carriage, and after landing, a pair of eyes widened, glaring at Mo Fei, and there was a faint blue color surging inside.

"Wait!" Mo Fei saw that Quan Li was about to come up and beat people, and hurriedly shouted, his brain was racing rapidly, trying to find some good excuses, but before he could think of a reason, he heard a shout in the distance: "Thief, your mother!

Hmm? What's the situation?

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, turned his head and saw a sandstone peak on the side of the road in front of him, and suddenly a group of horse bandits, all of whom were covered with black scarves and holding scimitars, charged towards him.