"Ah Yi, eat, eat, eat more, you can only grow strong after eating!" Brother Hao put a clay pot of meat in front of Wen Chuanting, and kept shouting in his mouth, not forgetting to show off his strong muscles, in order to show that only by eating more can he grow strong.

Wen Chuanting pursed his lips, helplessly picked up the clay pot in front of him, and for a while, he put his mind on eating. It's no wonder that Brother Hao is strongly asking Wen Chuanting to eat more every time he eats, mainly because since following the sacrificial elders, Wen Chuanting's body has become thin day by day, no matter how much meat he makes, it is useless, but the more he makes up, the more he becomes thinner.

Brother Hao didn't understand the reason, Eminem didn't understand, he asked Chuanting as much as possible every meal, hoping that he would raise his body strong, so as not to kick the sacrificial elder out of the lintel because of his thin body. Ask Chuanting to explain many times, the sacrificial elder will not kick him out because he is thin, but unfortunately the effect is not great, and he can only follow the two of them and eat as much as possible.

As for the reason why the body has become thinner and weaker in recent years, the sacrificial elders may understand it a little, but they don't fully understand it. Ask Chuanting is like a mirror in his heart, thin, not a disease, the root is in himself, the growth of his divine consciousness is too rapid is the biggest curse, now he is only ten years old, his body has not yet grown, the sea of consciousness has been opened, with the cultivation of witch spells, the growth of divine consciousness is too fast, causing a burden on the body, no matter how much supplement, most of it is converted into essence to supply the growth of divine consciousness, and the body can only absorb a small part to maintain the undefeated qi and blood.

"There is another year, the body does not get enough nutrients, and it will eventually be dragged down, it's time to think of a way to control the growth of divine consciousness, otherwise the body will collapse, and I won't live long. Wen Chuanting swallowed his food, thinking about something else.

"Although all cultivation related to divine consciousness has been stopped now, the natural growth of divine consciousness is not something that the current weak body can provide. ”

Wen Chuanting was worried about the rapid growth of his divine sense, while the other peers were lamenting the slow growth of his spiritual power. After all, the most direct manifestation of a person's mental strength is the coordination of the body, especially this kind of primitive tribe, without a strong body, eating is a problem, not to mention alive, without food, how long can he live?

Time is like the fine sand in your hand, no matter how tightly you hold it, it will flow through your fingers. In the silent night, the breeze blew in front of the door, like a child lost in the wilderness, and occasionally there was a whimper, as if the night was infected with panic, and as if he was afraid of the lone wolf in the night, and did not dare to cry out loudly.

Wen Chuanting sat quietly cross-legged on the small bed, his eyes closed, his breathing was long, and he couldn't see the tension in his heart at all. The wide sea of knowledge, the sea of three lives is not rippling, the projection of the consciousness of asking Chuanting is suspended on it, the hands are like butterfly shadows piercing flowers, and the seal is like flying. With the pinching of the fingertip seal, a faint wind came out from the fingertips, slowly infecting the entire sea of knowledge, and the unwavering Sansheng Sea changed from calm, the waves were turbulent, and the bubbles carrying the memory floated in it, and disappeared with life. In the dark Sansheng seabed, memory bubbles like sand grains are stirred by the undercurrent, rolling with the waves.

A wave came, and the consciousness projection was hit into the bottom of the sea, and as the waves retreated, it gradually revealed, and the projection body was covered with water droplets, constantly flowing down the body, and another wave hit, and the consciousness projection of Wen Chuanting sank to the bottom of the sea again...... As the waves rolled, the projection of Wen Chuanting's consciousness was shot into the bottom of the sea again and again, and then surfaced from the waves again and again, like a flat boat, floating in the endless ocean.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the firm eyes, but with the lapping of the waves, the seal in the projection hand became slow, the fingers were no longer flexible, slow as a snail, and there was no slight change in a seal between ups and downs.

"Did you fail?" asked Chuanting's consciousness projection frowned, his heart was anxious, the waves of the Sansheng Sea made Wen Chuanting uneasy, the lapping of the waves, not only knocked his consciousness projection into the bottom of the sea, trying to interrupt the seal, but also the sea space was under a lot of pressure. Wen Chuanting obviously felt that the wall of the sea space was a little unstable under the lapping of the waves, and there was a faint feeling that it was about to break.

"But the seal in my hand is not yet complete. Wen Chuanting was anxious, trying to urge the change of the seal.

"It's over......" Wen Chuanting, who emerged from under the waves, accidentally looked up and found that the tornado that was catching the sky was like a galloping giant beast rushing straight from afar.

To hide or not to hide, the seal in the hand will be interrupted, the previous efforts will be in vain, and you will have to start all over again, if you don't hide, you will be caught up in the tornado, look at its power, the projection of consciousness will be shattered, and the seal will still be interrupted.

The only difference is the relationship between active and passive stops.

Ask Chuanting hesitated. He understands all this, but he doesn't understand that the sea space is his own, and he is the god of this space, why when he wants to seal the relics, he has no ability to control everything that happens in this sea space.

He hesitated, but the tornado did not, and the hurricane on the periphery of the tornado raised his long hair high, seeing that the tornado was about to swallow it completely. The intense but not dazzling golden light bloomed, the wind stopped, the waves stopped, and the long hair raised high slowly fell. Wen Chuanting suffered a cardiac arrest, and the seal in his hand stopped pinching.

He took the initiative to give up, gave up the pinch! His round eyes showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

"Why?"

"Boat ......"

"Why?!"

Wen Chuanting and Siyu stood face to face, the holographic projection was so delicate that the smile on their faces was no longer there, and the crystal water droplets were swirling in their eyes.

"Why?!" asked again with a blank face.

"Little ...... The owner ...... "humanized expression, two tear stains that shone with faint brilliance, the crisp sound of tears falling to the ground, and the jade shattered into small pearl-like droplets, all of which showed the grievances of the owner of the teardrops.

It can be seen from the title that the boat that is used to being called suddenly becomes the owner when it is not completely spit out, once again highlighting the weak feminine side of the holographic projection.

"Why?" asked Chuanting's tone was no longer hard, but a little softer. He doesn't believe that this has been with him day and night for seven years, and he is obedient to himself, a lovely person who is also a teacher and a friend, even if it is Ta Ling, it is an unreal holographic projection, and it will harm himself at this critical moment.

However, at the critical moment, as the god of the sea awareness space, he could not control everything that happened in his sea knowledge space, and he could only rely on the suppression of the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda to avoid the destruction of the consciousness projection. Even if the destruction of the projection of consciousness has little impact on oneself, it will eventually cause damage to the weak body in reality.

Hurt is secondary, and after being rescued, self-esteem and madness are not the main problem. I don't understand, or I can't forgive, what I can't understand, or what happens, why can't I control everything that happens to my own sea of consciousness, but the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda, a Taoist weapon that recognizes itself as the Lord, can control it?'

Q Chuanting needs an explanation, an explanation that excludes uncontrollable factors and allows him to accept.