Zhan Zhongqi's eyes showed appreciation: "It's good if you understand." I say this www.biquge.info just to let you know what kind of person you are going to face. ”

Han Feng said: "Since this is the case, please also ask my uncle to give advice." ”

Zhan Zhongqi tapped his fingers on the tabletop, paused for a moment, and seemed to have made up his mind before saying: "If you want to defeat Zhifeng in terms of wisdom, it is a fantasy, but if you break the formation, there may be a glimmer of hope." ”

"Break the formation with a formation?" Han Feng smiled, "Has Uncle finally decided to teach me the formation?"

Zhan Zhongqi pointed at Han Feng, half-smiling and half-scolding: "After all, I still can't escape." Anyway, I'll just teach you all today. You have a white child, and you feel that you are more agile than ordinary people, but you must remember that this is your advantage and your weakness. ”

Han Feng nodded and said, "I understand." Bai Tong is here, it is my advantage, and once it goes, it is my disadvantage. ”

Zhan Zhongqi said: "That's right. So you must not feel that what you have realized now is already yours, otherwise there will be endless troubles. He paused, cleared his throat, and then continued: "Mingxi and I both comprehend the qi of heaven and earth from our own bodies, and the same is true for passing on your method. You can calm your mind and feel your surroundings. ”

"Feel the surroundings?" Han Feng didn't understand what Zhan Zhongqi was talking about, but whether it was to save Zhan Fan or simply to learn the formation, he was reluctant at this moment.

Seeing Han Feng quietly close his eyes, Zhan Zhongqi was sure in his heart, and continued to speak: "You can hear the sound of the wind, the sound of the water, and the sound of me talking, but can you hear the sound of your own breathing, and can you hear the sound of your own blood flow, the sound of your heartbeat? When you open your eyes, you can see this pavilion and see me, but can you see yourself?"

Han Feng opened his eyes when he heard this, and said, "Uncle Ancestor shouldn't be looking in the mirror or looking at the water, right?"

Zhan Zhongqi said: "Naturally not. I'm talking about self-contemplation. With the help of water or mirrors, what you see is you in the water and you in the mirror, as the so-called moon in the water and flowers in the fog, this is not the complete and real you after all. Just as you look at people with your eyes, what you see is what you see in your eyes after all, does this mean that you see the real person? Not necessarily. ”

Han Feng became more and more surprised when he heard this: "Does Uncle Zu mean that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs?"

Zhan Zhongqi laughed and said, "It's different, it's different." You listen to me first, try to see yourself...... Not with the eyes, of course. ”

Listening to Zhan Zhongqi's words, for some reason, Han Feng only felt a little chill behind him. He vaguely felt that if he took one step further, he would be exposed to a level that did not belong to him, and this feeling was both fresh and a little scary. His hands clenched unconsciously, and he felt that his palms were full of sweat, but this feeling was like sand, and the tighter he held it, the more ethereal he felt.

He tried to "see" himself, but when he opened his eyes, he saw everything around him, but he couldn't see the so-called himself.

And just as he was closing his eyes and pondering, Zhan Zhongqi's voice suddenly became louder: "Think about how Mingxi and I look at ourselves, the cause is self-revealed!"

Hearing this, Han Feng was like an initiation, and suddenly understood. He didn't know what he was looking at, and even if he was engrossed, he was still in the void. As far as Zhan Zhongqi and Mingxi are concerned, their self-perception is purposeful. Zhan Zhongqi is trying to find a way to truly become a "man", while Mingxi is trying to be able to speak again.

So what is he looking for? He is strong, healthy and young, and there is nothing wrong with him, and the only problem that does not belong to him is the white boy.

The first step in his self-reflection is to see where the white boy is hiding.

Bai Tong was by no means in the white jade pendant he was wearing, it directly instilled thoughts into him when it spoke to him, and it could directly know what he thought, no matter what, it must be on him.

However, just as he was trying to look at himself, Bai Tong, who had not spoken for a long time, finally couldn't hold back and screamed: "Han Feng, you can't listen to him!

Bai Tong's voice was so sharp that Han Feng's body shook suddenly, and he opened his eyes suddenly. But when he opened his eyes, he saw darkness, as if he were in the middle of a night where he could not see his fingers, and all around him was so dark that he did not know where he was.

He subconsciously wanted to be called "Uncle Ancestor", but it was only then that he realized that his ears, nose, mouth and eyes were only in his own feelings. He felt his eyes open and close, but he couldn't see anything.

The white boy's screams still echoed in his head, and he couldn't hear anything. Han Feng had never felt this way, but he felt that in an instant, it was like falling straight into the abyss, and the abyss was bottomless, which made him break out in a cold sweat all over his body, and he faintly felt that if he continued like this, if he fell to the "bottom", he would definitely fall to pieces and die without a whole body.

Whether Zhan Zhongqi harmed him or Bai Tong harmed him, Han Feng had no way of knowing, but he felt that today's events were extremely dangerous, and he couldn't control it. He tried to take a deep breath, but in the "fall", breathing became an extremely luxurious thing, and he tried to adjust his mind, but he felt that the wind around him was getting stronger and stronger, like a knife.

He tried to combine all this with the qi of heaven and earth, but his mind was blank, and he tried his best to think about it, and he only thought of the word "cause and effect".

What is the cause and effect of this?

"White Boy, White Child!" he tried to call out to White Boy, but there was no response.

It was the first time he had been so helpless since he had a white child, and it was also the first time he felt so close to death. However, fear arises at the extreme, and the flash of inspiration often lies in the tension and thrill.

Between Bai Tong and Zhan Zhongqi, if there is trust, then he would rather choose the latter. This is not because of blood involvement, but because it is not beneficial for Zhan Zhongqi to kill him, and if he stops looking at himself at this moment because of fear, it may be good for Bai Tong.

Thinking of this, Han Feng's heart settled. It was impossible for either of them to kill him, so what could he do if he fell? Once he was away from fear, Han Feng calmed down a lot. If Zhan Zhongqi was telling the truth, then if he saw where Bai Tong was, it would inevitably affect Bai Tong's control over him in the future, and Bai Tong had the ability to immerse himself in such an illusion.

This is the cause, this is the effect.

If the white boy doesn't want to find it himself, where will it hide?

At this moment, Han Feng felt that something appeared in front of him. The darkness was receding, and there seemed to be a physical object beneath his feet. The gray shadow faded, and what appeared in front of me was a wooden house.

"This is ......" Han Feng couldn't help but feel hot in front of him, "Home?"

That was his home in Lidu. Han Feng only felt that his heartbeat slowed down a few beats in an instant, he walked to the door step by step, and pushed the door open hesitantly, only to see a person lying on the door, it was his father Han Yizhi.

He stretched one hand forward, holding a bald brush in his hand, and drew the word "go" on the ground. Han Feng's heart ached, at this moment, where did he remember to distinguish between what is true and what is false, he pounced on it and picked up his father. However, Han Yizhi was empty of flesh and skin at that moment, leaving only a loose skeleton, and when he hugged him, the entire skeleton frame was scattered and shapeless, and even the head rolled down and fell into the corner.

"Daddy!"

Han Feng shouted a few times, and at this time, it was dark all around, and the situation in front of him had changed.

The moon and stars are scarce overhead, and it's a night. His arms were empty, his hands and fingers were covered with frostbite, he was hungry and cold, thirsty and sleepy. There were a few mottled fire spots in the distance, and he vaguely remembered that this was the time when he escaped on the Hongyuan, and at the same time, he also remembered that those fire points were burned by Rong Qi's wolf riding night camping.

This was the first time he met Mingxi. Han Feng took a deep breath and stumbled forward. He knew he was in the environment, but he still held on to the hope of what happened. He hoped that all this would come as he remembered, so that he could see Mingxi again. He remembered her bright smile, the smile that lit up everything.

However, those few fires were not extinguished by the wolves as he remembered, but shook and gathered to run for him. Han Feng was shocked, he felt that there was no Bai Tong to help him at the moment, as far as he was concerned, no matter how high his kung fu was, he could not confront a whole team of wolf riders head-on, the consciousness of escape occupied his consciousness, he turned his head to run, but when he turned around, he saw a little green firefly behind him, illuminating the entire Hongyuan - it was the eyes of the wild wolf.

And just when a giant wolf pounced on him, and Han Feng was staring at him for death, the shadow cast by the wolf was replaced by another scene.

It was still a place where I couldn't see my fingers, but I could faintly hear the sound of dripping water. There seemed to be a naked woman in his arms, and Han Feng's heart moved—this was the remains of the Holy City in the depths of the Snow Dragon Mountain. It was his fondest memory, and the most painful one. He vaguely knew that this was the night of the Mingxi Ascending Dragon Array, and it was indeed that night.

He vaguely heard a whistling sound coming from the stone wall behind him, and vaguely heard Mingxi holding a stone in his hand and carving something on that wall. Then, he heard Mingxi's voice: "I'm sorry, it's better to kill you." Immediately afterward, there was a tingling in his chest, as if something sharp had pierced him.

Han Feng roared, but when he came back to his senses, he felt that his body was hot and hot, and his skin was dry and painful, as if he had been burned by fire. He looked around, and then realized that he was in a sea of fire, which was his study in the palace of Fengguan Mangcheng.

The doorway was already blocked by a burning bookshelf, and there was only one door in front of him.

He still had the wounds on his body that had been plotted by the half-righteous woman, he covered the wounds, staggered to the door, pushed the door in, and saw that the two women in the door were holding swords against each other.

Wanrou and Liji, two women who are as close as sisters are like enemies at this time.

Both of them looked at him, and they spoke in unison, saying exactly the same thing: "She is Bai Tong." You kill her, and everything will be fine!"

The voice was hoarse and dull, it was Zhan Zhongqi's.

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