As he spoke, he inspired another spirit painting, on which a colorful butterfly was drawn.

"This butterfly is called 'Asking Heart Butterfly'. It can go straight to the deepest part of people's hearts, explore the secrets of people's hearts, and then make illusions, so that people can immerse themselves in their own memories and cannot extricate themselves. Guo Qingyou said.

The boy had a bitter face again, watching the Questioning Butterfly fly towards him.

The Questioning Butterfly flew in front of the boy and immediately spewed out a breath of mist, and the boy felt that he was surrounded by a fog.

Then the boy saw a familiar sight.

He saw the courtyard where he grew up as a child. The compound is very remote and looks a little desolate.

However, in this courtyard, the tall plane tree is still so tall.

He was surprised that two years after his mother's death, the man who was nominally his father had ordered his subordinates to cut down the sycamore tree, but now it seemed that the sycamore tree was still in good condition.

Next to the plane tree, there is a circle of vibrant flowers and plants, which were planted by his mother herself.

The time of living in this small courtyard, although the conditions were very difficult, was the happiest time of his life.

He approached the house in the courtyard and heard the conversation between his mother and his personal maid Lychee, and his heart immediately beat uncontrollably.

The mother is still so soft-spoken, and the lychee is still so playful and cute.

The two of them were embroidering and talking at the same time.

The boy pushed the door and walked in, and saw his gentle and generous mother. She sat on a couch and looked laid-back, smiling like spring.

When she saw the young man, she immediately beckoned, "Xuan'er is back, where are you going to play today?"

Listening to his mother's words, the boy suddenly felt a hot liquid gushing out of his eyes.

"Why did Xuan'er cry, was she not well-behaved in the painting hall and was punished by the husband?" said the young man's mother, who took the young man's hand.

The boy was surprised to find that his hands were much smaller, and his arms were white and tender, and he looked like a child of seven or eight years old.

Lychee next to him immediately stood up and took out a handkerchief, "Young master, you can't cry casually, you're such a big person, you can't still be like a child." ”

As she spoke, Lychee smiled and wiped away the boy's tears.

Surrounded by a thick warmth, the boy smiled: If this is a dream, I hope never to wake up.

The young man's name is Wang Mingxuan.

Although the Wang family is not as good as the three major families in Junyang, it is also a large family in Junyang.

From an early age, the children of the family have to be enlightened in the painting hall and learn to paint.

Wang Mingxuan's mother was detained in this small courtyard because she was not loved by her mother-in-law, that is, Wang Mingxuan's grandmother.

And his father, influenced by his grandmother, did not like to see his mother either.

Since he was a child, Wang Mingxuan's memories of his father have been unpleasant.

And his mother gave him the warmest and warmest memories.

However, when he was ten years old, his mother fell ill and died due to the difficult living conditions for a long time.

After the death of his mother, the only bit of warmth in Wang Mingxuan's heart disappeared.

Two years after his mother's death, the compound where his mother and he lived was also torn down, and then the huge plane tree was also cut down.

And Lychee, the mother's personal maid, died because she was lightened by the big housekeeper.

It was the darkest period of his life.

His heart was numb from the excessive pain.

Although, later, Wang Mingxuan showed his talent in painting, and was valued by his father, and no one could bully him at will.

And he also found an opportunity, killed the big butler, and avenged Lychee.

However, the mother and lychee went after all. His heart has no attachment to this world.

Now, suddenly back to his childhood, he saw his mother, Lychee, who was still alive, and he suddenly felt so happy.

He decided that he must make good use of this time, find a way to cure his mother's illness, and find a way to make the big housekeeper with a beastly face not insult Lychee.

Thinking of this, his heart swelled with endless fighting spirit. Yes, as long as he showed his talent in painting, no one could bully him.

In the past, he was too busy to have fun, he didn't like to study painting, he didn't like to go to class, but he won't.

He was going to use his talent to show unparalleled talents, so that all those who despised him and her mother would no longer despise them and be jealous of them.

Thinking of this, Wang Mingxuan put away his tears, and then threw himself into his mother's arms, "Mother, I miss you." Sister Lychee, I miss you too. ”

My mother laughed, "I didn't see me for a morning, and I missed me." You child, when will you leave your mother? ”

Wang Mingxuan's mother also reached out to hug Wang Mingxuan, and then gently patted Wang Mingxuan's back......

Wang Mingxuan felt that his mother's arms were so warm and soft, that he really wanted to hide in his mother's arms like this for the rest of his life.

At this time, Wang Mingxuan's eyes suddenly flashed, and then his mother and Sister Lychee were gone, and the scene suddenly changed, and he was still in the studio of the art academy.

All the classmates looked at her in amazement.

And Guo Qingyou also looked at him with a little apologetic eyes.

He understood, he was trapped in a hallucination.

Suddenly, his heart began to ache again. Even if it is a fantasy, he hopes that he can spend a little longer, so that he can get together with his mother and Sister Lychee.

Naturally, the other classmates didn't know what Wang Mingxuan had experienced in the Illusory Realm, they just saw him crying and saw his weakness.

And the situation that is connected to the heart butterfly is that he understands everything.

Guo Qingyou patted Wang Mingxuan on the shoulder, "Classmate Wang Mingxuan, thank you for showing the students the role of illusion." Alright, you go back to your seat. ”

Wang Mingxuan was stunned in his heart. Although it is an illusion, the warmth of his mother's arms and the laughter of Sister Lychee are so real and make him nostalgic.

In the illusion, he even thought that he could live like that until he was old, but in an instant, he returned to this cold reality.

Wang Mingxuan finally understood why many people knew it was an illusion, but they still indulged in it.

The other students were still waiting, originally they thought that Guo Qingyou would ask Wang Mingxuan to tell him about his experience in the illusion created by the Questioning Heart Butterfly, but Guan Qingyou did not do so.

It made many students a little disappointed.

Yuan Yuan took a deep look at Wang Mingxuan: This classmate is also a person with a story.

At the same time, Yuan Yuan finally realized the power of illusion and experienced the excellence of miscellaneous masters.

Originally, Yuan Yuan was still a little prejudiced against miscellaneous scholars, thinking that they didn't have much combat power, and their role was rather chicken.

Now that I see Wang Mingxuan's performance, I understand that illusion can kill people invisibly.

If someone attacked and killed Wang Mingxuan when he was immersed in the illusion just now, he would definitely be able to do it easily.

Moreover, the situation that has mastered the secret of Wang Mingxuan's heart can be used in many ways to let Wang Mingxuan be used by her.

This is the horror of miscellaneous, illusion.

Guo Qingyou clapped his hands, "Okay, today's illusion is here for the students." After class, students can go back. ”

With that, Guo Qingyou and Guo Qingshan turned their heads and walked out of the studio.

Many classmates surrounded Wang Mingxuan, who had a gloomy expression, hoping to know what he saw in the illusion.

Wang Mingxuan had a gloomy face and didn't say anything.

These classmates found it boring and left one by one.

Yuan Yuan didn't surround him. Yuan Yuan, who has lived one more life, naturally knows that it is better not to reveal the deepest scars hidden in everyone's heart.

That kind of feeling will make people hurt to the bone marrow.

Yuan Yuan walked out of the studio, ready to find Wu Daniu, and then went back to the villa.

Who would have thought, when he walked out of the studio, he saw those who followed the martial arts in the square, all looking at Wu Da Niu.

And Wu Da Niu, sitting cross-legged, the green tendons on his face burst out, and he seemed to be very painful.

And the surrounding warriors, with a little envy and a little jealousy, looked at Wu Da Niu.

Yuan Yuan patted his head, he really forgot, a few days ago, Wu Da Niu said that he had touched the fifth-layer barrier.

Now he should be trying to break through the five-layer barrier and want to step into the five-layer realm.

Wu Da Niu is only in his early twenties, and he is already a fourth-layer master, and if he can step into the fifth-layer realm, it will be even more incredible.

No wonder those martial artists looked at Wu Da Niu with such eyes.

These people are only at the third and fourth levels. Most of the people in the fourth-layer realm are almost thirty years old.

Compared with Wu Da Niu, it is really much worse.

That's why they are so jealous of Wu Da Niu.

Although these people were jealous of Wu Da Niu, no one made a sound to disturb Wu Da Niu.

It is a very despicable act to disturb other people's cultivation in a loud voice, and it is tantamount to forming a grudge with others like the hatred of killing one's father and the hatred of taking one's wife.

Among these people, such as Wu Qingjiao and Peng Jiaqing, although they had some gaps with Wu Da Niu, they did not dare to destroy Wu Da Niu's cultivation at will.

Once you have a grudge, it's a never-ending end.

Wu Qingguang walked over, with a little regret, "Wu Da Niu is a side branch of our martial family. When I was a child, when I chose to follow a warrior, he also came. But my father didn't choose him. Now it seems that it is really a pity, I didn't expect his talent in martial arts to be so amazing. ”

Yuan Yuan smiled: Fortunately, you didn't choose him, otherwise how could I have the opportunity to let Da Niu be my follower martial artist?

For Wu Da Niu, Yuan Yuan is really fond of it. This young man is hardworking, able to endure hardships, has a good temperament, and has outstanding talents. I was really lucky to meet him when he was at his most down, and chose him to be his follower.

And at this time, Wu Da Niu also reached the most critical moment.

I saw that the surrounding aura was rapidly surging towards him, and even formed a vortex on his body.

Then, Wu Da Niu seemed to hear a thunderous sound, which rang in his ears. Then, he felt the torrent-like vitality that finally broke through the five-layer barrier and ran through some meridians that he had never reached before in his cultivation.

Wu Da Niu stood up and suddenly let out a loud shout, "The line of life and death, if you advance, you will live, and if you retreat, you will die, I am the fifth layer of heaven." ”