A cloud of light, shuttling through the darkness, not knowing where to go.

The abyss, leisurely, does not know the bottom, and does not peep into the realm.

Falling, unconscious.

Feng Jialun was once again wrapped in a gray mist, falling, forming, sounding, smelling, taste, touching, all five senses were lost, a person, an abyss, a self, and nothing else.

This time, he seemed to be enlightened, and subconsciously, he sensed the golden light that had been summoned earlier.

The road ahead is foggy, and he doesn't know where he is, and he is waiting.

In the depths of his mind, the place where consciousness gathers, is still the old man in the yellow robe, the chaos in front of him has opened, the turbidity and the two qi are separated, he holds the nine-story glazed pagoda in his hand, blooms with golden light, expells the darkness, and turns into a lighthouse to guide the way to the comer.

Yin and yang, the qi of the two instruments, one clear and one turbid, one day and one place, sun and moon, day and night, cold and heat, men and women, up and down, etc.

Yin and Yang are mutual, Yin and Yang are cultivated, Yin and Yang are opposed, and Yin and Yang have the same root.

There is yin and yang, chaos, infinity, and two in life.

Yin and yang, sympathetic incarnation, all creatures in heaven and earth.

This is the beginning of life, a good start.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

All things are negative yin and embrace yang, and they are impulsive and peaceful.

Yin is cold, dark, gathering, and materializing.

Yang is heat, light, and gasification.

Follow the guide, return, the light of consciousness. The old man shouted, and the pagoda in his hand burst into golden light, shooting into the boundless sky, opening up a passage.

Feng Jialun sensed a familiar call, and for the third time, a sense of light flickered in front of him, and he chased forward along the light, feeling warmth and peace, and his soul calm.

The endless abyss can't be stopped, there are lighthouses, people with directions.

In front of him, a golden point of light kept getting bigger, and in Feng Jialun's perception, he saw a nine-story glazed tower, blooming with brilliance.

There are words on the tower, and the nine floors have their own names.

Qiangong, Kan Palace, Gen Palace, Zhen Palace, Middle Palace, Xun Palace, Ligong, Kun Palace, Dui Palace.

Nine Palaces, One Kan Palace, Two Kun Palaces, Three Zhen Palaces, Four Xun Palaces, Five Middle Palaces, Six Qian Palaces, Seven Dui Palaces, Eight Gen Palaces, and Nine Palaces.

A stone platform, countless ink-colored stone tablets, the qi of the two instruments, differentiated, he fell on the platform, no longer falling, quietly suspended.

The ink-colored stone tablet has words, which are blurry, and Feng Jialun 'sees' clearly.

Under the stele is surrounded by countless circles, very similar to the annual rings of a tree, and each stele has it.

There was someone on the stone platform, he sensed the presence of someone, and that person smiled at him and expressed kindness.

This time, he sensed his vague appearance, an old man in a yellow robe, who seemed to be the one he had seen in the 'Alchemy Pavilion'.

Feng Jialun stayed in front of the old man, floating, unable to open his eyes, unable to wave his hands, hazy, his mind had been enlightened, and his consciousness had not been opened.

This was once a realm of nothingness, but now, there are living beings and stone tablets appearing.

Yin and Yang are evolving, and everything is changing.

All that is needed is time, waiting, patience, essential.

The old man in the zodiac robe: "Open your eyes and open your 'cognition'." ”

He shouted heavily, and the nine-story glazed pagoda in his hand emitted a golden light, shining on Feng Jialun's body, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Zhong, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, the nine characters, flashed one by one.

Feng Jialun felt warm all over his body, and the pure energy poured into his body, converging on his eyes, shining brightly.

His eyelids twitched, and he tried to lift heavily, slowly, slowly, gradually.

It's been a long time, and I don't know how much time has come.

Feng Jialun waved his hands, but he couldn't touch his eyes and was weak.

He was angry, manic, sweaty on his forehead, and cold palms.

The old man in the zodiac robe: "If you don't open it at this time, when will you wait for it?" ”

The old man urged the pagoda, and the nine golden rays swept up and down the stone platform, contaminated with the yin and yang qi of the two instruments, injected into Feng Jialun's body, and opened his world.

Finally, Feng Jialun opened his eyes, yin and yang eyes.

However, his eyes were hazy, and the gray mist obscured him, wrapping around his eyes.

The eyes are full of colors and colors.

He couldn't see anything, struggling.

The old man in the zodiac robe: "Hey...... ”

A sigh seemed to light up Feng Jialun's life.

In an instant, it seemed that his eyes were no longer hazy, his pupils were clear and clear, and he hurriedly glanced at the world in front of him, and the world was beginning to open.

Watching itself, the fetus?

In an instant, he woke up and reluctantly left this world.

Dormitory, Feng Jialun opened his eyes, sweating profusely, this time he had a strong sense of self, and even got a glimpse of the world he fell, at this moment, in his mind, an inexplicable scene appeared.

He casually picked up a box and opened it, a huge pearl of the night.

Three-inch size, Danzhu, faint brilliance, in the dark night, giving people comfort, ease and peace.

This is a parting gift from Jingshu to him.

Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, hating to meet when he was not married. ”

The pain of that burst, the self in the emotional waves, has not been settled for a long time, and it has not stopped for a long time.

Brilliant emotional sustenance, whether dark or light, whether depressed or free, is the most unforgettable, the momentary condensation of youthful emotions, eternal thoughts, for a long time.

He sent her, she gave it back to him, and he didn't know why.

However, he is afraid of the dark, and there is a night pearl in it, and he is much more at ease.

A purse is a strand of her hair.

The night is long, and I miss it, and I am afraid that the longer it goes, the slower it goes.

Feng Jialun rested his head, opened his eyes, looked at the wall, and thought a lot.

Dongqing Dragon King City, a sleepless city, a lively street intersection, Wumei Dumpling Restaurant, Jingshu holds her chin with both hands, as if she feels something, pondering.

After coming here for half a month, the business of her first-floor dumpling restaurant was not very good, there were fewer people who came here to eat dumplings, and more people played 'dumplings'.

Shui Dingsheng woke up in time, looked at Feng Jialun, and frowned.

He didn't know what was wrong with Feng Jialun, and he didn't want to ask.

So, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

The night is silent, the night is long, but it will pass.

At that time, Feng Jialun got up, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, looked at himself in the bronze mirror, stared, and stroked his face with his palm.

Immediately, Shui Dingsheng got up, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, and got ready.

The two left the dormitory and went to the Huifeng cafeteria.

Huo Gengyun slept well, laughed in his dreams, was stupid, got up quickly, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, and then ran.

Winds and fires, running, chasing time, chasing happiness.

Yun Yiyi got up, washed, dressed, looked in the mirror, opened the altar, and everything was as usual.

The fog surrounds the green mountains and rivers, and the sound of purple swallows makes noise in the forest. The neighbors are scattered, and the sun rises in the east and smiles. ”

It's a sunny day, a new day.

In the Huifeng Canteen, Feng Jialun and Huo Wu sat in a remote corner, just two of them, and the atmosphere was sweet.

Not far away, Qiu Jiawen stared at Shui Dingsheng, Shui Dingsheng squinted at Qiu Jiawen, neither of them was happy.

Fire Dance: "Jiaren, what do you think I'm different about today?"

Feng Jialun looked at Huo Wu, her face was very white, very tender, white and tender, watery, and beautiful.

Her neck, snow-white.

Her chest......

Qiu Jiawen ran over, furious.

Huo Wu slapped the table and glared at Qiu Jiawen, he clamped his tail and returned to Shui Dingsheng.

Instead, Fire Dance grinned and looked at Feng Jialun.

Feng Jialun: "You are beautiful today. ”

Fire Dance: "Wasn't I pretty yesterday?"

Feng Jialun: "...... ”

Huo Wu was dissatisfied, angry, and prompted. You look at my eyes, eyebrows. ”

She blinked her big eyes, her eyes were white, and the willow leaves bent her eyebrows.

Feng Jialun slapped his leg and blurted out. The water is the eye waves, and the mountains are the eyebrows. ”

Fire Dance nodded and was happy.

She deliberately drew her eyebrows today, looking at Feng Jialun as gently as water, it was not easy.

After the meal, Feng Jialun, Huo Wu, Shui Dingsheng, and Qiu Jiawen prepared to leave.

However, someone blocked it.

On Xia Yiri, accompanied by a man and a woman, the man was arrogant and the woman was arrogant, blocking the four people.

Xia Yiri looked at Feng Jialun with a smile.