When the tutor was teaching Xiao Xiaoli a lesson, he gave a vivid example.

"Little star, you can understand it this way, it's like your body is a big playground, and then there are a lot of children lined up like a solitaire on it.

Then each child had a needle in his hand.

Suddenly, a brick fell from the sky, and a child was smashed in pain, and stumbled forward, and the needle in his hand pierced the back of the child in front of him. ”

Li Xingxing's eyes widened and he imagined that situation, and then saw the teacher continue playfully.

The child in front of him couldn't stand it, he also stumbled forward, and then a needle pierced the child in front of him. ”

The teacher smiled and depicted the inhumane things, regardless of Li Xingxing's eyes opening wider and wider.

"Then the children are lining up to solitaire, right, that's it, one by one, each one who is pricked and hurts, just scream, and soon the whole playground, that is, your body, began to have a comprehensive pain, and your nerve center reported this pain to the brain!"

He blinked, "In other words, the kid at the front of the queue dropped a bomb on the principal teacher." ”

Li Xingxing was stunned to watch the bad teacher tell this tragic story with great interest, imagining a large group of children crying wolves on the playground, and a mushroom cloud rising in the principal's office in the distance.

"What does the anesthetic do?" the teacher looked at Xiao Xiaoli with encouragement in his eyes.

"Hmm, body armor, oh no, stab-proof suit!" Li Xiuping tilted his little head and thought cutely, and gave a guess.

"Ice candy!" the teacher snapped his fingers, "That's right, it's just put on a stab-proof suit, eh, the first child was smashed by a brick, desperately trying to pierce the one in front, pierced for a long time, the old god of the child in front of him is there, and he is still digging his feet boringly, understand?"

He leaned in front of Xiao Xiao Li, looking at the rosy little face, he couldn't help but want to pinch it, just waiting for him to say, I don't understand, teacher, he is going to do it.

Finally, Xiaoxing's classmate endured it for a while, but he couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned his head aside and covered his nose with both hands.

"Teacher. . . Can you stop eating garlic in the future and come back to class? ”

Little by little, the past came to my heart, and then drifted by like a cloud of smoke, and gradually disappeared to the back of my mind.

Li Xiuping watched those mirage-like things being sucked away, feeling that his mind was becoming clear little by little, and he felt that an invisible diaphragm was torn apart.

It was as if he was waking up from anesthesia.

He had probably confirmed that these were the souls that were extracted from Lu Zhengfeng's body.

Or rather, it's part of the soul.

Because Xiao An'an once had such an experience, not long after she turned into a demon, she couldn't eat anything, and then she was crazy hungry, and people gradually lost weight and became not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts.

There is a huge Li family, the five countries and three continents are all first-class families, and there are naturally many treasures and treasures, but even if they search the world, they can't find anything to satisfy their stomachs, so they can only watch Xiao An'an move towards an inevitable ending little by little.

Until one day, there was a person bought by their family, bullying a little girl, and she was inadvertently seen.

Xiao An'an, who had never seen such evil deeds, and even the things of men and women seemed to understand, finally couldn't bear it anymore, rushed up and just grabbed it lightly, and the villain fell to the ground and died.

Then the hunger is gone, but the brilliance remains.

Therefore, after turning into a demon, the soul is food.

He knew that very well.

But as the things were pumped away, he didn't feel the feeling of hunger rising up.

It was clear that the mass of souls had been devoured by him, filling his cravings.

And what is sucked by the flowers is not so much a part of the soul as it is a leftover, indigestible residue.

He remembered that after he ate Lu Zhengfeng, his mind was inexplicably unbalanced, and his emotions were uncontrollable.

He remembered the old man Niu that Li Hongyi had said, and Lu Changxian, who he had seen with his own eyes earlier.

Their spirits are out of control, and when they are on the verge of destruction, they will appear one by one in mutilated human form.

The figures were twisting and struggling, but they were hung behind them by a black wire, like a circus monkey.

Combined with the universal rules of this world, as well as the old tradition of cultivating immortals.

The inner soul and the outer soul, these two complement each other, and the relationship between opposites and unity is clearly placed in front of us.

The inner spirit, constant and imperishable, is the most common sentence or rule in the records left by all ancestors.

The difference between it and the outer soul is like the relationship between the commander and the army.

The inner spirit dwells deep within it, only in charge of the general direction, and does not participate in the operation of the outer soul.

The outer soul is like a strict system, which can be seen as an army with layers of official ranks, and its own set of rules and regulations to run the whole body.

And the lump of things that he Li Xiuping swallowed in one bite was a combination of the two.

Souls, souls, naturally there are outer souls, and there are also inner spirits.

Not to mention whether the hunger pang comes from within, or from the outside, it is always part of it, swallowed up by his inside, thus making up for something.

And the rest of the scum is piled up inside the body, which is the truest identity of the struggling and roaring shadows behind the two losers.

Let's combine the theories of anesthesiology.

Originally, the army was a unified and tight system, but suddenly a bunch of officers were inserted from outside.

This is like the aforementioned child has an extra stab-proof suit, and between the soldier and the general, there is an extra layer of diaphragm.

Of course, there will be problems with the coordination between the upper and lower levels, and these extra outer souls cannot be integrated into themselves.

They will even go beyond their boundaries, cutting off the domination of the inner spirit and making their voices heard.

Maybe after a long time, they can be assimilated, but until then, Li Xiuping has to constantly endure the passive deviation of thinking and emotions.

This kind of deviation, even he couldn't notice it, but it was thanks to Zhao Yingjian's unintentional words that he was pulled out of the sinking.

And Old Man Niu and Lu Changxian, obviously did not have that time, on the eve of their destruction, all the remnants of their souls that had not been integrated and digested were clearly displayed.

Those silk threads hanging behind him are not so much a cage of shackles as a repressive lock.

Once the restraints are released, countless outer souls will clash and collide with each other, and their own consciousness will be buried.

It is not an empty phrase that the mentally ill are in good spirits.

"Old man Niu, Lu Shenxian, these two people have clearly suppressed a lot of soul residues, and Xiao An'an and Uncle God Catcher have never mentioned this sea of flowers on the other side. ”

Li Xiuping watched the red strange flowers on his body recede one by one, and his heart was clearer than ever.

He clearly felt that since he came to this world, the hazy layer that shrouded him in the depths of his soul had been lifted.

It's just that now, he doesn't understand what it is.

After all, he is an optimistic character, and his mind is extremely clear, so he naturally thinks about it with one more layer.

He remembered a sentence he had read, there was no shore on the other side of the flower, and the soul was still in the river.

The so-called other shore is the existence of the other side flower, which is the real other side.

The so-called detachment is because of the existence of the flower on the other side, in order to be truly detached.

It is precisely because of the existence of these flowers that I can not be bound by external constraints, and can truly unify the inside and outside, and the soul is one.

This is the only detachment of the true self.

Without these red and bright flowers, which are like blazing flames, this so-called other shore is just another lonely and desolate rocky beach.

He remembered the day he had been forced to walk up the abyss, on the steelwire-thin pathway.

"But it turns out that it's really, it's the so-called Nai He Bridge!"

He suddenly realized in his heart why everyone who was immersed in the present wanted to cross the narrow and thin bridge of Naihe.

Because here, there are other side flowers.

Because here, detachment is possible.

Old man Niu and Lu Changxian didn't have the luck to come here, so Old Man Niu lived in the evidence center for a long time, alone, waiting for Li Hongyi to send him to the door.

And Lu Changxian, who was entangled in the same place by the souls up and down his body, relied on the dead man's pit under him, the fusion of those man-made external souls, and the mass of flesh, to suppress the increasingly uncontrollable mental deviation on his body.

Speaking of which, this Lu Immortal is really a great immortal, he actually took the road of the blood demon, and when the strong enemy arrived, he resolutely made a decision and gave up half of his body.

At the same time, he also walked out of his own detachment.

Although in the eyes of Li Xiuping today, this detached way is tantamount to losing watermelons and picking up sesame seeds, but in Lu Changxian's own view, this is the only choice.

Because there is no other Li Xiu'an on his body.

Although the little boy is a celestial and a god descends to earth, on this path of cultivation, he simply crosses the river by feeling the stones.

There is no guidance from the predecessors, and there is no record of the classics.

Everything has to be groped for by himself, taking one step at a time.

If it weren't for Li Xiu'an, he would have fallen into that huge abyss hole by now, and he didn't know what he was already like.

I don't know where Xiao An'an is now?

The flowers on the other side of his body retreated completely, and his whole body seemed to be able to float up easily, and one turned over and got up from the ground, and it floated lightly into the air, and then slowly fell.

He remembered that Li Xiu'an was swallowed by the vigorous black tide that day, in exchange for his ease today and detachment in the future.

"The flowers on the other side, the flowers I said casually, are really the flowers on the other side!"

He remembered the flower language of the other side of the flower.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves never disappear.

The yellow spring shines on the other side, and the flowers bloom for a thousand years.

Love is not cause and effect, and the leaves fall for another thousand years.

The flower name is Manzhu, and the leaf name is Shahua.

In the end, we will never see each other.

"I don't believe it!" he shouted into the abyss, "Little An'an, I will definitely bring you back!"