Yun Yizi stood in the pavilion on the edge of the official road, looking at the Luofeng City in front of him, looking slightly confused.

Wu Wang's death has been recorded, where should he go next, and what will he go to record?

I went down the mountain, but I didn't know the direction after going down.

"What's wrong?"

The duck jumped on Yun Yizi's shoulder, asked casually, and then looked at the top of Yun Yizi's head, looking a little impatient.

The gentleman's mark loomed, apparently warning the duck.

Yun Yizi responded: "It's nothing, I just don't know where to go next." ”

The duck poked his head in the direction of Luofeng City, turned his head and said, "Isn't there a city in front of you?"

"I've seen the scenery of that city, so I don't have to go again. ”

Yun Yizi raised his head and looked at the city, his eyes were dyed with an inexplicable layer of sorrow, the thin green shirt rose without wind, and the sun was setting in the west, stretching his shadow very long.

The duck looked at him for a while, tilted his head and said, "What do you mean, I don't understand." ”

Yun Yizi turned around, put his hands behind his back, stepped on the soft grass on the edge of the official road, and said as he walked: "There are always many things in life that you don't need to understand, sometimes you know too much, but it's not beautiful." ”

Goo –

"What's the sound?" the duck looked at Yun Yizi's belly.

Yun Yizi's face was slightly red: "It's all vain, let's go, our journey has just begun." ”

The duck understood, and sneered: "You're hungry, and then you don't have any money, right?"

Yun Yizi didn't say anything, but just quickened his pace.

Luofeng City, he didn't really want to go, there were all broken buildings as far as the eye could see, and he didn't like that scene.

Yun Yizi's feet were not fast, only faster than trotting, and after walking for less than half an hour, he was a little out of breath.

The night is about to fall, Yun Yizi has not found a place to rest, the official road is long and narrow, as if there is no end in sight.

Yun Yizi stopped on the side of the road and rested for a while, the duck jumped off his shoulder, looked left and right for a while, looked up and shouted: "There are no people nearby, you can't fly, don't you need to run?"

"Whew, come on, I'll try. ”

Yun Yizi thought of the getaway that Zhou Changting had read when he ran away before.

"Pengzhi migrated to the south of the underworld, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one who swayed up was ninety thousand miles......"

Reciting the mantra, the breeze came naturally, and the tiredness of the legs was suddenly swept away.

Yun Yizi happily walked with his feet raised and experienced the pleasure of the wind under his feet.

The duck lay on Yun Yizi's shoulder, with a blank expression: "That's it, it's too slow, it's too slow, you should learn the sword flying ga." ”

"I won't, can Duck Senpai teach me?"

The duck turned his head: "Uncle Ben won't teach you." ”

Yun Yizi didn't ask, it is estimated that this duck is still remembering the hatred of the gentleman's mark.

The feeling of the wind under the feet is very pleasant, and the energy that can be consumed is also quite large, and after driving for more than ten miles, the speed slows down, but fortunately, on the left side of the official road, there are lights.

"There's a village in front of us, we can go and rest, and when we meet someone, don't speak. ”

Yun Yizi admonished and walked towards the light.

As the night deepened, and the doors of every house in the village were closed, Yun Yizi picked a nearby house and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

There was the voice of the old man asking vigilantly, followed by some trivial movements, as if rummaging through something.

"I'm a passing reader, it's getting late, can you spend the night here?" Yun Yizi asked with a clear throat.

The old man carried a paper lamp, walked over slowly to open the door, looked at Yun Yizi a few times, dressed in a clean green shirt, without any luggage, and a yellow-skinned duck lying on his shoulder, which was weirdly tight.

"Reader?" the old man freed his hand and pinned it behind him, perhaps with his support behind him.

Yun Yizi took a deep breath and explained, "Uncle, I'm from Luofeng City......"

Bang –

Before he could finish speaking, the old man closed the door, and then heard some chains, good fellow, not only closed, but also locked.

"You are still a scholar, you don't have any luggage, Uncle Ben looks at you like a ghost in Tsing Yi. ”

The duck saw that Yun Yizi was deflated, and happily ridiculed.

Yun Yizi reluctantly left this house, looked at the other houses that were still lit, and was a little moved.

"You are dressed like this, it's okay during the day, who dares to open the door for you at night, there is a small temple in front of you, and it will be one night. The duck reminded casually, yawned again, and was also a little sleepy: "Uncle is sleepy, see you tomorrow." ”

After speaking, the duck got into the Xuantong sword and fell asleep.

Yun Yizi didn't plan to knock on other people's doors, and according to what the duck said, he walked to the small temple at the end of the village.

The small temple is indeed small enough, the eaves are not as high as Yun Yizi, the left and right are only four feet wide, and there is a half-human-high stone statue standing in it, faintly with a human shape, no nose and no face, just that lump is placed inside, and there is a very bad red paper on the top.

"Yuliang has seen this land, passed by here, stayed overnight, and disturbed. Yun Yizi said hello.

The stone statue shimmered, and soon sank down again, as if responding to Yun Yizi.

Yun Yizi waited for a while, but he couldn't wait for the father-in-law of the land he imagined, and sat down with some pity.

The duck was sleepy, but he was so nervous that he couldn't sleep for a while.

After checking the Ten Thousand Worlds Chronicles for a while, and when I was about to sleep, I thought of a very important thing, and hurriedly groped for the exercises given by Izumo Guizi in my arms.

"Into the Spirit"

I couldn't see it because of my eyes.

Now that his Dharma Eyes have evolved from the formless aspect of the mind to the formlessness of all things, he should be able to watch this exercise.

Yun Yizi sat up straight with a sense of ceremony, put the magic trick on his legs, and turned the first page, and by the moonlight, Yun Yizi saw the portrait of the first page of the visualization map.

He saw it, himself.

Yun Yizi was silent for a while, closed the book, and rubbed his eyes. He thinks it's the wrong way he opened it.

Open it again, the first portrait is still painted by yourself.

Or that it can't be described by the word "painting".

It is a mirror, in which I reflect the image of myself looking at the book, and the moon on the top of the small temple of the land in the background.

The stone statue of the land shimmered, and a pair of stone eyes grew, and it was also looking at the portrait of Yun Yizi, what it saw was not Yun Yizi, but itself.

Yun Yizi wanted to scold his mother, but as soon as he had an idea, the gentleman's mark reminded him that this was a swear word, and a gentleman should not talk about it.

Could it be that Master is playing tricks on himself?

Yun Yizi thought about it and turned to the next page.

It's still yourself, or it's the same portrait.

Yun Yizi frowned, and then turned it again, it was still himself, he turned several pages in a row, and the portraits he saw were all himself.

Good fellow, Master has given yourself a mirror!

Yun Yizi wanted to cry and complained without tears, and at this moment, under the portrait, a line of small characters was condensed.

[After seeing yourself, you can see all beings. 】