The battle with Lin Lang made Qin Lin more aware of the meaning of the existence of his eyes, and it seemed that all the power had become vulnerable in front of him.

"Of course, it has to be under the premise of enough strength..." He stood in the grass field and thought about all the details, and came to this conclusion, "If there is enough strength to support it, then I will be an invincible existence..."

Invincible is a very attractive word, and every time this thought crosses my heart, my heart can't help but beat fast.

"Old fellow, what are you looking for me?" He looked up at the sky, this grass field and this sword mountain didn't seem to be simple. It's not like the core area of the Lin family, it's more like... An entrance ····· A gateway to the Native World.

The light flowed, and the palpitating feeling came back to me. The last time I was dragged away by the old man with great magical powers, I also felt like this. The scenery around him was fast-paced, and the light followed slowly behind him. He gradually became addicted to the scenery, and there was a feeling of a dream.

The surrounding picture is flipped again, it is still a silent starry sky, or a dark boulder, and of course, the familiar smell is indispensable.

"Well, it's gone, and it's more energetic·····" Lin Congyun is still hanging upside down, he likes to see the world like this, "I went back to Jiangnan, it seems to have changed a lot..."

"That's not it, didn't you say it, it's also in good spirits. "For the old man's words, Qin Lin can only go along, don't try to understand what a saint says, it will make people crazy.

And even if that happens, it's still between the two to understand it. After seeing so many saints, he understood this truth.

"Flim Flam..." There was a glint in Lin Congyun's eyes, and it seemed... It's really different.

"Look at your sword..." Lin Congyun still stretched out his hand and summoned, and the Thunder Sword, Void Sword, and Ice Sword appeared together, neatly arranged in front of him. Qin Lin had already gotten used to it, and after he was prepared, everything that didn't seem to be so terrible. As an existence at the pinnacle of the Divine Domain, it would be strange that he couldn't do such a thing.

"Well, the divine court is full and the charm is commendable······ It's quite a bit of a gesture..."

"With these heritages, I can help you save a lot of effort on the road to growth in the future..."

"Shhh It actually appeared?" Lin Congyun only noticed the true change in Qin Lin after tasting the 'absolute beauty' of the three Dao swords, "So fast, why?"

"What happened?" Qin Lin was about to find someone to ask. He had a natural defensiveness towards the dean, and from the bottom of his heart he didn't want to communicate this secret with him. On the contrary, when I met Lin Congyun, I had this desire to ask.

Belief is a very amazing thing, no matter in every way, it should be to believe that the dean is better than Lin Congyun, but the truth is the opposite. From the moment he knew that the dean had concealed something about the Lin family, all the beliefs seemed to have to be pushed back.

It is true that there is no need for a saint to plot anything against an unknown boy, but what if it is related to another saint? You must know that he has several saints involved, and he cannot make himself a weapon of saints.

At this point, although Lin Congyun or Ao Mangkhut, even the dean had mentioned that he was a chess piece, but he was extremely disgusted with such a thing.

Destiny cannot be controlled in one's own hands, so what kind of destiny can we talk about? It is just a hypocritical lie.

After all, it is to live in a dream woven by others, and all the truth will turn into bubbles and go away with the wind, and at that time... That's where the real heartache begins.

"What have you experienced in Jiangnan?" the old man did not answer Qin Lin's question directly, but asked rhetorically, "That kind of major turning point that makes your mood change sharply..."

Qin Lin was also very curious when he heard this. Could it be that the saint can really know everything? His perception should not be wrong, the month in Su Yuan was very peaceful, and no one disturbed him.

And he and Lin Jing have always been together, and there is no leakage of Lin Jing's secrets, so there is only one explanation: the old man must know some secrets about himself that he doesn't know.

What is one's secret, what does one's existence mean? It's a maddening question.

I talked about the things in Jiangnan, especially the Snow Mountain and Su Garden, and omitted the matter of Xiliang College. focused on the matter of Ao Shanzhu and Su Xinyan, which made Lin Congyun silent for a long time.

"You should have felt it yourself, you have a shocking secret hidden in you..." What Lin Congyun said again made Qin Lin very interested.

Of course he knew.

The decline of the family, the fall of the father, and the exile of the eldest brother are all related to this. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that if it weren't for his birth, I'm afraid that the current God Domain would not be the turn of the Long family.

"I want to hear it!" Qin Lin sat down very seriously and looked at the old man, "If you can, be honest." ”

"How many people have said this in front of me, but it has always been to the point, will you be like this?"

"How many forces exist in this world?" the old man did not answer the question, but instead said something that was unrelated, "With your knowledge, listen to your answer." ”

"Strength?" Qin Lin was very confused, he really hadn't thought deeply about this question.

How many kinds of power exist? Cultivators perceive heaven and earth, temper their bodies with spiritual power, perceive heaven and earth with their souls, and comprehend the way of heaven and earth, and the mastery of each artistic conception is an embodiment of power. For example, the mystery of wind can increase the speed of people, and the mystery of thunder is reflected in the speed of moves····· Each mood seems to correspond to a force.

Then, the three thousand avenues in the world are the condensation of thousands of powers.

"That's right, it's not right..." After listening to Qin Lin's statement, Lin Congyun gave a nonsensical statement, which made people want to laugh. How could someone say something so funny? So is it right or wrong?

But Qin Lin looked at the old man, he understood that the old man's words were not a joke, he said it very seriously.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, your statement is acceptable, but in the eyes of people in the divine realm, especially those who have reached the extreme in a certain aspect, it is wrong. ”

"How to understand?" "The one who has reached the extreme is the saint." Qin Lin is not a saint, everything can only be solved by asking.

"These questions are meaningless to you now, and you can't understand them if you don't reach this level. Lin Congyun shook his head and continued, "What you need to know is that the so-called extreme is the truth. ”

"Do you feel this way yourself, everything in this world... It's all fake. ”

"All the power is clearly visible in your eyes. ”

Qin Lin's complexion gradually froze, this ····· He didn't tell anyone, why would a third party know.

"Don't doubt it, I said early on that I don't need to spy on you, there's no need for that. ”

"The power of the saints is what we call between the real and the false..." Lin Congyun's words were not shocking, "Cultivators are the transition from reality to illusion. ”

"The ultimate in cultivation is the !! of vanity"

"What is true and what is false?" Qin Lin was simply unheard of for such a statement.

"Simply put, you're different from everyone else!"

"What seems true to you is false. What appears to you to be false is true. ”

What is this, what is it that makes me different from everyone else. It was really difficult for Qin Lin to understand this sentence, but he couldn't find any good reason to refute it, after all, ······ It seems like that's it.

Whether it is the battle with Moran or the battle with Lin Lang, they are carefully explaining this problem. Everything he saw was different from what everyone else saw.

"The so-called cultivators, at first, attract spiritual power into their bodies and refine their own bodies!"

Then meditate to comprehend the heaven and earth, and realize the existence of artistic conception. ”

"Later it is the mystery, the trace of the Tao, the embodiment of the rules. ”

"All this is the reality that we can see, and this is the truth in the eyes of cultivators. ”

"But all this is an illusion in your eyes, is what I said wrong?" Lin Congyun's eyes were forced, and Qin Lin couldn't afford to flinch at all.

He wanted to lie, to see if Lin Congyun was cheating him. After all, this matter was too weird, and no one could know how he was feeling now, but this forced gaze made him feel a sense of fear.

It seemed like a good opportunity to get to the bottom of what was going on.

He nodded slowly, this simple action used up almost all his strength, and he was sweating.

"How do you know?" Qin Lin asked a very silly question. Why did Lin Congyun know? Because he is a person who is between the false and the true, and he is a person who has been immersed in this realm for thousands of years, if he does not have this understanding, wouldn't he have lived in vain?

"The system of cultivators comes from the ····· of God Emperor Xu Kang" Lin Congyun talked about history, these things are now unexaminable, and can only be passed on by word of mouth, "When the realm was first decided, it was extremely difficult to judge in the sacred realm, because this was an important transitional stage. ”

"It is a place where two forces intertwin, a crossroads where truth and fiction converge. ”

"And everything you know is a rumor from later people, anyone can call it a saint·····?

"The so-called saint is to really see through the truth and understand the truth, in order to be considered a saint. ”

"And as you know, there are five stages in the sacred realm, primary, small, grandmaster, great, and sage····· Yes and no?"

"That's wrong too!" he was sure of a finger in the depths, as the finger moved, the starry sky in the distance gradually became distorted, and finally what was revealed in front of Qin Lin was a fine dust, "That's it, the smallest thing you can see with the naked eye, do you know how heavy it is?"

"I can't imagine..." It was extremely difficult for Qin Lin to see this dust with the naked eye, so he could only rely on his perception to judge the approximate situation.

But it was this perception that made him feel a sense of great oppression. If you are hit by this dust, absolutely... There is absolutely no corpse...

"This is the power of vanity..." Lin Congyun was very proud, there were not many people in the Divine Domain or even the Nine Domains who could do this kind of power, "It's not right, it can only be regarded as an entry-level." ”

"Only one kind of person can have true vanity!"

"It's your kind of person..."

Boom····· Qin Lin's mind seemed to have been struck by a divine thunder, and he suddenly became chaotic. Someone like me?

What kind of person am I?

Why people like me?

This sentence sounds more like a kind of disparagement and hatred······

From Lin Congyun's tone, it is not difficult to perceive his violence. Things that can make a saint unable to suppress his emotions are definitely not trivial.

And of course, more importantly: what kind of person am I?

"It's okay if you don't understand..." Lin Congyun understood that there might be something wrong with his attitude, a saint should have the bearing of a saint, "There will always be a day when you understand·····

"You need to understand that from the moment you start using this power, your path... It's different from everyone else..."

"And what you're struggling with now is the realm problem..."

"Yes!" Qin Lin was puzzled by this question, "My realm seems to be unstable and has been ups and downs, which makes me very worried. ”

"That's right, it's unstable!" Lin Congyun blinked lazily, "This is a protection mechanism, in fact, I don't know what realm you are in now, after all, I'm not that kind of person." ”

"It's up to you to decide for yourself. ”

"Now you need to worry about how to separate the real from the false, so that your body does not become a battlefield, when the two forces are intertwined, your ending will not be perfect. ”

Qin Lin finally understood something: in this world, there are two forces, not what he thought... Correspondence of the Tao.

"Is it dangerous?" Qin Lin was very concerned about this question, "What are you saying about imperfection?"

"I don't know..." Lin Congyun's answer was speechless.

You are the best of this world, a sage who has studied this world thoroughly, what do you not know?

Qin Lin didn't ask like this, because he knew that the old man's answer must be that sentence: I'm not that kind of person.

What kind of people?

"Someone knows, I suggest you go to him!" Lin Congyun finally revealed his purpose after saying a lot, "He is a very extreme person, and he is also a person who makes people feel scared." ”

"Before you go, I need you and Jing'er to set the wedding date·····"

"Who is he?" the man who frightened a peak saint····· This statement alone made people shudder, Qin Lin had the heart not to go, but seeing Lin Congyun's energy, he understood that this might not be something he could decide.

Of course, you can decide whether to go or not, which is equivalent to making a choice.

Going means that there is a solution, and not going is equivalent to accepting an imperfect ending.

He didn't think that the imperfection in the old man's mouth would be the kind of eating, no wine, getting married, and no daughter-in-law, it must be ····· The boundary between life and death.