There is a special topic in the Taifu Calligraphy Department, that is, to study the remarks of those famous masters throughout the ages.

Ning Shu remembers that there was once a famous thinker who once had a witty saying in his writings: "The former Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a lifelike butterfly, and he was self-proclaimed and aspiring, but he didn't know Zhou." Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know that the dream of Zhou is a butterfly, and the dream of a butterfly is a week and a butterfly, and Zhou and butterflies must be separated, which is called materialization. ”

At that time, Professor Yu Lao said that it is impossible for people to distinguish between reality and illusion, people need to perceive the world, and the world also needs to be perceived, this perception is not completely accurate, the world you think is real, maybe it happens to be the world perceived by another person.

This kind of truth is mysterious and mysterious, and it seems to be somewhat logical, but it can't grasp any clues.

Whether the world is true or false cannot be determined, and whether the sage became a butterfly in a dream, or a butterfly's dream, is also the interpretation of later generations.

But Ning Shu now really felt his presence in the rain.

In the past, even if he was a primordial god butterfly, he had never had such an experience, and his transfiguration technique was closer to an effect similar to that of an incarnation outside his body, that is, he did not move himself, and turned into a Dao body.

Kunlun Xuan Ion's One Qi and Three Clears, Pei Nian, who cultivated the Yin and Yang Technique, were mostly proficient in this way, and the same was true before Ning Shu obtained the complete Yuan Shen Method.

After Xu Yuanxin taught him the complete "iQue Starry Sky Technique", he was able to completely separate the primordial spirit, and coupled with the particularity of the spells cultivated by his own body, he could achieve a certain degree of virtual and real changes, such as the butterfly transformation at this moment.

But the effect achieved this time exceeded his expectations.

Blend into the wind and rain, dive into the night with the wind, and moisturize things silently.

But there was no extra time left for him to think about the mysteries, because Xu Yuanxin was still helping him buy time, and he needed to comprehend the sword intent contained in the rain.

Butterflies fluttered, and sword qi continued to gush out between the weak butterfly wings.

At first, it was Ning Shu's own sword intent, because the butterfly's wings were engraved with his sword technique, but with the passage of time and the change of frequency, the sword intent that burst out of the butterfly's body was infinitely close to the sword in the rain.

This is the easiest and most effective way to do it.

Imitate.

Just like a child who has just entered the calligraphy world, he will definitely find a famous calligraphy to copy, whether it is a double hook method or a rubbing method, it is around an outstanding mark that exists in itself to feel the essence of it, and then gradually go out of its own way.

It is better to have the direction left by the predecessors as a guide than to go around blindly without a head.

Ning Shu prides himself on not being a genius, and those things that can have an epiphany or create his own spells have nothing to do with him, so it is very important for him to have a stunningly talented character in front of him to light a lamp.

Countless drops of rain, countless sword intents.

Blending into the butterflies, you also enter the world of Ning Shu's perception.

It's as if a picture scroll has been splashed with colorful paints, but these paints are not properly distributed, but one white and one purple.

It's messy.

What Ning Shu has to do is to turn these messy and unstructured paints into a painting, not to become a treasure, but also to be reasonable and tidy.

The sword is the pen, and the sword is the ink.

He'd done it before.

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In the cave full of white bones, although Ning Shu could not be seen, whether it was Xu Yuanxin or Lu Xue, they could clearly sense that the momentum carried in the rain had changed.

Unlike Ning Shu, who wanted to copy the sword intent of the ancients, in Xu Yuanxin's perception, these rains brought Ning Shu's sword intent.

Although the host and guest are different, no matter which kind of change, it is the Jinghe Demon Fetus that is threatened by the pile of white bones.

A long, long time ago, that sword cultivator in the flood period slashed at it with a sword, destroying the foundation of the demon fetus, and even imprisoning it here. After a long time, the demon fetus survived with all kinds of unbelievable means, but he didn't expect that the sword would also last forever.

And now, it seems that this sword is really going to use the hand of a young man who broke into it to completely erase the demon fetus.

There may really be some kind of providence in the dark.

But the deer blood didn't want to die, or rather, it wasn't willing to die like this.

People who can survive long years by killing tend to fear death the longer they live, and killing is a means of hiding their fear.

Feeling the changes in the wind and rain under his control, the deer blood seemed to cry and laugh, his expression was particularly strange, and his hoarse voice was like two rusty kitchen knives constantly rubbing.

"He wants to kill me?"

Xu Yuanxin nodded and said, "I want to too." ”

"Why?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"But you know, if you kill me, you won't necessarily be able to get out. ”

"It's better than waiting to be killed by you. ”

"Why kill? We can coexist, you are me, and I am you. ”

"Sorry...... I don't want to live with anyone else. ”

Lu Blood looked at the girl with firmness in her eyes, and was slightly annoyed, because such firmness was a kind of contempt for him in his eyes.

"Then let's die together. ”

Xu Yuanxin shook his head and said affirmatively: "Only you will die." ”

The deer blood was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared, and it grabbed forward with both hands, and the small amount of flesh and blood on its legs was torn off the pile of bones one by one.

The flesh was blurred, the minced flesh clinging to the bones, and the dry skin like tree bark drooped on the legs.

Deer Blood struggled to climb down the pile of bones, as if he didn't care about the lost flesh and blood on his body.

"I'm in control of the storm, I can feel his struggle inside, if he wants to kill me, he has to break free from the storm first, and in this time, I can still do a lot. ”

The deer blood carried the body with both hands, and walked forward like a reptile.

At this moment, he is no longer the scholar of Chen Guo who entered the Taoist path because of the ruin of his family, because of the excessive consumption of essence and blood by climbing down the bone pile, the skin on Lu Blood's face shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fit on the raised cheekbones, as if there was no fat, only skin and bones.

The eye socket is so sunken that the whites of the eyes are not visible, and only the blood-red pupils are enlarged enough to occupy the entire eye socket.

The body was even more terrifying, the upper half of the body was hidden under the tattered clothes, and the lower half of the body was forcibly separated from the sticky bone pile, causing Sen Ran's white bones to be exposed to the air, and as his body moved forward, black and red blood marks were dragged out on the ground where he passed.

is so bloody and terrifying, at this moment it is the real Jinghe Demon Fetus.

The monster that had been transformed from the bones in front of Xu Yuanxin's body had already dissipated, turning into smoke and pouring into the body of the demon fetus to keep it strong enough to crawl in front of Xu Yuanxin's body.

The girl looked at the evil ghosts that kept crawling towards her, and the talisman in her hand trembled slightly.

The distance between the two is neither long nor short, because the cave is not big, and the speed of the demon fetus is also very slow, it can be said that it is moving, but Xu Yuanxin has no strength to escape, so he has to lean against the stone wall and watch everything that is going to happen in front of him.

"The taste of a living person...... Fresh life ......"

"How delicious is a girl...... Tut...... A divine soul containing Kunlun immortal energy...... It's exciting......

The demon fetus sighed to himself as he bent his palms into claws, and embed fingerprints into the ground in front of him one by one, and then moved his dilapidated body with his strength.

Before he got close, Xu Yuanxin felt the cold air coming from in front of him, and couldn't help but shrink his feet.

"I can't get out even if you eat it, and if I'm right, the wind and rain in this cave are both your nourishment and your shackles. ”

"But if I eat you, I will be able to find the kid who disappeared, and then I will also be able to enter his perceptual world and find the secret of his integration into the wind and rain, so that the shackles will be broken naturally, and the world is so big, where can I go?"

Xu Yuanxin was silent, and said after a while: "You will die." ”

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Ning Shu was shuttling through the rain at the moment, feeling the sword intent in it.

He was originally copying the sword intent left by the ancients, but in the end, he found that the sword intent in his memory could not be found, and all that was left was the chaotic and disorderly sword.

It's like copying a painting, and in the end you find that the copy is gone, and all you have painted is a mess

There were all kinds of swords in his perceptual world.

And he needed to paint a picture with these swords.

The already messy drawing paper was constantly splashed with various colors, making it even more confusing.

Even if he doesn't put pen to paper, the colors will still be dyed.

Ning Shu held the sword in his hand, and he didn't know how to do it for a while.

The sparkling surface of the lake suddenly froze.

The sprouted flowers suddenly withered.

The cascading waterfall suddenly dried up.

The longer Ning Shu stopped moving, the more colors appeared on the painting paper of perceiving heaven and earth.

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The fetus crawled forward, reaching out as if it could grab the girl's white ankles.

He began to laugh maniacally, his tongue sticking out like a snake hyacinth, oblivious to the dirt on the ground.

"I am you, you are also me, the immortal fetus ...... from Kunlun Mountain"

"Your heart, your soul, your flesh ......"

"How delicious, I haven't eaten fresh flesh in years......"

Xu Yuanxin took a deep breath and said that it was fake not to be afraid, but she still pinned her hopes on the young man.

The creeping demon pressed at the weakened maiden, its withered claws touching the maiden's robe that was dragging on the ground.

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Ning Shu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the colorful canvas of the perceiving heaven and earth, and threw the long sword in his hand.

"Shhh ”

The cracking sound echoed in his ears.

Like a snowy lake in the middle of winter, the heavy ice suddenly bursts, and a jade cup filled with fine wine suddenly falls to the ground.

Clear, crisp.

This is the environment around Ning Shu.

A dream waking up.

Butterfly man.

An unpretentious sword fell from the depths of the cavern and slashed at the hand that had touched the girl's ankle as dry as a twig.

A stream of black blood gushed out, and hands and wrists snapped.