The young man was dressed in a green shirt, and stood with his hands in the afterglow, why didn't he explain the youth's vigor and frivolity.

Brother Pingtou squinted his small eyes and looked at the country tightly, and only nodded after a while, with no lack of appreciation in his expression.

"I think this world has begun, I really miss it, it's just..."

The afterglow was still warm, the flowers and plants trembled slightly, and a man and a beast stood side by side, quietly waiting for the last small world of the Monkey Tower to open.

The small world that evolved into the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth layers, also known as the Ming state of mind, is all generated according to the state of mind of the person who enters the tower to cultivate, and the name is taken to improve the effect.

Although there are good opportunities in the first three layers, but at this moment Jiangshan is not entangled in why the back is not separated by the compartment, blindly thirsting for the opportunity to come, if you are not fully prepared, even if the opportunity comes, do you have the ability to accept it?

When the glow of the light somewhere in the west of the small world was slowly opened, Jiangshan knew that the Ming state of mind at this time had been opened.

"I'd better go back to the Space Ring, I don't want to face my heart, good luck. After speaking, Brother Pingtou slipped into the space ring.

Jiang Shan was a little stunned, reached out and touched the ring on his left hand, exhaled slowly, and then lifted his steps and walked towards the west.

In the open space to the west of the small world, a beam of colored light fell straight down from the sky, leaving a circle with ancient runes in the clearing, Jiang Shan squinted slightly and looked up at the sky, the extremely prosperous colored light rippled, Jiang Shan was very surprised.

"This is the space tunnel? ”

I didn't have time to think about it, just when Jiangshan stepped on the circle, the colored light suddenly flowed, and a great suction force instantly sucked the Jiangshan away.

Jiang Shan stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he finally held on to a tree trunk with his hand, which stabilized his figure.

The colored light suddenly disappeared into the sky, Jiang Shan shook his dizzy head, stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, and only after a while did he feel relieved.

"Is this my inner world?"

The world in front of me is white, flat and wide, and even the tree trunk that I just held on to my hand is afraid that it is derived from the depths of my heart.

At this time, what he stepped on was only a boundless salt lake, the snow-white salt lake reflected his appearance, and between the frowns of the rivers and mountains, there was a faint wave on the surface of the salt lake.

"Could it be that the world that has been born from my heart is this salt lake?"

"Or is the salt lake just a part of it?"

When he came here, Jiangshan didn't know what to do next to pass the third assessment, and he was extremely confused.

Looking around, there was nothing but the smooth surface of the salt lake.

The blue sky was devoid of any clouds, and the afterglow seemed to appear suddenly, everything was so strange and lonely.

"Is it to use spiritual power to probe this world?" Jiang Shan already had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

"If you want to get out of this world, that's the stupidest idea, let's try to use mental power to probe it first. ”

The salt lake is extremely absorbent, and if you stay here for too long, I am afraid that the water in the body will dry up and die here.

As soon as he sat cross-legged on the ground, a sense of heat spread to the whole body, and the water and spiritual fluid in the body were obviously restless.

When the body was adjusted to the best state, there was a slight shock in the mind, and a brain wave spread to the surroundings with the brain of the country as the epicenter.

For a moment, there is another world in my mind...

In late autumn, the field of vision is yellow, the grass and trees are frosty, and on the flat boat in the river, an old man wears a hat and a cloak to fish.

"Grandpa, is it in stock today?"

A boy of about five years old stood on the shore covered with yellow leaves and asked the old man on the slightly rippling lake.

Hearing this, the old man opened his vicissitudes of life, raised a rare smile on his face, and beckoned to the boy.

Seeing this, the boy's heart suddenly rejoiced, jumped up and tapped on the ripples, and then jumped into the flat boat in the middle of the lake, and the flat boat was slightly offset before it stabilized on the water.

"Grandpa. The boy came to the old man's side, squatted down and picked up the fish basket hanging on the edge of the eaves, and when he saw that it was empty, he suddenly said dejectedly: "Grandpa, there are no fish to eat today, and the red in the snow in your cellar is not good for you." ”

The old man smiled indulgently, stretched out his dry palm and touched the boy's head, and said with a smile: "When did you hear that grandpa was fishing here?" ”

"Grandpa isn't fishing, why does he come to the boat every day. The boy asked curiously.

"Well, look. The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the four places outside the boat, and said with a smile: "Grandpa is fishing for the autumn colors of a river." ”

The boy pointed to it, behind the sparkling water, a yellowed maple leaf danced in the air, the big maple tree was strong and golden on the shore, under the snow-white mountain top, the yellow carpet in the valley was slightly wrinkled, and the autumn wind was blowing when it scattered pieces of golden, beautiful, and the heart suddenly felt spacious and comfortable.

"See?" asked the old man with a chuckle.

"See, it's beautiful. The boy sighed.

"I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the clear river, the maple forest in front of the boat has autumn sound, all year round is a gift, if you don't feel it with your heart, it is better to eat in this river, and you will lose your benefits. The old man said dotingly.

"The text is crepe, a little puzzled. The boy said with a bitter face.

"You, you, just feel it with your heart. Seeing the rod swaying gently, the old man picked it up and put it into the water again.

The boy was a little tired, snuggled into the old man's arms and hid under his robe, and soon fell asleep.

The old man looked at the boy in his arms dotingly, tightened his coat again, and then continued to look at the tip of the fishing rod.

A sail, a river, a fishing boat,

A fisherman with a fishing hook.

A pitch and a laugh,

A river with a bright moon and a river with autumn.

The afterglow passed lightly, the silver light gradually thickened, and after a while, it was actually a piece of snow white, and the old man seemed to have become one with the world, and he did not move at all even if the wind and snow blew.

The yellowed branches were covered with silver frost, and in a moment they became a thick snow-white color, and a thin layer of ice had gathered on the surface of the river, and the whole world was melted into one, except for the occasional gray-black eaves.

"Fusheng is only the old man, the snow is full of dusk, if you ask a few immortals, your words are ridiculous. ”

The old man may have recalled the past and gradually slept in the long river of memory.

"Grandpa, it's cold. I don't know how long it took, but the boy curled up in the old man's arms rubbed his eyes and whispered.

"Yes, don't you like the snow?" asked the old man, tightening his clothes in his arms.

"Grandpa, I love spring, it's vibrant. ”

"Oh, but Grandpa forgot. The old man pretended to be surprised.

"I asked my life preferences again, and you talked about the spring flowers, let me be free. ”

The old man smiled indulgently, and then made a casual move, the snowflakes were slowly melting, the immature green emerged from the branches, the calm river surface rippled lightly, the occasional fish and shrimp jumped out, and the warm sun also slowly rose from the east mountain.

"Okay, grandpa, let's paint back to the original appearance, so that I feel better. The boy came out of the old man's arms, stretched out his hand and shook gently on the warm water, his immature eyes revealing a little solemnity that should not be at this age.

"How do you know that Grandpa drew it?" asked the old man curiously.

"That black and white said, a stroke bows down, and a stroke of immortals bows their heads. The boy muttered.

A picturesque country, how many heroes.

A life is like a dream, and it is still a long time.

A stroke of the world bows down, and my lord rises and falls.

The immortals bowed their heads and disappeared.

Many past events are shaking in the eyes of the old man, and the last spring blossoms have become war drums and thunder, iron horse Jingo...

The rivers and mountains above the salt lake saw the broken rivers and mountains in the small world, and I don't know when two beams of tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes, and my chest was extremely dull.

"Is this my inner world?"

Looking at the scorched earth of the conjured world, the war, the infinite war, and then thinking back to the current world, it is not the picturesque country, and the country really can't believe it.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. ”

The horse leather shroud, the white bones were exposed, the relatives died, and Jiang Shan's body writhed unconsciously, looking weird.

The silver moon is already hanging in the sky in the territory of Mingxin, although the passage of time in the small world is ten times slower than that of the outside world, but at this time, Yuzhu Peak is also hanging in the sky with a silver moon.

At this time, Jiang Shan's body kept twitching, one hour, two hours, three hours...

His lips were cracked, his face was dead, and Jiang Shan had always been trapped in the Jin Ge Iron Horse drawn by the old man at the end, as if he had experienced it himself, and he didn't remember that he was only assessed by entering the tower.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Shan's convulsive body suddenly fell on the surface of the salt lake, without a trace of breath.

"Not leaving?"

Suddenly, the old man fishing in the lake said three words inexplicably, and he was shocked into a cold sweat.

Jiang Shan slowly walked out from behind the trunk, and the hairs on his body were already standing.

"Let's go, it's just a world. The old man moved the fishing rod he was holding tightly in his hand, as if talking to himself.

"What do you call your seniors?" Jiang Shan finally couldn't help asking.

The old man seemed to have turned a deaf ear, and only after a while did he chuckle and said, "It's been too long, I can't remember it." ”

"That senior..."

Knowing that Jiangshan would ask, the old man said: "Let's go first, the road ahead is bumpy." ”

"Seniors, can juniors come to see you often in the future?" Jiang Shan finally asked.

"It's just a mental power, you can come whenever you want. ”

After speaking, the old man waved his hand lightly, and the small world of the rivers and mountains disappeared.

Ahem~

Jiang Shan's whole body was lying on the salt lake and coughing, reaching out to cover his mouth, and finally coughing up a pool of essence blood in the palm of his hand.

At this time, he was dizzy, most of the spiritual fluid in his body had disappeared, and he was weak, Jiang Shan struggled to stand up, looking around with a dead face.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his left hand, took out the spiritual liquid from the space ring and drank it, and only recovered after a long time.

"You should be glad that you're only 10 years old and have less experience. "Brother Pingtou also sent divine thoughts from the ring.

Jiang Shan nodded undeniably, he almost couldn't get out before, it was because he saw Yin Ziyue being devoured by the demon clan with his own eyes, and he was grief-stricken, but fortunately, the old man who was fishing at the end reminded him that he suddenly woke up.

"Don't release your spiritual power now, lest you enter the illusion again. Seeing that Jiang Shan planned to test whether his spiritual strength had grown, Brother Pingtou reminded loudly.

Hearing this, Jiang Shan hurriedly withdrew his divine thoughts, and was afraid for a while.

"Then have I ever been there now?" Jiang Shan asked anxiously.

"Didn't I tell you before, Qi Tian Pagoda was originally an auxiliary cultivator, what does it have to do with it?"

"I know after you say it, but isn't it an assessment now, what if you don't pass? Jiang Shan said with an innocent face.

"Cut~ What's too much, as long as you don't die from here, it's too much. Brother Pingtou said angrily.

Jiangshan Xindao is also the same, before Yin Ziyue said that whoever enters the tower and breaks through is either a body or a mortal, and he is still alive at the moment, and he has not turned into a mortal, so he thought that he had passed.

How to get out of the tower Jiangshan has not yet known, and has not yet received the hint of the state of mind, when he was bored, he suddenly remembered the old man in the small world of his illusion, Jiangshan felt that a thing was still familiar, and it took him to find it after looking for a long time in the space ring, and it turned out to be the pen given by the Snow Girl when he was in the Snow Clan.

"A stroke of the universe bows down, a stroke of the immortals bows their heads, what kind of majesty should this be, to dare to sing like this. Jiang Shan squinted slightly, seriously rummaged through the brush in his hand, and asked the flat-headed brother in the ring.

"Speak. Seeing that Brother Pingtou was silent for a long time, Jiang Shan called again.

"Forget it, you're an uncle. "No matter how Jiangshan is, Brother Pingtou is silent, Jiangshan has no choice but to give up.

Bang~

It was at this time that Mingxin actually remembered the thunderbolt, a thunder dragon with a thick arm happened to split Jiang Shan's body, only to feel that his mind exploded and his eyes were hard to open, and after the dazzling sharp decrease, Jiang Shan was stunned to find that he had now returned to the first layer of Qi Tian Tower.

"I'll go, will I be struck by lightning every time I finish cultivating in the future?" Feeling the slightest thunder in his body, Jiang Shan was surprised.

At the right time, the stone door outside the first layer slowly opened, thinking about the so-called death triple of the elixir peak, he barely passed, thinking that Yin Ziyue would definitely be waiting for him happily outside, and the outer body would congratulate him with warm applause, and the corners of Jiang Shan's mouth raised a smug smile at the right time.

Stepping out of the stone gate, the country stood with his hands in his hands.

And the imaginary scenario did not appear...