Some miscellaneous thoughts flashed in Yanhe's heart, and she remembered the day when she was inherited. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and that inheritance is now the "river map" that she does not cherish in the arms of Bai Yi, on the contrary, there is also a "Luo Shu" that records the mystery of the operation of the heavenly machine. However, "Luo Shu" was obtained by the lazy guy who was as lazy as the young man in front of him, and they should be able to talk very well with each other.

In fact, speaking of which, this lofty-sounding inheritance is actually not much higher than the man-made adventure "Nine Yin True Scripture" that Bai Yi had met before. It is also recorded that the short axis of the "River Map" scroll has a little calming effect, and the river atlas on the scroll records the constantly changing topographical dragon veins on the land of China through words and interpretation for so many years. Perhaps for people who are interested in the world, this can be described as a supreme treasure, but when it comes to individuals, it really doesn't have a big effect.

And the only thing that has a little effect is a set of fingering techniques to straighten out the body's qi and veins and stabilize the five organs of the heart, which Yanhe calls "fingertip diagram". This is also the way that Yanhe decided to use to redeem the mistakes he had caused, anyway, she was the leader of the "Divine Eagle", and she was not needed in the actual battle.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in her heart, Yan He and Bai Yi sat opposite each other on the bed, she held her breath and concentrated, mobilizing her internal qi to convey it to her fingertips, condensing into a wisp of qi half an inch long. The internal qi of many years of meditation practice is extremely pure, and for the internal qi that is very difficult for others to release, in the eyes of Yanhe, as long as you calm down, it is as simple as eating and drinking.

With his understanding of the meridians of the human body, Yanhe's fingertips were as steady as a mountain, and he smoothly began to adjust the breathing of Bai Yi with his gentle and mellow internal qi.

This is not the first time that someone else's internal qi has invaded his body, but Bai Yi still noticed a slight difference, and he also has a deeper understanding of the nature of internal qi. If the last time, when An Yiru helped him penetrate the meridians, the madness and destructive power hidden under the surface of the warm Taoist internal qi made him very impressed. So this time, Yan He's internal qi that seems to merge with his own body ** and is generally unique, makes him even more unforgettable.

The appearance of those people's bodies may be false, but with the internal qi that this world extends naturally, in the eyes of Bai Yi, it is irrefutable and true. Just like wine tasting, the shell is just a container for reality, and the inner qi in it is the reality with the most personal character.

However, at this time, Bai Yi, who had been in a state of confusion, also understood that Yan He was thinking badly, he was indeed in an unstable mood, but the demon in his heart was not his.

The flower of killing intent that meandered and grew was another person in his body, to put it mildly, to condense such a distinct killing intent, he was not qualified to do so. As for why that person was so excited, Bai Yi could only spread his hands, saying that he didn't know the reason at all.

However, after all, it was Yanhe's good intentions, even if Bai Yi felt that the killing intent would not affect his consciousness, he could only accept it peacefully, just like she once used a magic medicine on him to save him, disrupting his plans. This kind of helpless variable, if it is caused by words, he can only accept it gladly, who makes her the most important person to him now.

Sometimes, deliberate gentleness can become a warm but heavy burden, although Yan He may not think so, but Bai Yi feels that he must keep this in mind. It is not love to ask for what you will ask for, not to give, or to give but not to give.

Love, such a complex and simple thing, is never one-way, but blends with each other and pulls each other apart. Every interaction deepens the understanding between the two sides, and also brings changes after the run-in, just like the grass and trees and the earth and soil. The immature plants and trees continue to take root and infiltrate, absorb nutrients, grow, flourish, wither, and then turn into soil, achieving this stage of reincarnation.

With the gentle and subtle movement of words and fingertips, the white clothes seemed to have a certain Zen tranquility. His mind woke up from his dream, and he floated in a daze in the void that he had never seen before, staring silently at the pair of eyes that were opening. The vast void was empty, or rather something else, faint and invisible in the light of those eyes, and was robbed of all attention. At this time, Bai Yi's expression was confused, and his figure was faint like a virtual image that would be annihilated at any time, and he couldn't resist the oppression of those eyes at all.

Could this be the place beneath his heart?" A strange thought came to the white coat, and he had a guess about the eyes that exuded boundless power, as if someone whispered in his ear and told him the answer. And this whisper made him want to explore more and more what kind of existence these eyes were.

What kind of eyes were they? Bai Yi looked carefully, and the slight light revealed in those eyes seemed to be able to illuminate this dim and gloomy void. It was a grand immersion of the will beyond the world, and Bai Yi could feel as if a world was weighing on him, almost crushing him who was already confused and ignorant. How could the already uncertain figure withstand such oppression, as if it was an illusion, and Bai Yi heard the soft sound of a mirror cracking on his body.

However, at this time, the circulating fluorescence escaped, but suddenly gathered around him, like an invisible barrier, blocking all the pressure in an instant. In the confusion, it is like a figure accompanying him, gently holding his arm and giving himself the firmest support.

It's a dream! It's not real!

Suddenly came back to his senses, Bai Yi continued to settle his heart, he knew that he was careless, that person was really not a simple character. How could he give up his original idea because he had such a small upper hand, and Bai Yi suddenly realized that the crisis in his body had not stopped for a moment.

He was a little annoyed in his heart, his state of mind was indeed too fragile, but he was completely immersed in the meaningless little victory he had had, arrogant and unconscious. Fortunately, this time there was Yan He by his side, otherwise I am afraid that when he was bewitched by that voice to explore those eyes, he would have fallen into the will of that person who transcended the world, and became the slave or nourishment of the other party. This is not alarmism, but a fact that the white clothes are actually facing today.

He was really just a wretched creature destined to die, but still struggling, as he once said. This is his truest positioning, and other than that, it's all false appearances, nothing.

And that person, as expected, is worthy of being a martial arts character, and he really can't have a little bit of luck.