Phantom Dust tilted his head slightly, looked at the few hibiscus trees blooming in the garden, and replied with a sense of understanding everything.

"Although you have half of his primordial god, but you can't control half of the mana that he injected into your body with the primordial god, although you have been cultivating at the bottom of the pond for a hundred years, thinking that your skills have greatly improved, but what has increased is only this hundred years of cultivation, and the true mana that belongs to you has not yet awakened. ”

"I haven't awakened yet," I was puzzled and unconvinced by Phantom Chen's answer, "Since I have remembered the past and remembered my true identity, how can you say that the mana that belongs to me has not yet awakened." ”

Phantom Dust raised his hand, and a touch of pink smoke floated out of his palm, gradually condensing into a pink flower, which was a hibiscus flower.

"Heaven must not be revealed, and you will naturally understand when the time comes. ”

Her five delicate and slender fingers slowly clenched it, and gently grasped the pink hibiscus in her hand, and with a little mana in her palm, the beautiful pink color turned into countless pieces in an instant and disappeared.

I didn't know what she was doing, and I didn't want to continue to entangle with her on this issue, so I asked again, "Where is Yihan, where is he?" ”

"He is now a Buddha without vain Bodhi, going to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and purifying sentient beings, I don't know where he is at the moment. There is only providence in the dark, and I advise you not to be too persistent. ”

The so-called words are not speculative, and I don't want to say anything more to her, so I sneered and said: "There is only the will of heaven in the dark, since Yi Han is not here, then I will leave." ”

I turned around and left, smiling bitterly to myself as I walked, the cold-faced king who was originally born to kill the immortals and destroy the Buddha, but now he has taken what kind of "subjugation of demons and elimination of demons, and purifying all sentient beings", it is really ridiculous and sad.

After leaving the realm of illusion, I didn't go back to Chengming Valley, I didn't go to the Red Leaf Palace, I didn't know where my sister was, I didn't know where Yihan was, so I chose a random direction to look for aimlessly. Thinking that I have both a relationship with him and an ice jade, there will naturally be some kind of power just because we meet.

I just walked aimlessly, sometimes rising in the clouds, sometimes on foot, and when I met a beautiful horse, I galloped wildly, and then released the horse back into the wild.

And so seven days and nights passed, and I did not know how many mountains I had climbed, and how many rivers I had crossed, and beside one of the streams, the water was murmuring, and the water was clear, and I wanted to come near and wash my face.

At this moment, there was a long cry in the air, which was the cry of a goshawk. The eagle struck the sky, how magnificent, but there was a trace of sadness in this cry, as if it had lost something, and as if it was looking for something.

I walked to the edge of the stream and crouched down, the water was so clear that I could clearly see the smooth stones and small fish roaming freely.

I stretched out my hand and just wanted to take a sip of water to wash my face, but I saw my shadow reflected in the water, every edge and corner of my face, every eyelash was clearly visible, so who is such a delicate face, I was fascinated for a while and forgot to wash my face.

Eh, it seems to be a shame to boast so much, sorry, sorry.

I stretched out my hand, picked up a handful of stream water, and couldn't help but take a sip first, the taste was sweet and delicious, without the slightest fishy smell. Then he cleansed his face with water, and after washing, he took out a white silk handkerchief in his arms and wiped his face dry.

I stood up, looked up at the sky and stretched out, then turned and walked on.

It was noon, and I was walking down the stream and up to the north, so I happened to follow the direction of my shadow, but the shadow was a little short at noon.

The thought that the sunlight made the shadows that had been lost in the darkness see their own existence, but even so what could they do. After all, a shadow is just a shadow, and it is up to them to grow and die.

At this moment, a woman's voice came to mind above my head, and the voice was vast and far and near, but I couldn't find out where it came from.

The voice said: In the dark, you can't see your own shadow, but that doesn't mean the shadow doesn't exist. Because, there are always things that you can't see or think of, but they are always waiting for you.

I raised my head, searched privately, and asked in a loud voice: Who, what is talking, show up quickly, what is so much to hide, oh, I know, you must be too ugly to see people.

The voice disappeared, and there was no response, and I felt strange and helpless, so it was worth leaving the matter behind and moving on.

After walking more than 1,000 steps, I saw a few sycamore trees in front of me, and there was a stone table under the sycamore tree, accompanied by three stone benches, I happened to be a little tired, so I decided to go over and rest.

I walked to the table and tried to sit down on the stone bench, but my feet slipped and I almost fell to the ground, but fortunately I held on to the stone table in time, but I still broke my arm by the edge of the stone table.

"Ahh

I clenched my teeth and screamed, and sat down on a stool next to me.

There were a few birdsongs overhead, and when I looked up, I saw that it was two orioles, and I wondered why there was no phoenix on the sycamore branches, but it was two ordinary oriole birds.

At this time, the leaves of a plane tree just landed on the stone table, the leaves were not large, not sick, not yellow, it was a fresh green leaf, but for some reason it fell down.

I stretched out my right hand to pick up the new green that had fallen, put it in the palm of my left hand, and looked at it like that, strange to say, just ordinary plane leaves, but I looked at it and fell into silence, silence for a long time.

Thinking like this, I gradually fell asleep, and in the dimness I heard the birds on the branches fly away, and the leaves fall......

When I woke up, I found myself in a room, still lying on the table, but the stone table and stone bench had become a table and stool of scented sandalwood, and the sycamore leaf in my hand was gone, but replaced by a folding fan.

Surprised, I looked left and right in the room, and saw two closed windows on the left wall, and a painting hanging on the right wall.

The painting depicts a bright moon, a corner obscured by a dark cloud that sits down.

Under the moonlight is a cliff, there are two plum blossoms growing on the cliff wall, the plum blossoms that have passed through the snow are still proud, but there is a plum blossom that falls down. Below the plum blossoms was a boulder that stretched out of the mountain, where there was a frozen pond, but there were also a few melted ice holes, and the pond was not covered with snow, but only a few snowflakes fell here and there.

I was full of curiosity and doubt, I opened the folding fan in my hand and looked at the paintings on the wall, and I couldn't help but be surprised again.