"Obviously, let's go to the river and throw rocks, okay?"

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"Go, I just want to play with you. Go......" She tugged at my hand and shook it around. I was touched by a bright smile.

Liu Yun'er, why is her face a little blurry? It is getting more and more blurry......

I woke up. In the dark, I looked around blankly, where is this?

A fresh scent of grass lingered in my nose.

Ah, this is Fang Ming Academy. I'm up, I'm a third-level warlock now. I'm in a dorm room where I'm alone.

Huh, am I not cultivating? Why did I fall asleep?

Why is it sweating all over your body?

I stepped barefoot on the teak floor. Cool, a cool breeze blew open the curtains and blew on my face. There is a moon outside. I see it. The moonlight shone on the path of the third-level dormitory by the peach tree.

I stared at the trail in amazement. Insects chirp, and the sound is in the ears. Suddenly, a trace of dryness in my heart was aroused.

I slept very little every day.

Ever since I cultivated to the rank 3 Warlock, I have basically only slept for about an hour every day to restore my mental tiredness. Actually, it's not about sleeping, it's more about lying there, thinking about nothing, waiting for the pain in my brain to disappear, and then I'll continue to cultivate.

This kind of life is actually quite sad. Constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, since when has this become the whole of my life?

Thinking, thinking. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't calm my heart.

This day-to-day absorption and condensation of vitality is not all I want in life.

I'm tired of it. The feeling of irritability has been entangled in my heart for a long time, and I can't even do the first step of cultivation, meditation.

All day, I sat in my room, tossing and turning in my bed, crying, laughing. Everything I've experienced in my life, everything I can remember, I recall. I've seen a lot of people, and a lot of people have seen me. But the people I can remember for a while are only a few dozen, and it's hard to make up even a hundred.

The trees I've climbed, the roads I've walked, the water I've drunk. It rained that day. Who is talking under my umbrella?

Once in my dream, I was on the run, being chased by unknown monsters.

On that feverish night, my grandfather and cousin took me to the clinic in the next village. I listened to them in a daze. At that moment, I felt at ease.

Everything in the past came to mind.

Now, I'm alone, alone. In the dark.

To live is to spend all your time absorbing vitality? Even if you absorb 10,000 years and live for 10,000 years, what is the point of living like this for 10,000 years?

Outside the window, moonlit paths and rows of peach trees next to the dormitory buildings. A branch stretched out of my window, and I reached out and picked a leaf and held it in my hand.

It's autumn, and the peach trees in the college shouldn't have green leaves. But maybe it's because the vitality in the academy is very strong, so it's like this.

I didn't think much about it at the moment, I took the peach leaves in my mouth and began to play the sound of my hometown.

I closed my eyes, and my eyes were suddenly covered in darkness.

Soon, after a melodious sound came out of the leaves in my mouth. There is no longer darkness in my eyes, and the pink peach blossoms have bloomed. The smell of fragrance is tangy.

I opened my eyes to the white walls, motionless wooden beds and messy bedding. There is no fragrance. There are no peach blossoms. Even the tender green leaves look eerie at night.

The insects chirp like ghosts, and there is a stick stirring in the heart chamber. It's uncomfortable.

The peach leaves in my mouth crumbled between my teeth and spat at the roots.

The windows were closed, the lights were turned off, and my head was buried under the covers.

What's wrong with me? Mood, why are I so anxious?

Suddenly, a nice sound suddenly sounded in my ears. I collected my inner anxiety and listened curiously.

Who's playing the guzheng?

My head was pulled out of the futon and I stared wide into the darkness.

This is the sound of the guzheng, which I heard at school in junior high school.

Not from the window, this voice. Where did that come from? Outside the door? It's my classmates in the room next door playing the guzheng?

I listened with my heart, and the sound was fresh and refined, like a wild boar, flying freely in the sky, swimming outside the sky, soaring into the sky.

This voice came from my body.

My heart was quiet.

In the dark. I looked into the darkness. My heart, along with the music, was completely calm.

The ghost elder's voice came suddenly: "Deming, how are you?"

"I'm all right. I smiled in the dark.

I remember it was the first time he called my name. Even, the only time.

"What happened to me before? How could this be? I couldn't have been like this all the time. This is something that has never been done before. I sat up from the bed and asked softly.

"This is a hurdle that junior monks all need to go through. This is the reason why the academy will test all people who have reached the age of sixteen in the Ming Kingdom to detect the root of the element. ”

"That's right, why wait until the age of sixteen to test if there is a Yuan Root? Isn't an earlier test so that a person with a Yuan Root can cultivate earlier?"

"Because of demons. For those who do not have enough understanding, the sooner they cultivate, the worse it will be. The ghost said in a low tone.

Inner Demon? That state just now I entered the state of Inner Demon? I entered a dead knot that I had created? If I didn't have the sound of the ghost old guzheng, would I have planted a boredom with cultivation in the bottom of my heart?

In this case, my future path as a monk may be ruined. A monk who is bored with basic cultivation?

Thinking of this, my back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Senior master, the guzheng you play still has the effect of breaking the heart?" Although I didn't open my mouth, but communicated with him with my thoughts, but the thoughts I conveyed to him, I felt that there was a lot of kindness mixed in them.

"It's just that Lao Tzu likes to play the guzheng. happened to sense the fluctuations in your mood, and with Lao Tzu's powerful messy aura, I just helped you with the sound of the piano. But this can only help you for a while, and you still have to get rid of your demons on your own. Otherwise, how can Lao Tzu extract half of the vitality that your useless boy will gain from his cultivation in the future?"

Even if the ghost old man has bad intentions towards me from the bottom of his heart. But he really helped me at this time. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have fallen into that desperate mood.

Silently collected some emotions. I'm going to start cultivating. Perhaps, tomorrow, I should think about how to get through my demons.

I closed the window, and I also turned off the breeze outside. The curtain was drawn, and the bright moon outside was also drawn.

I sat cross-legged on the bed. In the dark.

Calm.

I began to meditate again: "My root is so pure, my root is so pure, my root is so pure, my root is really pure......"