The waiting time is always long enough, but this is only for others, although Huang Bingwen has been a human being for two lives, but the novelty and discomfort of the unfamiliar environment, as well as the discomfort of his new body, occupy too much time to think and wait.

Of course, there is also the impact of the deepest spiritual consciousness slowly awakening, Huang Bingwen seems to have finally experienced the feeling of multiple personalities, there are many people talking in his heart, and many strange scenes, strange people, and the most impactful unfamiliar knowledge appear in his mind.

At this time, Huang Bingwen felt that his mind was full of scorch ovens and uneasiness, as if he had suddenly forgotten a lot of things, and he had to try to remember them, but he was a little afraid to remember; after all, when all the memories were remembered, was he still the current self?

However, if that spiritual consciousness cannot be awakened, is it the real self?

Huang Bingwen's mind was a little confused, and he began to pace slowly in the room, he wanted to get out of this room, but he didn't know if the situation would stop when he walked out.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

Just as his hand was about to open the door, a voice suddenly remembered:

"Nine days of Xuanniao Yan returned to the nest, thousands of miles of green clouds walked, the sad autumn learned to Lingyundu, from then on the yin and yang fog to see the dynasty, this is "Yan Hui"!" A voice that couldn't distinguish age suddenly sounded.

"From now on, the yin and yang fog will see the dynasty, from now on, from now on..." Huang Bingwen suddenly stiffened all his movements, and even the hand that wanted to open the door stopped in mid-air. "Yin and yang are separated, the fog sees the chao, the fog sees the chao, the fog sees the chao, the fog sees the chao, the fog sees the chao, and the yin and yang fog sees the chao"

Huang Bingwen's hands began to tremble a little from stiffness, this poem, or the spiritual trick has a faint way to break the separation of yin and yang, at least it should be able to achieve the separation of yin and yang, at least you can see it.

This means that I can still look at my relatives again, even if it's just to see.

At least to be able to see, yes, it must be so, at least to be able to see, at least ....

There was a loud bang, and Huang Bingwen remembered when he was thinking wildly.

Then, the foggy sky outside the window was suddenly illuminated by a dazzling white light.

Huang Bingwen looked at the white light outside the window, and suddenly felt a trace of unease, "Your time is running out" The old man's words sounded again.

Yes, time is running out, and the spiritual consciousness has not yet begun to awaken, out of instinct, he wants to go out to find the old man, explain the reason, and hope that the spiritual awakening will begin immediately.

But he also knew that half a year was compressed into a month, and the old man would definitely need to prepare a lot, so he had to wait now, wait for the old man to come back, and wait for all the preparations to be in place, and he had to awaken this spiritual consciousness, maybe he could find a way to go back.

At first, the resistance to that spiritual consciousness was gone, in exchange for a kind of urgency, but the uneasiness did not diminish at all, but intensified.

"My time is running out, can this spiritual consciousness be successfully awakened, how much can it be awakened, there are few people outside the realm in this sky city, can you leave after the spiritual consciousness is awakened" Huang Bingwen thought worriedly.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not very long, the door was suddenly opened, and the old man hurriedly walked in, followed by a tall teenager, the young man was really tall, so that he was two heads taller than the old man, and the young man was also very strong, plus the body on his body, it felt as if the door was a little narrower, and the young man could only come in sideways, and then Huang Bingwen saw a sword, not that the sword was beautiful enough, nor that the sword was in front of the young man, on the contrary, the sword was behind the young man.

The sword on the young man's back instantly attracted Huang Bingwen's attention.

The first impression of this sword is that it is big, not only does the boy's figure not show the smallness of the sword, but it seems that the sword is very large, the huge sword body hangs behind the boy, the tip of the sword is about to touch the floor, and the hilt of the sword is a little higher than the boy, a sword as tall as the boy.

The sword body does not have a scabbard, although I don't know how this sword hangs behind the young man, but the sword body does not have a scabbard, and the tip of the sword that is quickly dragged to the ground does not have the same sharp blade as other immortal spiritual weapons, but the blade is a little rounded, and the leaking sword body has some potholes, which reminds Huang Bingwen of the surface of the moon, but the sword body is not the same as the moon, because the sword body does not have a trace of luster.

"This is Mo Nan, the little marquis I mentioned to you" The old man's words suddenly remembered, interrupting Huang Bingwen's train of thought.

Huang Bingwen retracted his gaze at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his eyes, he had been staring at others just now, which was indeed a little impolite.

On the other hand, the little Hou Ye looked indifferent, and said with a smile: "Hello, I'm Mo Nan, they all like to call me Little Hou Ye, I've been a good guy for a lifetime, I've been a Hou Ye, and I played it myself, hehe"

"You want to, my name is Huang Bingwen, this is my name in my previous life, Mr. Zhou said that I want to trouble you this time, I really thank you" Huang Bingwen quickly admitted:.

"Okay, I'll talk about these words later, there's not much time" Just as Mo Nan wanted to answer again, the old man suddenly reminded: .

The young man was about to speak, but the old man stopped him and was not upset, but shrugged his shoulders and paced to himself at the runes on the walls around him.

Then I didn't know where to take out a pen and revise it on the wall.

The old man only glanced at the young man and walked up to Huang Bingwen.

"We went out just now, and I wanted to buy you some more time," the old man began.

At this time, Huang Bingwen's heart tightened, and he unconsciously looked out the window, "It seems that the loud noise just now is related to them going out." Huang Bingwen thought:.

"It seems that my estimate of a month is a bit optimistic, but there are still some ways, the little marquis will be outside, at least for a month, but he is not there, you will suffer more" The old man continued.

Huang Bingwen smiled bitterly: "I don't have a choice, do I? I have already died once, for a person who has died once, it is good to just suffer a little, you can greet you if you have anything."

"Although your body is the best I can find, it is not foolproof, so we will add an insurance to you, but the pain caused by this insurance will be stronger" The old man raised his hand to stop what Huang Bingwen was about to say, and then said: "I know, you can bear it, but ordinary people can't bear this pain, and you can't be unconscious during the period."

"This is just one of the layers, after the spiritual awakening, you should have felt some before, in the next month, this feeling will increase dozens of times, and you have to be extremely sober to write down all your spiritual consciousness, and no one can help you anything, do you know?"

"Old Zhou, since we don't have a choice, let's start quickly, it's just that we have to work hard, thank you first" Huang Bingwen said with a smile, but the smile was a little bitter.

"Okay, Mo Nan, let's start," the old man said to Mo Nan.

"Okay," Mo Nan said, quickly clicking a few points on the runes on the wall, reaching out and drawing an arc in the air, and finally pointed the tip of the pen directly at Huang Bingwen's heart.

At this time, Huang Bingwen's five senses were still there, but he could no longer move, and the runes were like a spirit snake in Huang Bingwen's body, all the way deep into the bone marrow and viscera, and the runes passed as if they were cut by a steel knife with a broken bone, and the pain in the heart made Huang Bingwen almost faint, and then the accompanying spiritual awakening also began at this moment, jerky words began to appear, and strange scenes began to appear, accompanied by some muttering, or chanting loudly。

It's just that for a moment, Huang Bingwen was already sweating like rain.

It's just that he knows that he can't take care of these things now, the last trace of clarity in the Lingtai prompted him to look for the song "Yan Hui", and more information about it, he has a trace of obsession in his heart, and he still wants to go back to see them, even if it's just a glance.....

In the blur, it seemed that there was a loud noise outside, accompanied by the dazzling white light.

During this period, in addition to the old man who had been with him, it seemed that someone had returned, a tall boy, and then a fat man appeared, but it seemed to be very short, very short......

It was fine at first, but when they came back they were all tired, and the boy whispered something to the old man, and the fat man just followed closely behind the boy, and never said a word.

Then there was a long silence, I don't know how long it was, Huang Bingwen felt as long as a century, during which the pain was a little numb, but the feeling of spiritual awakening became stronger and stronger.

After a long time, the boy came back again, but this time it seemed to have dragged back a thing, and he could feel that the boy was more tired, and, since this thing was dragged back, the loud noises outside became more and more frequent, this time the boy was not in a hurry to leave, but began to write and draw again, the old man said something from time to time, and the runes began to spread all over every corner of the room, and then the old man and the boy left at the same time, and then heard some hazy sounds begin to appear next door.

I don't know how long it has been, a day or three days, maybe just an hour, when the boy and the old man reappeared in this room, the young man was already a little shaky, and the old man walked very slowly.

But the movements of the two did not mean to stop, the old man still said something, and the young man began to slowly gather the first runes together, but the old man's words became a little weak, and the young man did not have the neatness at the beginning, and even when the rune pen was on his chest, Huang Bingwen even felt a little trembling.

Then the runes in the sky began to feel like a sense of pain gathered in his body, Huang Bingwen obviously felt that this time the runes were too much more than the first one, and they were too much overbearing, but the pain seemed to be less, of course, it was just a little less.

The spiritual consciousness is also awakening faster and faster.

It's been a long time again...

Until the last sentence Yan Hui sounded again, "Nine Heavens Xuanniao Yan returned to the nest, thousands of miles of green clouds walked, the sad autumn learned Lingyundu, and from then on, the yin and yang fog saw the dynasty, this is "Yan Hui"!"

Huang Bingwen finally opened his eyes slowly.

At this time, the little marquis was sitting cross-legged in the corner of the room and began to breathe slowly, and the old man seemed to be asleep, sitting there motionless, and the loud noise outside was more dense, and the white light had been connected, and the outside was like daylight.

The thing that was dragged back by the little marquis before was still in the room, it was a human-like creature, obviously dead, but I didn't see the fat man.

"The last rune can't be drawn by the blood of this thing, right?" Huang Bingwen thought, slowly moving his muscles.

"Are you awake?" At this time, the old man had already opened his eyes, and his tired eyes looked at Huang Bingwen with interest.

"How do you feel?" the boy asked, and he opened his tired eyes, but they were still so bright though they were tired.

"So, what's your name now?" asked the young man with some interest.

"It seems that it is still beneficial to come here early, and I know more" Huang Bingwen said with a smile: "I am Yan Hui, Yan Hui of the Nine Heavens Xuanniao Swallow Returning to the Nest"

"Are you Yan Hui?, good, Yan Hui, good, good, good, good" Obviously, the old man was a little happy, and he didn't know what happy past he remembered

"Does Mr. Zhou know Yan Hui?"

There was a loud bang, followed by a violent tremor that interrupted what the old man was about to say.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hui asked suspiciously.

Then there was another loud bang, and then a hurried footstep began to sound in the hallway from far and near.

"I'm afraid the barrier has been broken," the old man said with a sigh.