Ishikawa was thinking nonsense in his heart, and Bai Quhe sighed again: "You have one intention, you can extinguish all kinds of vitality, you leave one thing, but you can burn uneven things, the road to repair is long, there are many difficulties and ups and downs, sometimes take a step but you don't know whether it's right or wrong, and when you look back, it's gray hair and no regrets." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ishikawa's eyes flashed, and when he was about to step forward, Bai Quhe turned around and smiled: "Have you always wanted to ask my apprentice?"

Ishikawa opened his mouth and didn't speak, Bai Quhe then shook his head and smiled: "Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, I will watch people, and I can't say that my apprentice will look for you in the future." Hey. ”

After saying this, Baiquhe plopped down on the grass next to the rockery, snoring loudly, and fell asleep in this fall.

When Ishikawa saw Bai Quhe, who was already drunk and unconscious, he smiled bitterly, his face returned to an indifferent and plain appearance, bent down to carry Bai Quhe on his back, and walked slowly along the riverside path, not knowing which one Bai Quhe's living room was, so he casually sent him into a set of side rooms, helped him slip to bed, and brought a pot of hangover tea and put it on the small coffee table next to the bed, closed the door and left.

Carrying two jars of wine, Ishikawa sat by the river, facing the moonlight facing north, and after a few sips, he slowly poured the wine into the river, muttering to himself, until the sky was bright, he poured all the two jars of wine, and then he threw away the jars, and lay on his back in the grass, letting the morning dew wet his clothes, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, Ishikawa seemed to have come to the empty sea of knowledge again.

The black flame in the distance burned quietly, he looked around, and found that the black flame in the distance was as quiet as a picture scroll at this time, and the bone-eating chill in the past was not so serious, in the same place as the black flame, the red light was also frozen and generally did not have any movement, the whole thing was like a static picture.

Trying to get a few steps closer to the place where the red light and black flames burned, Ishikawa suddenly felt in a trance, and when he came to his senses again, he was in a vast void, and there was a faint light veil in the void from time to time in which it swirled back and forth, and it took a while for Ishikawa to realize that it seemed to be a deeper level of the sea of consciousness that he had never been to, or the depths of his own soul.

It was the first time that he felt his whole body enter his own sea of knowledge like this, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out why it was like this, maybe it was the role of the black flame and red light in his sleep.

The first time he navigated the deeper layers of his own sea of consciousness in this way, Ishikawa seemed a little confused, but this confusion quickly turned into uninteresting, and unlike the large number of colorful clouds on the surface, this place seemed particularly empty, and there was nothing except for the Dao Spiritual Consciousness stored in it.

Ishikawa wandered around boredly, and as soon as the thought of going out moved, he found himself in a place again.

High-rise buildings are adjacent, traffic is busy, pedestrians on the road look hurried, occasionally there are many young girls in cool clothes, and there is a passenger plane gliding in the sky......

Ishikawa burst into tears, this was the corner of his deepest hidden consciousness, the secret that belonged to him alone.

The next moment, the whole world suddenly disappeared, and Ishikawa found himself once again back in the place where the black flames and red rays gathered after a moment of dazzle.

In a corner, Ishikawa spotted a scene that surprised him, a small crystal clear flesh worm curled up in the deepest corner of the sea, motionless.

Ishikawa cautiously looked closer, and it was huddled up in a lump of sleep, with a little black debris next to its tiny head, and Ishikawa remembered that it was the black scrap of stone he had picked up in the place where the thousands of stone pillars in the whirlpool were located.

Ishikawa frowned, in his impression, this insect should have been a tangible living thing, how could it penetrate into his sea of consciousness? There is only spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness of monks below the Genshin True Person, and if there is anything else that can enter the sea of consciousness, it must also be an immaterial spiritual consciousness, it obviously shouldn't be.

Trying to command a veil of spiritual consciousness to sweep over the insect's body, Ishikawa felt that it was indeed a living creature, and even the smooth feeling of its body was not unusual at all.

He worked hard for a long time, and for the first time in his own sea of consciousness, the gauzy spiritual consciousness was differentiated and then condensed into the shape of sharp filaments, and from the seven orifices of the head to the body of the insect, Ishikawa's spiritual consciousness filaments had just touched the body of the strange insect, and before he could penetrate the slightest bit, he was pushed out of the entire sea of consciousness by a cold and ruthless force.

Lying on the grass, his body trembled, Ishikawa opened his eyes, the harsh sunlight shining directly into his eyes, he sat up slowly, and found that it was almost noon.

Ishikawa recalled that the power that was finally pushed out of the sea of knowledge was very similar to the cold feeling of the black flame, as if it was directly acting on the soul of the person, so the insect strangely settled down in his sea of knowledge, is it also because of the black flame?

Now the insect is basically inseparable from him, although it has no activity, and there is no hindrance or damage to Ishikawa's spiritual sense, but the sudden appearance of such a foreign object in Ishikawa's own spirit and soul world is really not reassuring, and it is definitely not a good thing.

Ishikawa thought about it for a while, but finally found that he had no choice but to find out what he could do about the strange insects in the sea, so he had no choice but to ignore it for now, and leave it for later.

After washing his face in the river, Ishikawa came to the wing room where Baiqu River was sleeping heavily, and when he went in, he saw that the old Taoist was still not waking up in the heavy black sweet fragrance, and was sleeping heavily with a quilt.

Ishikawa left the house and went to a place outside the manor to start his daily routine of cultivation.

Bai Quhe didn't know when he got up quietly, and in a blink of an eye, he prepared another table of food, and then sat at the table by himself, did not drink, but brought a large pot of white porridge and sucked and drank deliciously.

Ishikawa woke up from the forgetfulness of things and me, and in front of him was a big face of Baiquhe, with a smile on his face: "After the cultivation, I have prepared a meal, Lao Dao, we will not drink alcohol at noon, only eat, let you taste the craftsmanship of my predecessors." ”

As soon as Ishikawa served the table, he was shocked by the large pot of white porridge placed in front of him.

Bai Quhe smiled and said: "Drinking some white porridge after a hangover is the best way to nourish the stomach." Although we don't need to pay much attention to these things in our cultivation, some of our habits before becoming monks are really hard to change. (To be continued.) )