This year, Su Fan wanted to return to the other side countless times, because the threat of the flames came suddenly every time Su Fan relaxed his vigilance since it first came.
Although it is just an illusion, the damage to Su Fan is not small. Whether it is physical or psychological, there are more or less threats. Psychologically, it is the fear of God, because the flame comes from an unknown place, and ordinary people are
Irresistible.
And every time the illusion comes, if you are lucky, you will just bump into the pavilion, causing a few injuries that need to be stopped by the movement of the jade pendant. If you are less lucky, you will fall into the lake, and then faint and be caught by the fish again.
Fell into the pavilion.
Yu'er seemed to be happy with this kind of thing, until later he would take the initiative to do the job without Yu Ming throwing out the willow leaves.
Until one day, Su Fan found that the illusion did not come for a whole day. He looked curiously at Yu Ming on the shore. Yu Ming seemed to have fallen asleep a long time ago.
He closed his eyes tightly, still holding a few willow leaves in his hand, but it was already winter, and the willow trees on the bank had already lost all their leaves. Maybe someone was cleaning them, and even half a willow leaf was not visible under the tree.
The leaves in Yu Ming's hand have long been withered and yellow. If you look carefully, you can see that as long as he opens his fingers, the willow leaves will be broken from the middle. This can be used to determine the willow leaves.
Some time.
I couldn't bear to disturb this senior brother who seemed extremely arrogant, but was as obedient as a kitten in front of his master, so I could only close my eyes in fear, waiting for the phantom of fire that would appear at some point.
As soon as this thought appeared, four balls of fire suddenly flew in from the four openings of the pavilion. Su Fan hurriedly tried to hide, but his whole body seemed to be imprisoned. He could not move and did not dare to move, fearing that he might fall into it if he moved.
In the lake, thinking of the unbearable feeling of fainting, I had no choice but to suppress the fear in my heart.
After several twists and turns, the four fireballs finally passed. Su Fan was very puzzled. He actually dodged the four fireballs today. He thought about the past times when he had not been tortured to death before disappearing.
An inadvertent glance back made Su Fan fall into deep fear again. Yu Ming on the shore was still there. This may be a fact, he was already there.
But this is within the illusion. There should not be a shore. Without the shore, there would be no Yuming. But now the reality exists within the illusion, which means... that is not an illusion, the fire ball is real.
Thinking of this, Su Fan secretly circulated his spiritual energy to prepare for the unknown danger later. After several months of tempering his spiritual energy, his body gradually recovered, and his cultivation level was probably at the foundation-building stage.
It's just that Su Fan feels that the current foundation building cultivation level is much more solid than before. Although it is the early stage of foundation building, Su Fan believes that even if the comer is in the late stage of foundation building, he will dare to fight and even kill the opponent.
But it was just an idea, and Su Fan couldn't tell whether it was possible. Maybe it was because his previous cultivation base was very simple, and he was a little arrogant at the moment, or maybe he was really that strong.
However, one thing is certain. During the foundation building stage, he can already absorb spiritual energy on his own initiative and then quickly restore his cultivation level. Su Fan is surprised why he can still restore his cultivation level without the help of powerful elixirs.
Little did he know that the lake was a high-grade spiritual spring, and the pavilion was an unknown tree that had a unique effect on spiritual energy. The most important thing was the jade pendant around his waist. The jade pendant with mysterious origins had benefited Su Fan more than once.
The reason why Su Fan didn't know that the lake was a spiritual spring was that the subtlety of this formation was beyond the scope of his understanding of formations. Although he knew about ancient formations, there were also ancient formations that were more advanced than this.
Sophisticated.
Another point is that Yu Ming doesn't know about this spiritual spring, because not everyone can know about this level of spiritual spring, and it involves too many things.
Su Fan condensed his spiritual energy with ease, and then carefully fired a few restraints to defend himself, and then quickly fired the spell. A faint purple light appeared around him, and the white clouds rolling in the sky showed signs of changing color.
…
There is a long and narrow corridor on the east side of the lake outside the Huxin Pavilion. Walking along the corridor deeper, you can reach an elegant small tower.
The tower has no name.
Follow the narrow door in front of the tower that can only be passed by one person, and when you walk in, you can see the whole inside. The inside of the tower is very simple, which seems to be somewhat inconsistent with the exquisite small tower.
Because this place is like a poor scholar's study room, with an ordinary wooden table and an ordinary wooden chair, and on the table are things that should be in a study room.
There is a middle-aged man sitting on the wooden chair. The man has a slight beard and his gentle face gives people a sense of intimacy. He holds a small pen in his hand, suspended above the white paper, and seems to be meditating on something.
.
"Are you sure that prophecy is true?"
The middle-aged man suddenly said: "Those are just empty words from an experienced Taoist traveler. How can we practitioners be deceived by ordinary people?"
The person he spoke to was an old woman in black. Through the small window deliberately opened on the tower, the old woman stared at the lake in the distance and the gloomy sky where winter snow would fall at any time.
Hearing the middle-aged man finally speak, the old woman gradually withdrew her low gaze and sighed: "Didn't the master say that, we are cultivators, how could we be deceived?"
"The old Taoist said before that Tianyuan County would change. Sure enough, not long ago, the messenger I arranged sent news that the seven departments of Tianyuan Sect were in civil strife and foreign enemies took advantage of the situation to invade. Today's Tianyuan Sect is no longer what it used to be. Maybe my Xuanji Sect is all over the place.
I can take action and destroy it."
The middle-aged man's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and then he quickly wrote the word "Tian Yuan" on the paper. Then he said: "The Tian Yuan Sect is a thousand-year-old sect anyway, and my Xuanji Sect does not have this strength."
"This may be a coincidence, but..." The old woman hesitated, and after a moment of silence she continued: "But after the old man came that year, I went to see my uncle, and he said there was something fishy about it."
After hearing these words, the middle-aged man stood up suddenly, with an unprecedented look of anger on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I have ordered that no one is allowed to see my junior uncle in private. Have you forgotten what happened back then?
If anyone knows that he is not dead, our Xuanji Sect will be in great trouble."
The old woman sneered sarcastically, shook her head slightly, and said: "My junior uncle killed three masters of the late Nascent Soul of the Yongle Sect during the drill. This was something that my Xuanji Sect should show off, but we made it timid.
Yes, I want to make my uncle fake his death and let him, a spiritual genius, be imprisoned in that dark mountain for the rest of his life."
Although the leader is very kind, it does not mean that he will not get angry. At least he can kill people. However, the old woman in front of him does not seem to care. Her mocking look and disdainful words are all directed at the leader without any scruples.
After all, the middle-aged man didn't get angry. He slowly sat down again, looked out the window, and suddenly laughed. He whispered: "Look, it's snowing."