The quality is really good! It is definitely not a fake or shoddy product.
If it becomes rotten as soon as it is burned, Qiuqiu will inevitably tear up sadness for his weakness of consciousness.
But now I am relieved of sadness and tears. The real problem is that I still have no idea how to get out.
Qiuqiu turned his head and saw that he became angry and became more angry from his heart and evil.
Shi'er actually enjoyed the flowers there leisurely.
The flowers are so ugly, dense and sparse, and look so weird.
Of course, this is mainly because there is something wrong with Qiuqiu painting, so the flowers grow according to the problematic structure.
Can't this person think about it for her?
The emperor is really not urgent.
Qiuqiu's teeth were grinding and creaking.
Can she still modify his clothes with a pen now? Just cut a piece for him below!
Qiuqiu secretly took a pen and gestured at him three times.
Of course, this stroke was not as good as the sky so suddenly released a laser-like sword energy, and it cut off Shi'er's clothes with a blink of an eye.
She just yy and let out a sigh of relief, but Shi'er suddenly turned around and looked at her. Qiuqiu immediately pushed the tip of her pen to the ground and quickly gave him a flattering smile.
It is obvious that her expression vividly interprets what "no silver here is three hundred taels".
Shi'er just glanced at her faintly, then turned her head over.
It seems that he really did what he said! He said he would not help her, but he really refused to help, so he gave her a reminder.
Qiuqiu rubbed and grinded the paper under her feet, and tried everything. But she couldn't leave any traces on the paper, but instead made herself so tired that she was out of breath.
This paper is definitely not real paper.
Not afraid of burning or tearing it apart.
It seems that it is impossible to make a strong breakthrough.
And what Shi'er said was that in a moment.
If you have a strong breakthrough, it has nothing to do with these four words between a thought.
"Stay for a while, don't worry."
Qiuqiu responded weakly: "Oh..."
I just entered this world and felt it was very novel, but now I looked like white colors everywhere, which looked empty and monotonous.
And more than that.
There is another feeling...
Just uneasy.
There is never a place in the real world like this. No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel that it is not the real world.
It's okay to come in and stay for a while and have fun. But staying in such a place for a long time will have no life and make people feel uncomfortable all over.
Where is the way out? How can I get out of this place?
Shi'er looked so calm and composed, it can be seen that he is not in a hurry at all.
Of course, maybe he was very skilled in cultivation, and he was anxious, but Qiuqiu couldn't see it.
But Qiuqiu thought. He said the method of going out so lightly, which shows that the method must not be difficult.
Her thinking direction seemed to have penetrated a dead end. If she followed this road, she would be afraid that it would not be effective after a long time of struggle.
You have to think in another direction.
In a thought...
This thing must be not difficult to do, it must be something she knows and can do.
What will she do? What can she do?
From this space, she scribbled around the place, threw ink ideas and drew a picture of a shit.
All these things are based on the dark frost.
Qiuqiu looked at the pen in his hand.
If she wants to go out, she must still fall on the dark frost.
No, I can't always think about going out. She just thought about it all the way and wanted to get into a dead end.
Let's try thinking from another perspective.
For example...what if she was not going out of this place now, but outside this space. What if she wanted to come in?
If you want to enter a landlord, of course you have to find an entrance.
People want to get into a place. Of course they have to look for...portals.
Shi'er looked at Qiuqiu sitting there for a while and was squinting, biting her lips, looking very cute.
When she was concentrating on something, her spirit was particularly contagious.
Qiuqiu suddenly held the ground and half kneeled there, and started drawing on the paper with the black frost.
A long vertical line, turning, turning, and finally turned into a rectangular frame.
Qiuqiu moved back a little, looked at the rectangle he drew, and lifted up the pen to add a handle to the frame.
With this handle, this empty box looks like a different look.
It's like a door.
In fact, this really turned into a door.
Qiuqiu reached out to pull the door handle.
The door was opened.
A gust of wind blew on my face, and Qiuqiu half opened her mouth and looked at the scenery on the other side of the door.
She never felt that the color was so rich and moving. Compared to the blank space behind her, everything in front of her moved her to cry.
"It really became...it turned out to be so simple that you can find it."
Shi'er stood behind her.
"Look, it's really easy."
"yes……"
Qiuqiu now understands that Shi'er is indeed right.
Going out is indeed just a matter of thought.
Why didn't she think she could draw a door just now?
So stupid.
After spending so much effort, the result was so simple. It made Qiuqiu feel that he was too stupid after walking for a long time.
This world is formed by her consciousness.
But why is there such a blank and closed space in her consciousness that imprisons herself?
Qiuqiu stood by the door, holding the handle of the door tightly.
I found a way to go out and could leave at any time, but Qiuqiu's questions in his mind continued to increase.
Why are the two of them practicing dual cultivation so well that their consciousness is imprisoned by themselves?
If she hadn't accidentally drew Shi'er and brought him here, how long would she have to sleep here? Maybe she could not leave even if she tried her best...
This possibility only makes people feel stuck in their bodies after thinking about it.
"What's wrong?"
Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er: "I'm thinking, what's going on here."
"The answers are all in your own heart." Shi'er touched her head: "Let's go."
Shi'er said he was leaving. Of course, Qiuqiu didn't worry too much about this issue-
Her attention was quickly diverted and she immediately began to worry about another thing.
Why did Shi'er feel like he was sending a kitten and a puppy when he touched her head just now? She is his lover. If you want to comfort her, you can choose other actions, such as kissing, holding hands, holding shoulders or
It's about hugging your waist or something...
Any one is OK, why bother touching your head?
Is it to show off his height? Or is her status or IQ in his eyes the same level as the kittens and dogs?
Qiuqiu stepped out of the door and Shi'er followed closely behind.
When she looked back and looked, countless cracks were created in the blank world behind the door, and in the blink of an eye it broke into countless fragments and disappeared without a trace.
And they are still standing under the ancient tree by the lake, everything is like they have never left. Dabai is lying at the root of the tree and is dozing. Huo'er is still staying in the lake, and he occasionally exposes the water and spits bubbles. Here is
He has been in a place for hundreds of years, and when he gets here he is home, very comfortable and comfortable.
Qiuqiu turned his head and looked at Shi'er, and found that Shi'er was not wearing the gauze bathrobe, but the original robe he had. She wrapped it tightly, from head to toe
Not exposed at all.
"Go back first, Huo'er can stay here for the time being."
Qiuqiu nodded.
They really can't stay in this place all the time.
When I returned to Fengxian Pavilion, it was obvious that time had not passed, but Qiuqiu actually felt like "I finally came back". It was like leaving a long distance and leaving home for a long time. I saw the tea cup at hand
They all felt that it had been a long time, but the tea in the cup still had a warmth. It proved that they had never been away from it at all.
"Tired?"
Qiuqiu leaned against his shoulder without hesitation.
She feels strange now.
I'm not tired at all, but I feel tired at all.
Her hands unconsciously rubbed Mo Shuang.
She has no talent in painting and has no high understanding of practicing Taoism, and she is completely different from that senior Shang.
Why can I get such a precious and extraordinary inheritance?
Why did Senior Shang pass on her a pen?
Qiuqiu didn't think about this problem in detail, but what happened now made her unable to help but think about it.
The key to practicing Taoism is the word "responsive".
This word is the most illusory and difficult to explain, and can be encountered but hard to find.
Did Senior Shang Zhen want to tell her something? Or did she hope she can understand something?
Qiuqiu measured the pen holder with his hands and stroked it back and forth in the palm of his hand.
Shi'er didn't make any noise and just let her lean on her.
It was not by chance that the place that was like the paper world just now appeared in her sea of consciousness, right?
Why is it so good that she will trap herself in such a place? It is like she is bound by herself. It is her sea of consciousness, and she trapped herself.
In other words, it is called drawing a jail.
Qiuqiu thought that she had no reason to be in trouble with herself.
What is the mystery?
She turned her head and looked at Shi'er.
Maybe if she asks, Shi'er will give her an answer or a prompt.
But the problem lies with her... Qiuqiu thought, maybe she should figure it out and solve it herself.
Relying on Shi'er in everything, when will she really catch up with him?
Qiuqiu clenched his fist!
She has to work hard! Although there is a gap between the two, the gap is also motivation.
Although Shi'er guessed her psychological activities even though she didn't say that, she was still inseparable from her.
Qiuqiu's mental activities were completely written on her face. She was depressed, pondered, unwavering, and hesitant. Her thoughts were not needed at all, and she was always so straightforward.
After thinking about his direction, Qiuqiu asked Shi'er curiously: "When I was in Ziyu Pavilion, I heard people talk about you..." Qiuqiu paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "You are only one who has achieved enlightenment and ascension.
The line of separation is because of the inner demon that I got stuck on the last level.”
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ps: Too tired, and a little bit of card.
The plot that I thought of can't be expressed at all...