"Tomorrow, I will go to the island of grief. What are the plans for Miss Yan now?"
When Mr. Yumei asked about this, he was holding an iron tong in his hand and lit up the small red mud tea stove next to the table little by little.
The light of the charcoal fire burst out from the gap between the stove and the teapot, and a layer of warm color spread on Mr. Yumei's face, making his already kind and kind face look gentler.
At this time, only Mr. Yumei was left, and Yan Yan was much more relaxed than before.
He lay on the stone chess table with his hands folded, and his whole waist stretched lazily like a cat, but he had a little bit of what a teenage girl should have.
"Hey, I know the danger, but I promised the uncle to come down to Xinzhu. Now something happened to Xinzhu again. Even though I know there is a tiger in the mountain, I have to go up the mountain to catch tigers!"
Mr. Yumei chuckled: "It is rare to be able to do this at your age. Why bother with it? How about you? How can you do it in the world?"
Yan Yan shook his head: "It's not that I'm willing to do these things, it's not that I'm very capable, but the rules of this world."
Mr. Yumei looked over, and the girl's dark eyes were filled with the light of fire, jumping and flashing.
Yan Yan lowered his eyes, and his long and slightly curled eyelashes fell into a fan-shaped shadow at the base of his eyes, making this face, which has always been radiant, look rarely tired when he stretched over.
Mr. Yumei felt a little distressed when he looked at Yan Yan like this.
Yan Yan continued: "If I don't become strong, I have to be bullied by others. If I don't work hard to make money, I have to be enslaved by others. I don't want to be bullied, and I don't want to be enslaved, so I can only work hard to make myself become.
Be stronger.”
When the girl said this, her originally tired eyes suddenly opened and looked at Mr. Yumei with a clear smile: "But I think I am very lucky. At least I have you around me, and I have unconditional support for my sect.
And the caravan, with you friends who have been with me, at least not alone.”
This is another reason why she becomes stronger.
Mr. Yumei looked at Yan Yan's bright eyes.
Although this girl has changed her expression, this is another reason why she has become stronger in this girl's heart.
She wants to protect everyone she loves.
This even includes the Eastern Emperor.
She does these things for her own heart, and at the same time, she is doing them for others.
If Yan Yan is willing to become stronger, then...
Mr. Yumei picked up the tongs next to the small red mud stove, gently lit up the charcoal fire in the stove, and said, "Tomorrow, I will go to the island of grief tomorrow, and your preparation is not enough."
Yan Yan raised her head, and her eyes returned to her usual shrewdness and ability. She knew that Mr. Yumei was about to get to the point of saying this.
Mr. Yumei put down his tongs, sat upright, and his voice was low: "This time, the situation will not change, which will be very unfavorable to us. And all the people you lead need your protection, even though you have the Sumeru realm,
But with your current cultivation level, it is really not enough to support the crisis you are about to face."
Yan Yan nodded vigorously and carried the pot to fill the two of them with tea again.
Mr. Yumei picked up the teacup and took a sip, and continued, "There is no way to improve one after another. I will explain to you some of my own understanding of the power of space tonight. I only hope to be of some benefit to you in the improvement of magic.
, no other old people can do it anymore.”
Yan Yan sat upright.
This is the good intention of Mr. Wang tonight to ask her out.
Yan Yan knew that although Mr. Yumei was not talking on weekdays, he was meticulous and thoughtful in everything more appropriately than others.
This time he went to the island of misery, and he must have been worried about them in private.
Mr. Yumei spread his hands and held a green orb that was transformed with breath on his palm.
As soon as the power of the green wood was released, all the flowers and plants around were alive and stretched towards this side. The wild flowers spread their leaves in full bloom while breathing. Yan Yan and Mr. Yumei were surrounded by the fresh fragrance of flowers and trees for a moment.
In the fragrance of flowers and plants, the green and green qi ball in Mr. Yumei's palm began to rotate slowly...
Yan Yan quietly looked at the qi in Mr. Yumei's palm and found that the round breath began to gradually change, with clear and turbid energy separated up and down, with starry sky, sun and moon above, and plants, trees, mountains and rivers below.
Looking closely, there are flowers, birds, animals running and chasing, and the distant city on earth...
Yan Yan was shocked: "This is a small world!"
Mr. Yumei didn't speak, his eyes only stopped in the small world in his palm.
Just as Yan Yan was talking, the small world in the palm of this spiritual qi transformed into changes again, including spring rain, summer wind, autumn leaves, winter snow, sun and moon, moving stars and changing buckets, until the end of the mountains, rivers, plants and insects
All the fish were not disappointed and were blown away by a light breeze.
This gust of wind seemed to blow through Yan Yan's spiritual platform. Yan Yan shuddered all over her body, and her whole body seemed to wake up from a big dream.
Yan Yan raised her head and found that Mr. Yumei was looking at him gently.
I felt my neck a little sore and Yan Yan's face turned red. He reached out and rubbed the back of his neck: "I'm asleep, sorry."
Mr. Yumei shook his head: "You haven't slept, you just entered my space world."
Yan Yan was shocked: "Have you cultivated to the realm of space?"
While talking, Yan Yan couldn't help looking down at the gentleman's palm, but found that there was a blue air ball, and the gentleman had only tea in his hand.
Mr. Yumei put Yan Yan's shock into his eyes and shook his head gently: "I don't have space, I'm not the power of space, I just penetrated my own breath like the latitude and latitude of the moment just now, so, that moment just now happened at
What happened to me will affect you."
Yan Yan's eyes focused on Mr. Yumei, trying hard to understand his words.
Mr. Yumei further explained: "Our surroundings are composed of time and space at all times. You can imagine time and space as a three-dimensional network with vertical and horizontal intertwined with infinite forward eyes."
"Each of us walks in this three-dimensional net, and not only each of us, every grain of dust and every blade of grass are all in it."
"Whether it is the same as the powerful gods like Qingdi and Xuanwu, or the dead bones that have long been dead and have been corrupted when their bodies are buried in the grave. In this net, it is actually the same."
At this point, Mr. Yumei looked at Yan Yan with a calm and wise look, and gently clasped the palm of his hand that had just explained the four seasons of reincarnation, as if he had grasped the sentient beings in the world.
At the same time, Mr. Yumei said in a deep voice: "Yan Yan, you are the carrier of time and space. This big net that can cover all things in the world is tightly held in your hands. Your hands are not only time and space.
You should be their master of the magic!”
"This web of time and space, all things included in it should be used by you!"