Zanxing

The second day was a sunny day.

Gufeng Mountain has four distinct seasons. In the early spring, it seems that the heavy snow on the mountain melted at the same time. When you look at it again, it becomes a deep and light green.

The rainbow colors coming out of Hongtai are a little more lively than before, the five colors are mixed with clouds, the peach and plum are thick, and there is someone dancing guns by the waterfall.

On the white brocade clothes, the red peony patterns are bright and dripping, which makes the young people more and more handsome. The silver spears danced, the peach blossoms rose and fell, mixed with the rouge-colored hairbands, the yellow warbler on the tree laughed, and the distant haze. Under the shade of light, even the time becomes lovely.

Hearing the footsteps, Gu Baiying made a move in his hand and turned around.

Hairpin Xing waved at him: Uncle Shi!

His eyes fell on the flower stick on the hairpin's waist, and his brows were slightly wrinkled: Why are you still using this stick?

The Panhua Stick was broken in two when it fought against the Mirage Girl. Later, after returning to the Taiyan School, Master Yueqin, who was good at casting spirit tools, helped to repair it. Although it was usable, it looked torn and tattered. It's not really pretty. However, she couldn't even pull out the star of the spirit tool in the spirit tool library, and she used a stick again, and she couldn't find a more convenient spirit tool for a while, so she could only use it.

Master said that he would find a more suitable stick for me, but there are few sticks in the first place. Hairpin Xing said: Let's not mention this for now. Have you thought about how to teach me to use illusion?

Gu Baiying glanced at her: What are you studying illusion for?

Xing Xing thought, what a proud thing to be able to do magic tricks, but this can't be said to Gu Baiying. She thought for a while before answering: In life, many techniques will not starve to death. That mirage can do illusions, and even the monks in the sect can solve it. If I practice illusions to perfection, I might be able to send them to fights in the future. If you use it, maybe it will become a killer?

There are so many masters in this world, and there is a Dao of Heaven that is eyeing him.

Using illusion as a trump card, Gu Baiying said with contempt, Don't say that you are a disciple of the Taiyan faction when you go out.

What happened to the illusion? Hairpin Xing plausibly said, Ingenuity is more useful than recklessness at the moment of life and death.

Gu Baiying didn't bother to argue with her, so she motioned for her to come over and walked to the waterfall next to the Rainbow Terrace: Illusion requires the cultivation of spiritual power. Most of the monks who cultivate spiritual power are spell masters, like the third senior brother. There are very few people. Use mental power to practice illusions. Unlike big demons, cultivators have limited mental power and cannot transform large objects, let alone cities.

Then how high is the cultivator's ability to cultivate illusion? Uncle, how much spiritual power does the flower tree in your palace need? Hairpin Xing asked sincerely.

Most of the monks who practice illusion can conjure flowers, birds, insects and fish, and at most living people, it also depends on the strength of their mental strength. It is not difficult to transform the Biyi flower tree in the Xiaoyao Hall, but it is rare to maintain the shape of the flower tree for a long time. Looks. Gu Baiying replied seriously: Mental power is more difficult to cultivate than Yuan power, and the reward is not equal to the hard work. If you use the spiritual power of cultivation to practice illusion, it is tantamount to throwing away things.

Everyone has their own ideas, Zhu Xing insisted: I don't think this is a waste of money.

Gu Baiying was speechless, after a while, he said: Close your eyes, concentrate, think about the things you need to phantom in your mind, don't have to think about other things, don't be distracted, you can feel the energy in your mind. waves pass through.”

Although Xing Xing felt that his teaching was a bit sketchy, he still closed his eyes as he said and tried to imagine it in his heart.

Don't be distracted, he reprimanded: When the primordial spirit is still, you will enter the god primordial realm in your mind.

Hairpin star forcefully ignore the people around.

Can you feel it?

Hairpin: Yes.

How do you feel?

Like constipation.

Gu Baiying: .

He pressed his forehead and said with a headache: Mental strength is really weak, even the Divine Origin Realm can't enter, I really don't know how you broke the illusion in Wufan City.

Hairpin Xing opened his eyes and said unconvinced: Master, how can you teach like this? Why don't you make one and show it to me first?

Gu Baiying glanced at her with a proud expression: Then you can see clearly.

He walked to the edge of the rainbow platform, closed his eyes, the waterfalls were like pearls, and the clumps splashed on the water stream, cracking into strands. Hairpin Xingzhuer gave birth to an illusion, as if time stood still for a moment.

In an instant, the gurgling waterfalls became crystal clear, from bottom to top, the snow white spread inch by inch and condensed into ice. The whistling warbler flapped its wings and flew away. The peach trees blooming lively by the water stream, the rouge color quickly fades, dim, become dry and withered yellow. The rich colors are covered with snow-white, from spring to winter, from noisy to quiet, it seems to be just a change of breath.

The hairpin star was stunned.

Is this magic?

His voice came from the side: The illusion needs to be maintained with mental power. This change can last for one to two hours. You can't even touch the Divine Origin Realm right now, so don't think about maintaining it for a long time.

Gu Baiying frowned slightly, not hearing Hairpin Xing's answer, Yang Hairpinxing?

A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the ear, accompanied by the cool touch of the fingertips on the forehead.

Uncle, it seems that this illusion is very magical.

Gu Baiying suddenly opened his eyes.

Hairpin Xing's face was close at hand, and he was leaning over to look up at him, rubbing his hand on his forehead. She stared at Gu Baiying's eyes, as if to see through him from the inside out, she seemed a little confused, and she sighed: Why is your mental power so powerful, and what is the difference between you and me?

The boy was stunned for a moment.

Her eyes are clear, more crystal clear than the water coming out of the Rainbow Terrace. When she approaches, she has a faint fragrance of magnolia flowers on her body. The female disciples in the sect love to use the Changxiang pills from the Jinlou, and he is not used to it. These aromas, and for the first time, feel this scent fragrant up.

On the woman's face, the black scar that had been injured by Yu in the past seemed to have faded a little, and the original snow-white skin could be seen. She is like the only freshness in this icy season, and even the ice pool maintained by illusion will be melted by this look.

Ding--

A low, soft sound came from somewhere.

He was shocked, and subconsciously bent his hand and pressed the bell on his waist. The hairpin star didn't notice it, but because of his movement, he stepped forward and stood still, so the distance between the two of them could be heard.

The hairpin star was stunned.

The ice and snow began to melt.

The frozen hoarfrost seemed to finally be unable to bear it, and it rushed down from the water stream in a menacing manner. In an instant, everything that was still became noisy, and the east wind blew away the snow clouds accumulated on the branches, turning it into a delicate peach color in an instant, a thousand purples and a thousand reds, and a fine grass breeze. The young man's brows and eyes were clean, and there seemed to be a flash of embarrassment in his clear eyes, and peach blossoms all over the tree fell down one after another, landing on his vermilion hairband, flying with the vermillion face.

The splendid spring scenery, the clear sunshine, is indescribable.

Jie Xinling: Just crazy and fucking heartbeat (ω)