Chapter 53: Wanzhang Mijin

The next moment, he was completely surrounded by white mist, and he could not see the mountain road or Ling Xiao.
In the midst of it, a force lay in front of him, as if blocking his downward steps.
If Wandering Mountain is conscious, it should be asking, "Are you really going to give up?"
Lin Shu thought about it and couldn't say no to give up.
I didn't have a good life, so I wanted to run away from it and go to a place without people.
The people I met in this life, for some reason, were not malicious to him. He even had Yueruohe, who was a familiar person, and a rich woman.
It seems good to live like this all the time.
He just follows the flow, and accepts whether the people around him are malicious or kind.
Lin Shu continued to go down. Although the resistance has always existed, it can only be regarded as obstruction. If you really want to go down, it will completely lose its effectiveness.
One more step, the sky turns round, the willow blossoming.
Lin Shu stepped on the real mountain road, and the white mist around him disappeared, leaving Tongtianjie.
He thought Tongtianjie was amazing.
It is impossible for modern science and technology to read people's thoughts through the soul and make judgments.
It is said that the later Wanzhang Mijin and Linglong Dongtian are also very magical. Moreover, Tongtianjie and Wanzhang Mijin are not human-made, they have no matrix method, and they are born purely by nature.
Such a mountain is used as a cram school for young disciples of Xiandao.
Lin Shu looked back and saw that when he came there was a layer of white mist barrier. Others came out of his own magical work.
After a few more breaths, Ling Xiao stepped out of the white mist, saw him, walked to his side, and said, "You are too unexpected for me."
Lin Shu continued to be ashamed.
Because the salted fish was too straightforward, he was released by Tongtianjie. It is not very pleasant to say this.
Ling Xiao said: "However, there are three thousand roads. Anyone who can get out of the heavens is the right way to cultivate immortals, and you don't need to worry about it."
Cousin, what's going on with you.
Isn't Mr. Meng up?
After thinking about it, Ling Xiao's martial arts were not from the Shangling Xuegong. He should have never seen Mr. Meng. This is because of his good nature.
It can be seen that although the cousin looks very similar to the young lady, her personality is quite different. The young lady's temper is not genetically determined.
Ling Xiao said: "Let's go."
Lin Shu: "Yes."
Going up the mountain road, you can't count how many steps you have taken, and finally you can see a stone inscription on the mountain wall, which says "magic".
There is a sea of ​​white mist in front of it, which is the so-called "wanzhangzujin".
Before Lin Shu read the book given by Miss Wang, I knew that there are two kinds of illusions in this world. The first one must be broken by force. Depending on the formation method or psychedelic drugs, he must fall into these illusions. It is usually the flaw of the illusion that destroys it, and the illusion collapses. The second kind breaks through the heart. Those who fall into the illusion will see the obstacle in the center of the cultivation path—or the demon, and then be trapped by the demon and it is difficult to escape. You can only leave the environment if you overcome your heart demon and your mind has changed.
Imagination Mountain is the immortal mountain that connects the heavens. If it is the first kind of fantasy, it may be too low, and it is naturally the second kind.
When you step into the mystery, some people will return to the hardest part of their lives, others will fall into the gentle hometown of dreams, and some will have both, and others, one by one, the illusion will revert to the illusion, in short it will be the tempering of the state of mind .
Disciples who come to Huan Dangshan generally have two purposes. One is to cultivate. Such disciples often stay in Tongtianjie and Wanzhang Mijin for a long time to sharpen cultivation and mood. The other is to pass Tongtianjie and Wanzhang Mijin. , Linglongdongtian, came to the floating heaven fairy palace, met the mountain keeper, and got a peerless treasure in the fairy palace.
Lin Shu is undoubtedly the second.
Ling Xiao seemed to know this, and said, "You and I have to fight each other quickly. If anyone comes out first, they will wait in Wuhai."
Lin Shu was a little hesitant.
He knew what his demon was.
That was not very pleasant. Since he knew the existence of Wanzhang Mijin, he also thought about how to crack it, but he never thought of a perfect method.
About when I returned to school, I came to the suffocating classroom, saw the hot crowd again, and there were malicious mocking laughter.
He said, "I may take longer."
"Anyway," Ling Xiao said, "I just wanted to say this. You are pure-minded. Imagination is not a problem, but I may not."
Lin Shu looked at him.
Although the time spent with each other is very short, his cousin's personality has been revealed-Lin Shu thinks he is a very smart and clean person.
Does such a person have a demon?
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow and said, "Why keep looking at me?"
Lin Shu receded his eyes obediently and walked into the misty sea, and seemed to hear Ling Xiao laugh in his ear.
Moving forward, he heard the rush of traffic.
Suddenly, it seemed like a distant dream.
Lin was awake.
It was too late to carry the sword back yesterday. I couldn't help but doze off during class. I can remember it vaguely, like an ancient thing. A group of people were studying immortals in the mountains, and there was a beautiful but bad-tempered person.
Lin Shu rubbed his face, made himself awake, looked to the front, and tried to keep up with the thinking of the math teacher.
His position was too remote, and the doze was not discovered by the teacher.
Today, there was a little girl in the class sitting in the first row.
He suddenly jumped in his heart, and the scene seemed to have met.
What happened to a girl who came to work on this day?
He looked at his drawer.
Empty, there is only one exercise book.
This is indeed the case. This day, they hid their schoolbags between classes.
This kind of thing has happened many times. The hidden place is strange, from the broom pile to the window sill.
Lin Shu also didn't know why these people were always able to watch his schoolbags tirelessly.
After class, he left his seat,
There were no brooms, no windowsills, nowhere to look.
He faintly felt the excitement and malicious sight, and he was nauseated.
And when he stood blankly in the middle of the aisle, someone suddenly pulled his sleeve.
Then, a ball of paper tucked into his hand gently.
He turned his head, the new girl, who smiled kindly at herself.
Lin Shu shuddered, thinking that such a smile was the best looking expression that human features could make up.
He opened the note in his hand, and crookedly wrote the words "schoolbag on the cabinet in front of the first row".
No one had ever treated him like this before, never.
Lin Shu stepped on the bench and saw that the top of the bookcase was indeed a schoolbag. The cabinet was high, and it was just a dead corner of sight.
He took his schoolbag back, walked into the aisle, and looked at the girl.
According to the rules that people get along with, he should thank her.
But when I opened my mouth, I couldn't say anything. Something was stuck in my throat. Once I opened my mouth, I felt like vomiting again.
He hasn't spoken to outsiders for too long, and he dare not speak.
The little girl looked at him, first with a very kind look, and became confused when he saw that he had not spoken for a long time.
Lin Shu's heart thumped a few times, but still couldn't say anything.
He felt embarrassed, as if he stayed in front of her for a while, he would show more distress.
He only fled.
He finally knew that he was such a person.
Even if his appearance is the same as everyone else, he will never be integrated into the crowd.
This suffocating life is like a quagmire. It is his fault, not others.
However, he also wanted to say thank you to the girl.
He ... also thought of having friends.
He returned to his place, the sore pain was stuck in his throat, and he lowered his head to read the book, but couldn't stand it.
When bullied, he just wanted to vomit.
But this time, he wanted to cry.
This is his demon.