Chapter 55 Difficult
When Yun Yiyang saw the visitor, his eyes condensed slightly. The first thought in his heart was not to be afraid, but that this guy was really jealous. The so-called handsome, handsome, jade tree in the wind, handsome prince, more handsome than Pan An said should be such a man. The appearance of the comer is absolutely rare in the world, which is enough to make most peerless beauties jealous, so that Yun Yiyang's calmness is still slightly distracted.
The flower owner looked at the man with an obsessive face, and the hot color in his eyes was not hidden. He muttered, "Brother, I thought you wouldn't save me?" The voice murmured as if talking to himself.
The man's sword frowned slightly, and a faint helplessness flashed in his star's eyes, "Flower, you and I are brothers and sisters. Although we are like this now, this will not change. Although... I will never allow others to hurt you."
Hearing the words, the flower owner showed a faint sadness on his face, laughed at himself and said, "Yes, you are my biological eldest brother. I don't know why I lost all my memories, but I can remember this matter.
"Brother Mo Li, please be worshipped by my little sister and thank you for saving my life." The flower owner Yingying Baina to express his gratitude.
The gloomy face of the ancestor of the Ying family, known as Ying Moli, was slightly complicated, but he still allowed the flower owner to give a gift, and then turned his face bitterly and stood on one side silently.
Yun Yiyang is not interested in the relationship between the two. At this moment, all his attention is on this mysterious spirit, and his heart is full of endless fear. Ying Moli's strength was extremely strong. Although he did not reveal any pressure, he didn't know why Yun Yiyang had a faint sense of oppression in his heart when he faced this person for the first time. Although this feeling is extremely light, it is enough to make Yunyi chill. At this moment, although there are fossil seeds and space world beads in hand, I don't know why Yun Yiyang is still not sure about this heroic spirit.
"Wenarian monk, you are the first monk who can break into here for endless years, but since you enter my territory, you will leave your life." Ying Moli opened his mouth faintly, and his tone was calm, but there was no doubt that he was narrating some fact.
Yun Yiyang's heart suddenly broke out, but at this moment, he didn't have time to take action, and he felt that his thoughts turned around and immediately fell into darkness.
In the void, Yun Yiyang's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only Ying Moli and Huazhu, who were silent and silent.
After a while, Yingmo left his mouth and hesitated, "You and my brother and I haven't seen each other for thousands of years. Since we arrived today, let's go to my residence for a while. As for your territory, with my imprint, no one will dare to fight for it.
5,000 years ago, a strong blood soul tried to occupy the flower owner and his territory, and then was killed by Ying Moli. He showed his power to instantly deter the whole giant spirit mountain and become a recognized king. Since then, no one has dared to be disrespectful to the flower owner.
"Brother Mo Li is right. With his brother here, no one dares to bully the flower owner. Then go and live with your brother for a while. Anyway, it's better to be closer to your brother. The flower owner smiled and opened his mouth, with a delicate and simple face like a sister next door. How could he be a little fierce and fierce before? While talking, he took Ying Mo's sleeve and snuggled up to him.
Ying Moli frowned, but finally sighed and didn't say much. At this moment, he took a step with the flower owner, and the two disappeared.
Yun Yiyang regained consciousness, and his body tightened in an instant. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes swept, and his face did not feel gloomy. At this moment, he was somehow in a green bamboo forest, with bamboo poles swaying and crashing in the wind, making a crisp sound, and bamboo leaves rubbing and rustling. But the strange thing is that the bamboo forest is too quiet. Except for the sound of bamboo poles and bamboo leaves, it is still silent, and even the sound of insects has never been heard.
When he got up, Yunyi's face suddenly changed. He closed his eyes for a moment, and his face instantly became more ugly. At this moment, the power of the true soul in his body has dissipated, as if he had never had it before. Even the physical strength has become as weak as a secular mortal.
"What the hell happened? How could I be here? Why did the changes in the body start?" Yun Yiyang forced himself to calm down and frowned tightly. At present, the crisis is unclear. Don't mess yourself up, otherwise it will be harmful and useless. Thinking for a while, Yun Yiyang's memory only stopped abruptly when the last voice fell, and then fell into darkness. When he woke up, he was already here. He had no impression of what had happened during this period, so he naturally had no clue.
"Calm down, all this must have something to do with Na Ying Mo Li. As long as you look carefully, you can definitely leave here! I have a hunch in my heart that the changes in my body are definitely related to this bamboo forest. As long as I leave here, all problems will be solved. Yes, that's it. As long as you can leave this bamboo forest, you can break all the difficulties in front of you. Yun Yiyang simplified the complex problem in front of him - out of the bamboo forest! And this is also a psychological hint that makes you maintain confidence and firm belief, otherwise your mind will collapse, and I'm afraid you will be really unascapable.
Looking around, the shadow of the bamboo pole is not at the edge, and every direction looks exactly the same, which makes people feel desperate. Yun Yiyang's firm belief is naturally not comparable to ordinary people. Although his cultivation has mysteriously disappeared, his tenacious belief still exists. At this moment, he slightly meditated and immediately chose a direction and stepped forward steadily.
Quiet! In addition to the faint footsteps and the sound of the surrounding bamboo wind, there is a dead silence in the bamboo forest. The clouds are like a lonely forward, walking alone in an unknown direction and walking mechanically.
Tired! The flesh and blood are trembling, and the bones are sour. This feeling of being accumulated into the bone marrow has never been experienced since Yunyi stepped into the road of cultivation, just like the feeling of being surrounded and killed by the East Reserve Hall of Wuxiangmen in the Fenglin Mountains, exhausting energy to urge the sword of heaven. The mortally weak body, even if the mind is as firm as a rock, the body has reached the limit.
It hurts! The shoes on the feet have been damaged, revealing that the flesh and blood outside has been cut out of wounds. The flesh and blood are cracked, and the blood is constantly oozing out, dripping on the ground, staining the thick bamboo leaves, and a little blood color.
Fear! Fear. This fear is not a fear of a person or thing, but an inexplicable fear derived from the depths of the heart of loneliness in such an empty environment. This fear is beyond human control and spreads naturally and permeates the heart.
bang! His body fell to the ground and gasped. Yun Yiyang slowly closed his eyes. He only felt that there was no place in his whole body full of pain and fatigue. He really wanted to sleep like this and no longer want to wake up. But subconsciously told Yun Yiyang that he must not fall into a deep sleep now, otherwise he will never have a chance to wake up again, and he must not die like this!
The road of monasticism is like the ocean. Now Yun Yiyang is just swimming in the shallow sea. Everything he sees is just the tip of the iceberg. In the future, there is still an infinite sea of world waiting for him. It is so magnificent and exciting. There may be crises and suffering, but it is possible to experience it, which is a kind of harvest and a kind of inner Fullness of heart. Before stepping on the peak of the road, and before opening the fog to see the bright universe, Yun Yiyang was unwilling!
In the mainland of China, countless ancestors fought desperately against the slavery of the so-called superiors and planted with monks as raw materials. There are too many puzzles and hatred hidden in it, and all these have not been broken. There are also demons, gods, demons, demons, corpses, Buddhas, barbarians, barbarians... and countless other races' invasion and oppression of human beings. They have not been able to repay all the sufferings suffered by their ancestors with their own strength. Yunyi is the backbone of human beings, and Yunyi is unwilling!
After many years of separation from home, the filial piety of both parents has not been rewarded, the family has been cruel to each other, the rebellion of the uncle has not subsided, and the usurpation of the throne of the imperial prince of the Yuan has not been stopped! ...Now that nothing has contributed to quell the disaster, Yun Yiyang is unwilling
There are so many unwillingness and worries in my heart, how can I die here so silently? Absolutely not!
Yun Yiyang's mind was firm, and the voice in his mind became louder and louder, and gradually turned into a wave, beating endlessly. He struggled to get up and sat down cross-legged. Although his cultivation disappeared at this moment, Yun Yiyang still forced himself to fall into meditation. His breathing gradually stabilized, slowly and gradually silenced. Only the bamboo leaves rubbed, and the bamboo pole was crisp and rustled.