Chapter 69 Obsession

At the end of October, the north of Dongsheng Shenzhou was already a little cold.

This is an ordinary autumn afternoon, when the sun hangs lazily in the sky, taking a nap while spilling some of its light and heat on the ground.

There is a luxurious carriage that doesn't look like a carriage. It is slowly driving on a long-lost official road. This is a former official road. The official road is full of knee-deep weeds on both sides, swaying in the autumn wind.

The car rollered past the grass on the roadside and forced them to lie on the ground, as if they were bowing to the carriage.

The carriage's carriages are surrounded by fine iron on both sides, which allows the carriage to drive away most parts of the world without worrying about the carriages being damaged, whether it is a sheep's intestine path or a high mountain. There are five horses pulling the cart, each of which is tall and strong, inlaid with cold iron feet under its hooves, making a rhythmic sound on the ground. The horse was actually wearing a mask made of fine iron, and a pair of red date-sized eyes projected from behind the mask, as if it were the light from hell.

The driver is a strong man who looks about 30 years old. If you look carefully, you will find that there is a looming Wang character on his forehead, just like the king character on the tiger's forehead. He holds a whip made of fine steel in his hand, which looks like a stick in the eyes of ordinary people, but he can swing the stick more easily than any ordinary horse whip.

The carriage body is very wide, with golden silk curtains on all sides. Under the curtain are exquisite carved windows. Inside the carved windows, there is a ** scene, and there is also a man in gorgeous clothes.

This is a man with an unusually handsome face. There is no trace of time from his white and wrinkled face, and naturally he can't tell his age. It seems that it's okay to say that he is a teenager, that he is a young man, and it seems that there is nothing wrong to say that he is a middle-aged man. He didn't know what tools were used on both sides of his eyes and drew three black and thin horizontal bars, just like spider's feet, which made him look a little different, but not so abrupt. In fact, maybe he himself is too abrupt. Even if there is something special, he also looks ordinary in him.

His clothes were open, revealing his tight wheat-colored chest. He leaned against the pillow, supporting his head in one hand and holding a glass of wine in the other. Next to him, there was a woman wearing a large translucent red gauze robe, but also with an open heart. The body under the red robe was exquisite and transparent, and there was no wisp of clothing attached. Yu Feng and the forest loomed under the red robe.

This woman is gorgeous, with long dark hair fluffy, casually tied behind her head with a red ribbon to reach her waist. Her hands seemed to be made of mutton fat jade. She stroked his body and walked around. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her lips, showing a very powerful smile to him: "Sir!"

The man rippled the wine in the wine glass, pecked gently, and then looked down at the woman's exquisite waist with a smile, and his eyes were in full swing. The woman immediately laughed loudly and climbed up like a water snake and attached to him.

The woman climbed on the man's neck, put out her tongue and gently nodded on his red lips, whispered a few words in his ear, and then covered her mouth.

There was no smile on the man's face, but his eyes were as gentle as water. He also lowered his head and whispered a few words in the woman's ear, and the woman smiled more like flowers. As she smiled, she reached into the man's robe, from her smooth neck to her strong arms all the way down... to the deepest part of the black cloud.

The man closed his eyes slightly, and his face showed great enjoyment. The carriage walked slowly and smoothly that the wine in his wine glass was so calm and waveless. His hand holding the glass gradually exerted force due to muscle contraction. With a click, the glass and the wine inside were crushed by him and disappeared into the air in an instant.

The man raised his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and twisted his body under the woman's provocation.

"Sir, I want to..." The woman lay on his chest like a kitten, gently opened her red lips and spit out a few words.

These words seemed to ignite a string on the man's body. He suddenly opened his eyes, held the woman's shoulders with both hands, turned over and rolled over her. The woman giggled, stretched out her white lotus-like arm around his neck, enjoying the rain and dew at this moment.

The carriage was shaking violently, and there were bursts of laughter from the carriage. The driver's face was not shocked. It seemed that he had been used to this kind of thing, swinging the fine steel whip and making a crisp crackling sound.

A cup of tea has passed, and the carriage has been full of the smell emitted by the human body. The man slowly sat up, and his long hair on his forehead was wet and glued together, but he still failed to make flaws on his handsome face.

The woman lay on the couch breathlessly, naked, her white body was full of crystal sweat, and her plump body swaying gently with the rhythmic wagon. Her eyes turned up and closed slightly, which was a sign of extreme pleasure.

"Son..." The woman half closed her eyes, stretched out her hand and brushed it on the man's hand, screaming.

The man was dressed neatly at this time. He looked down at the woman and said, "Is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful..." The woman replied softly.

"I have something here that can make you more beautiful. Would you like to try it?" The man said.

"Yes..." The woman couldn't wait to answer.

A miserable light flashed in the man's eyes, which made the whole carriage suddenly become a little cold. The woman couldn't help holding her arms and sneezing. The man bent down, caressed her face, and muttered, "You can't get sick, you're sick... It doesn't taste good..."

"Ge! What does it taste like, prince? What do you think of the slave family? After hearing this, the woman laughed, and her body shrank into a ball, and her tears laughed. She reached out to wipe her tears and opened her eyes, but the smile on her face froze in an instant, and the frozen smile gradually turned into panic.

In front of the woman, this originally brilliant carriage car has changed and become forest, full of pale and fine spider silk, as if this is a huge cobweb, and she is trapped in the middle of the net.

"Ah!" The woman exclaimed.

"What?" The man laughed and said, "Don't you like it? Don't you think it's beautiful here?"

The woman was so frightened that she shook her head repeatedly, pointed to the man who was still handsome, but his face became very pale and said, "Demon...Monster!"

"Demon? Ha ha!" The man raised his head and smiled, "You can understand a demon word, and you won't follow me in vain. I will give you the most beautiful way to die..."

The woman put her hands on the ground and shook her head in horror. She retreated and said, "Don't...no!"

"No? That's not what you just said..." The man laughed, as if to wave his hand inadvertently, but a bright white spider-like white light flew out of his sleeve and rushed to the woman, firmly tied her hands and feet. The man stepped forward, touched her smooth skin, and his mouth sounded. Suddenly, his hand covered the woman's fontanel, and his palms were secretly hard, and the woman struggled and quickly withered down. Her skin became dark and her body became dry. In just a breath, she fell down softly.

There was a plop in the carriage, and the driver finally turned his head when he heard the sound.

"Manghu!" The man's lazy voice came from the car.

"There! Master!" The driver responded. His voice was low and broad, like a roaring mountain forest, but it really answered his name.

"Let's go to Wo Niu Town." The man in the car said lazily.

"Yes!" Manghu raised his whip and shouted, "Drive!" The horse raised its four hoofs and rushed to its destination.

On the same afternoon, on Shouyang Mountain.

Jiang Hanye sat down breathlessly. He reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He looked up at the sky. The sun in the sky was not as bright as before, and there was always a miserable feeling.

"No!" As soon as Jiang Hanye looked at the sun, he felt dizzy. His whole head seemed to explode, and the pain came from the depths of his mind.

"What can't work?" Tao Bo stood in front of Jiang Hanye with a stick.

"Peach?" Jiang Hanye raised his head in surprise. He didn't know when Tao Bo came to him. "I mean, I have a headache."

"Ha ha, you stupid boy, think about it with brute force like you, it's good that your skull hasn't burst." Tao Bo said with a smile, and at the same time, he turned his eyes to the bamboo basket beside Jiang Hanye. There were actually a few crystal clear drops of water in the basket. A smile of praise appeared on his face, but this smile was fleeting, and of course, it was not noticed by Jiang Hanye.

"I'm thinking about what mindfulness is." Jiang Hanye frowned.

"So have you figured it out?" Tao Bo asked.

Jiang Hanye shook his head with helplessness and a little pain. In fact, he felt more and more that this water control formula was a good thing and wanted to learn it more and more, but somehow, this was the water control formula of basic skills in Tao Bo's mouth, but he didn't understand it.

"I didn't think of it." Jiang Hanye said regretful.

"Then tell me, what do you think?" Tao Bo asked.

"Close your eyes, concentrate, and gradually feel as if you have melted into the water, and you seem to see your mind. It's so strange." Jiang Hanye said.

"Hmm! Keep talking." Tao Bo brushed his beard, nodded, and looked at Jiang Hanye with a smile.

"Cluck!" In the peach blossom forest next to it, there was a little black scream. It seemed that it should have suffered a sudden attack. Jiang Hanye and Tao Bo never cared about it. Most of them were Xiaobai's troublemakers. Sure enough, a moment later, Xiaobai ran out of the peach blossom forest, followed by the bare little black on his neck.

"I saw my belief, as if I saw a stone and a tree, and then I thought hard, into the bamboo basket, into the bamboo basket... After thinking about it for a long time, my head hurt." Jiang Hanye said sullenly.

"Stupid boy!" Tao Bo struggled to sit down beside Jiang Hanye, looked at the bamboo basket and said, "This water control trick should be taken slowly. If you have not been exposed to the mind, you naturally can't use it flexibly, and you can now make a little water, which is a rapid progress."

"Is it?" Jiang Hanye was surprised when he heard it, "I'm going to get water?"

"Look!" Tao Bo pointed to the bamboo basket and said to Jiang Hanye.

Jiang Hanye stretched out his neck and looked into the bamboo basket. He looked at it and frowned: "No, only a little water stain attached to the bamboo strips."

"You can take a closer look." Tao Bo said.

Jiang Hanye stared and finally found that in the center of the bottom of the bamboo basket, there were two drops of water sitting at the end, one of which was still hanging in the hollow, neither penetrated nor evaporated under the sunlight.

"What?" Jiang Hanye was both surprised and happy. "I don't know when he came in."

"It's mostly when you meditate." Taobo said, "You kept asking me what the mind is and how to put water in the bamboo basket. I didn't tell you, do you know why?"

Jiang Hanye shook his head blankly.

"Well, practicing the mind is like eating." Tao Bo said slowly, "If you eat what others chew and spit into your mouth, will you feel delicious?"

Hearing this disgusting metaphor, Jiang Hanye couldn't help frowning, but after thinking about it carefully, it was really the case, so he nodded and said, "I understand, if I can't chew and swallow it by myself, I will taste it. Only when I think about it myself can I really understand what's going on.

"The opposite!" Tao Bo smiled and said, "Now that you have figured it out, I'll tell you what's going on with this power. Martial arts are divided into many kinds. There are almost as many schools in the world. And each sect pays different attention to things. For example, your Wanjian Villa and Baihua Valley are all sects that pay more attention to authenticity. In fact, this is also the mainstream of the world of martial arts.

Listening to Tao Bo's words, Jiang Hanye seemed to open a window in front of him, and the world outside the window was colorful and fascinating.

"As our peach blossom school, we pay attention to the mental power. Its central god is the cornerstone and the mental power as the carrier. Many skills are derived from the two complement each other." Tao Bo said, "If you can temper your mind to be strong enough and use your mind freely, it can be said that you can create many skills by yourself, casual and casual. And the so-called mental power is your ability to use your own mind and will to change other things. To put it bluntly, it is obsession.

"Heart?" Jiang Hanye muttered to himself.

"Yes!" Tao Bo said, "You have touched the edge of your mind before, but your mind is not strong enough, so when you feel it hard, you will feel a splitting headache."

"Then how can I temper my mind?" Jiang Hanye asked.

"This is very simple." Tao Bo laughed and said, "From today on, you give me two hours to stand on the edge of the cliff behind the house every day. You have to be motionless. However, this alone is not enough. You should remember to meditrate every night for at least an hour. If you persist like this, I believe that you won't be able to have a certain strength. ."

"Oh!" Jiang Hanye nodded meditatingly, and he seemed to understand a little.

"Well, smart people, stop." Uncle Tao stood up, patted the dust on his body and said, "Although I have always called you a silly boy, I don't think you are stupid in my heart. On the contrary, I thought you are a very smart child. On a cold night, work hard, practice your mind and mind, and it is beneficial for you to control the anger in your body and fight against the strong control of broken soul beads. ."

After saying that, Tao Bo slowly walked under the old peach tree with a crutch, leaving Jiang Hanye alone and looking at his back in a daze.

"Although Tao Bo seems to be confused and always makes trouble, everything he does is good for me..." Jiang Hanye thought secretly, "I must not live up to his high expectations!"

Jiang Hanye stood up and went to the well to fetch water. This time, the situation seemed to be much better. When he came out of the world of Nianli again, he was surprised to find that there were seven or eight drops of water in the bamboo basket. However, he planned to hit more, and his head began to hurt again.

"Tao Bo said that the mind is the support of mind. I might as well go to the edge of the cliff to practice." Thinking about this, Jiang Hanye put down the bamboo basket and walked to the edge of the cliff.

"I want to prick the horse!" Tao Bo's voice came from behind him.

This cliff has been shrouded in clouds and fog, and you can't see where its real boundary is. As soon as Jiang Hanye walked near the cliff, he felt a cold mountain wind coming from the opposite side, and even a few drops of cold water in the opposite waterfall.

The mountain wind is cold, blowing Jiang Hanye's clothes. The clothes had been wet with sweat for a long time. At this moment, with the mountain wind, it immediately became cold. Sticking to his body made him shiver several times. Jiang Hanye looked carefully. Now he gave an example of four or five steps on the edge of the real cliff, but even here, he felt a little dizzy and scared. If he really stood on the edge of the cliff, he didn't know what would happen.

The wind on the edge of the cliff is always the strongest. Jiang Hanye was blown forward and closed by a suddenly swept strong wind and was about to fall down. When he was hesitating to try to move forward, Tao Bo's harsh voice came from behind him.

"What are you still doing? Hurry up! The forefoot is going to fall, and the horse will be stuck there!" Tao Bo's voice came from under the old peach tree in front of the house. He seemed to have a pair of eyes that could penetrate the wall. He knew that Jiang Hanye was hesitating at this moment and that he was not standing on the edge of the cliff.

After Jiang Hanye was scolded, he shouted, "The younger generation knows!"

He moved forward inch by inch, and every distance he felt that he was about to fall off the cliff. Finally, the front of his left foot did not feel a solid ground, and he knew that the place of Zama had arrived.

Jiang Hanye took a deep breath here almost tremblingly and poured his breath into the sea of gas. This deep breath almost choked him by the cold air. It was really not a light job to tie a horse on the edge of the cliff, especially on such a cold cliff.