Chapter 8 Choice

Have you forgotten? Didn't you forget? How much can a sudden illness erase?

In this life, people roll around in the world and go boating with all sentient beings.

There is also geometry, forgetting that I shouldn't forget, only remembering that I shouldn't remember.

Is it born to know? Is it the right time to be born?

Liu Yi doesn't know why those pictures always flash in his mind and what they represent.

He is even more unclear. Every time he dreams around, he always wakes him up again and again, indicating what it is.

In the name of the heart demon, but like the kindness of nurturing, it is an excuse.

But since you know that it is impossible to get the answer, why not find a relatively appropriate and reasonable excuse to comfort yourself?

Liu Yi never felt that he was a legendary and known great power.

The only clear thing he remembers is that he is always smarter and more intelligent than others. As for earlier, the memory of birth was blank, as if it were covered with a thick fog of blood.

Every memory always ends with the pain of breaking the mind; every memory, but makes the "heart demon" that always wants to forget become clearer.

Everyone's freshmen should not always be confused after being sensible.

But that kind of ignorance should be as carefree as a child, without worries--

The rich blood color covered in the deep sea is not like that.

Liu Yi doesn't understand and is powerless to understand.

He knew that he was not as "waste wood" as the husband thought, at least generally speaking, never.

...

"This is--

By the stream, Liu Yi's flashing eyes were quickly covered up as usual. He asked knowingly and asked again.

The wind has never become strong, but the falling dandelion catkins always refuse to live.

The white velvet rolling on the grass looks like endless waves from nameless places. The waves are too small, more like rough waves. Compared with the two of them, it is not even worth a glance.

The countless branches hanging in the woods are drumming, swinging like wind bells, rubbing out bursts of sand.

Liu Yi's eyes were like a torch, hiding deep in peace.

Chang Pan seemed to be a little afraid and enjoyed the solemnity of the teenager beside him.

He is like a cool grass under a big tree, overwhelmed, shaking his body and slowly standing up.

"I don't know either~"

Chang Pan is a little confused, and the hidden shyness is not enough to make his face a little feverish.

Maybe he has been depressed all night and has reached the limit that his young soul can tolerate at this moment.

He stared at Liu Yi expectantly and did not hesitate to hand over the volume of silk that seemed to carry all his hopes again--

For some people, there are always others who are more important or trustworthy than something higher than life.

In Liu Yi's eyes, Changpan at this moment is generally the same as when his mountain mother knelt down and begged her husband to give her son a name a few years ago.

That is desire, trust, blindness and worship.

Liu Yi is used to seeing this kind of look and staying beside the Master is destined to be baptized with all kinds of eyes from an early age.

Instinctively, he doesn't like this. The day after tomorrow, the master taught him privately, but let him understand that this is the best ideal state that can be achieved by holding power - the master's name and doing nothing.

Let others worship you, this kind of blind and crazy rule is simpler and more effective than any legal coercion...

Life and death is a kind of power that cannot be abused. Liu Yi is not eager for power. Relatively speaking, he prefers to get real friends.

Maybe he is still young, or some kind of forgotten concept in his bones is making a fus.

It's a pity——

Liu Yi's hands on his back instinctively twitched with his right hand. According to his original heart, he wanted to reach out to pick it up. But the next moment, when some obscure consciousness flashed in his mind, his left hand suddenly held and grasped the unstretched right hand!

The tight five fingers even pinched a light red mark on the wrist.

He knew, he knew that he was greedy at the previous moment!

He knows that if this hand is stretched out, it is more than half possible that the act is not as simple as taking a silk book!

This is a book of heaven! There is no doubt that it is a volume of an immeasurable book of heaven! Look at its appearance and know its name, and choose its kind!

This illusion seemed to be facing the ancient living thing, Liu Yi was only aware of it by the master's side, with a sword and a pot.

Compared with the master's private treasure, this volume of heavenly book has even clearer spiritual fluctuations and more camouflage effect!

Before Chang Pan took out the silk book, Liu Yi's keen spiritual knowledge and even did not even find its existence at all. And when Chang Pan consciously showed off, there was only purple lightning left in Liu Yi's eyes!

Quietly, there is no sound, breaking through nine days of thunder! It was born in the sky and showed its greatness!

In the face of such spiritual objects, it is more obvious that they are mysterious and point directly to the road. Who can not be greedy and dare to be greedy!

If heaven does not take it and suffers it, it is caused by blessings. How far is it?

Some of the so-called "God has virtue" and "those who see it have a share" are just unfounded contemplations that what the heart of heaven is like is not human words.

Greed is greed, and there is no need for any nominal excuse.

Since I was six years old, I have been standing in the ice and snow, staring at the delicious food in front of me, and I have been hungry for three days.

At that time, the sternness of the husband's whip, accompanied by the "splashing" blood splash, went deep into his heart, and the pain had long been rooted in the bone marrow. The uncontrollable greed he should have had been erased long ago.

Liu Yi doesn't understand why the husband is so harsh to himself and secretly happy--

At least this kind of inhumane training, even the grinding and extinction of human desires, makes him feel unspeakable insecure--

At least, at least at that time, he felt the true eagerness of the Master, and there was no hidden resentment and greed...

...

Liu Yiqiang turned his head and looked at the jumping rabbit in the dense forest. The complexity in the depths of his eyes gradually dissipated.

"This is your opportunity. This thing is a blessing but not a curse. Put it away and don't show it to others easily."

Although Liu Yi did not stare at Chang Pan, the calmness that did not conform to his age and at the same time showed grimness made Chang Pan understand that he was not joking.

Maybe Chang Pan doesn't understand what such a roll of things represents, just like he doesn't understand that he has always encountered strange things since he was a child, and every time he turns bad luck into good luck, what it means.

He trusted Liu Yi and did not stop his identity as a disciple of the other party. More, it is also a habit of getting along with each other since childhood and being infected by charm.

Although he is a little unwilling, Chang Pan always feels that it is beneficial to share with his friends, just like a text he said when he was teaching, Li Mo Rang Li.

He doesn't just want the well-informed Liu Yi to identify the origin of this mysterious silk book, but he is still selfless.

But since Liu Yi said so, he had to take back this life-saving thing.

It's like in the past few years, whenever he finds something fun and delicious from the mountains, he always let Liu Yi have a look first.

Liu Yi said that how to allocate is the same as what should be allocated.

He is used to blind obedience.

...

One is tall and short, and the other is thin and fat. Two teenagers sit side by side by the stream and look at the green shade in the distance.

What the two see is different, and their moods are also different.

Chang Pan subconsciously pressed his clothes with one hand, and obviously couldn't put down the mysterious silk book in his heart.

Liu Yi has forgotten that thing long ago, and his heart is better than that of ordinary adults.

"Xiao Pang, it's okay for you to practice the general secret of Lei Jiang. I will teach you the method of acceptance. Don't put it aside."

Liu Yi opened his mouth and broke the silence. It's like a beautiful ink painting, which is suddenly painted and moved.

Wo!

Not far from the two, a foraging rabbit was frightened and rushed out far away.

Chang Pan was stunned when he heard the words, but nodded seriously.

Since he changed his name, Changpan actually doesn't like to be called Xiaopang. If there is a naughty boy in the village who teases him, Chang Fatty will definitely not buy it.

Liu Yi is different, because he has an irreplaceable position in Changpan's heart. This is the same as the status of the Master in the villagers' hearts, and even more.

The turn of the general angle, cultivate more righteousness, the cheapest and the most precious.

Chang Xiaopang made a serious promise, although he actually couldn't tell which one was more precious, Liu Yi's biography or the silk book record.

Then, but he wanted to stop talking.

"Brother Yi--"

Liu Yi glanced at him curiously, indicating that there was no need to pinch.

Chang Pan's face turned slightly red and brewed for a long time before he summoned up his courage and said hesitantly:

"Brother Yi, the 'qigong' you taught me before seems to be wrong."

After saying this, Chang Pan hurriedly lowered his head and was a little timid.

Obviously, the courage required to question Liu Yi's teaching is not inferior to ordinary people's blunt refutation of the husband...

Liu Yi was surprised and opened his lips slightly.

He is not angry, but just curious about the origin of Chang Pan's words.

However, when he saw Chang Pan peeking at him, he found that Liu Yi's face was as usual, and the corners of his lips were smiling, and even slightly encouraging.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and even the cold ground seemed to be warm.

He is finally a teenager and can't help but be proud of being praised by people who are respected as gods.

"Brother Yi, you passed on my 'qigong', and the practice is wrong! Well, it's not that it's all wrong. It's just that the 'qi' I practiced before is of no use at all. Yesterday, inexplicably, I learned the things in the silk book. Those 'qi', somehow, have produced infinite changes, and there are many wonderful things--

Changpan is just an ordinary mountain teenager. Although he studies more than the children next to him, he is definitely not able to speak out, and he doesn't even dare to talk loudly with Liu Yi.

But today, I don't know whether he has been evil or not. The more he talks, the more he is, as if the distance brought by a certain estrangement with Liu Yi, or status and talent, has disappeared.

He has become more confident and smarter!

Chang Pan, who was eloquent and eloquent, did not notice these changes. Liu Yi looked at his tongue blooming lotus, but he couldn't help but put back his mind and listened carefully.

After a long talk, the complacent Changpan seemed to stretch out his right hand and point forward in order to strengthen his persuasiveness, or more like a show off.

"Brother Yi, look--"

Sprack!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and Changpan's white, thick and short tip of the finger actually lit up a few electric arcs.

After a while, the electric arc bounced out and almost crossed the crossbow, blowing a weed on the other side of Qingxi into flying ash.

He gasped slightly, and Chang Pan didn't care. He was quite complacent and looked at Liu Yi like a credit.

Liu Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at the grass on the other side of the river. His eyes were faint and he didn't know what he thought of~

He sighed, and his expression was quite lonely and abnormal.

Chang Pan, who was about to laugh three times, was a little stunned, and then seemed to be a child who had made a mistake and was at a loss.

Liu Yi smiled bitterly, shook his head, quickly recovered calmly, and calmly stretched out his hand:

"Bin book, lend me a look!"