Chapter 22 The Fire Pit
This night, it rained heavily in Qianwang City.
The heavy rain poured down for no reason, like a flood, suddenly falling into this prosperous city, splashing with chaotic splashes, desolate and cruel.
The rainy night is chaotic, and the world is almost united. The huge drops of water, like the size of a thumb, suddenly dripped on the bricks and tiles on the roof, and suddenly broke into many pieces with a "bang". When I looked closely, I saw that the crushed crystal was not only a tiny drop of water, but also the tile that broke into dust and fused into the heavy rain.
In Qianwang's mansion, Shan Kun stood alone in front of the court with his hands on his back. Looking at the heavy rain, he frowned and seemed to be thinking about something.
The splashes that kept bursting in the courtyard had already wet the brocade shoes under his feet. But he didn't care at all. He just looked up at the sky, looking at the cloudy and flashing sky.
At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.
Shan Kun turned around and looked back, but the person who came was his subordinate, the rosefinch.
In this sad rainy night, in the quiet palace, the tall and thin rosefinch came quietly, like a quiet ghost, silent.
This rosefinch has lived in the king's mansion for 20 years, but except for Shankun, few people know his existence.
The rosefinch is a very quiet person, as quiet as a shadow. He is often silent in the dark shadow, not saying a word, and almost never breathing. He just serves his master wholeheartedly, never betrays and never abandons. This is his mission and this is the meaning of his life. It seems that these twenty years have not erased his loyalty.
The rosefinch stood quietly behind Shan Kun and looked up at his master, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything. He wears a wooden mask on his face. No one can see his joys and sorrows clearly. He seems to have blocked all his emotions for a long time. In his world, the only emotion he has is loyalty. The only person he trusts is Shan Kun.
Shan Kun said lightly, "You have been frowning since you came back with Qinglong at night last night. What happened? This is the first time you have hidden it from me. There must be something hidden in it. What did Qinglong do when he went out that night?
The rosefinch took a breath. I don't know whether he was more relaxed or more nervous. He slowly shook his head and said, "Master, you will never want to know what the little prince did that night."
After a moment of silence, the two were speechless, only the huge and loud raindrops, "bang bang bang" and kept knocking on the tiles on the roof.
The sound of raindrops is very chaotic and noisy, but it is very quiet.
After a long time, Shan Kun suddenly asked, "Is his appearance last night very similar to that of Gong Yueqing?" After saying that, he raised his head, looked at the eyes under the rosefinch mask, and said, "Suzume, you don't have to say it. I think I have guessed it."
The rosefinch suddenly trembled, as if he had been shot by a sharp arrow. He smiled dryly and said, "I also know I can't hide it from you."
After saying this, the rosefinch turned into a dark shadow and walked away at night in the heavy rain, splashing water all over the sky.
The lonely shadow disappeared into the splash.
Shan Kun looked at the splash all over the sky, but he smiled and his eyes were blurred, as if he wanted to recall his old friend.
The rain fell in the middle of the night, and it didn't gradually subside until almost dawn.
It's almost dawn, and the shower is beginning to stop. At this time, the sky is the darkest.
Shan Kun has been standing there, motionless. His burly heroic posture stood alone in front of the court, looking a little old and thin.
The night is like water, no one else.
The cool cold wind blew quietly, brushing the treetops and branches in the courtyard.
Shan Kun raised his head and looked at the bamboo forest in Xiyuan.
In the bamboo forest, the fallen leaves fell all over the ground by the rainstorm, and the rain rolled slowly on the bamboo leaves, which was very quiet.
In Shan Kun's tiger eyes, he suddenly showed a sad look.
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As for Lin Qinglong, he lay quietly in **, had already entered the dream space, and began his illusion cultivation.
He didn't know anything about the rainstorm outside the outside world, like an outsider, which had nothing to do with him. His door was tightly closed and quiet, as if the door had never been opened.
Before the retreat, Lin Qinglong once told all his servants that no one was allowed to enter his room. For the excuse of recuperation, he needed to be absolutely quiet.
He even arranged a triple boundary in his room, which were defensive boundary, invisible boundary and sound insulation boundary. This triple boundary, interlocking and superimposed layer by layer, is enough to ensure that his retreat is absolutely safe.
The defensive boundary can provide stability that does not move like a mountain. Even if the outside world starts a violent earthquake, even if the landslide cracks, Lin Qinglong is as stable as Mount Tai in the formation and will not feel any shaking.
The invisible boundary can hide its shape, and will not let anyone find Lin Qinglong's body and other other boundaries lying in **. Even if the girl Xueer runs in rashly, she will not find Lin Qinglong lying in ** sleeping, let alone disturb his closed practice.
As for the sound insulation boundary, the effect is even more simple. However, it is also because of this sound insulation boundary that blocks the sound of rainstorms from the outside world, so that Lin Qinglong can practice quietly.
At this time, he lay quietly under the quilt like an ordinary child, his skin was fair and tender, and his eyelashes were slender and curved. The only difference between Lin Qinglong and other children is that he still has a cruel smile on the corners of his mouth - even in his sleep. No one knows why he laughs.
The only reason why Lin Qinglong arranged the triple boundary is that he has no sense of security. Even if he lives in Shankun's mansion, he still feels insecure. He needs to control everything. He wants to control everything, but he can't control everything. No one can control the whole world, so Lin Qinglong wants to become stronger, no matter how strong he is!
Whether it is martial arts, magic, spiritual arts, or illusion, you must be the strongest!
Only when he becomes the strongest person can he get the satisfaction of peace in his heart and not worry that someone will kill him. Even if someone wants to kill him, he has to root out the enemy before the enemy!
However, in the quiet night after the rain, with the self-reproachful sigh of Shankun in front of the court, Lin Qinglong's sleeping eyelids suddenly trembled, and his slender eyelashes flashed twice. He unconsciously turned over and did not wake up after all.
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In a dream, the white clouds will not disperse.
White catkins clouds like fairyland linger under their feet. The white fog curled up and curled up, surrounding Lin Qinglong, swimming slowly from his fingers and from his waist.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ethereal mountains outside the white fog, like a dream, recalling that he had killed Tang Yu here. The fierce fight was vivid in his mind, as if it happened last night.
Lin Qinglong floated up and his clothes flew over, like a fairy boy. There was no emotion between his eyebrows.
He first went to check the only remaining idea of Yecha. On the bluestone, Yecha's idea was the size of a small mouse, with white glow all over his body, quietly motionless, and there was no sign of improvement or awakening.
Next, Lin Qinglong flew to the cave again to check the long-lost Princess Xinyue. Princess Xinyue was also sleeping and lying quietly, never alive or dying.
Lin Qinglong read the immortal Yecha, looked at the immortal Princess Xinyue, and thought, why am I not a walking corpse?
He shook his head vigorously, shook off the negative emotions in his mind, returned to the open space in the middle of the dream, sat down cross-legged in the center, and began his illusion practice.
In the 18th floor of Hell of "Ghost Eye Building", Lin Qinglong is only proficient in the first layer of hell - "sling", the second layer of hell - "wkward", the fifth layer of hell - "pulling the tongue", the eleventh level of hell - "shelling".
"Sling" can greatly increase the physical limit in a short period of time and achieve incredible speed and strength.
"It's useless", the invisible thousands of eyes, suspended and in mid-air, hundreds of miles of traces, can't escape my eyes. This magic power has been practiced to the peak, which is very different from the "sky eye".
"Pull out the tongue" can permanently steal the magic power of others for my use.
"Shell off the shell", the soul comes out of the shell and swims out at night.
Among them, in addition to the category of martial arts, the rest of the "wret", "plucking the tongue" and "shelling" are all exclusive spiritual skills of ghosts. It can be seen that Lin Qinglong was more influenced by Ji Zeyan before. In Ghost Eye Tower, most of the people he studied were ghost magic.
However, there are much more magic power than magic power in Ghost Eye Tower.
Lin Qinglong plans to learn from scratch. The first thing he plans to specialize in is the third layer of hell - the "fire pit".
"Fire Pit" is the simplest and shallowest illusion in Ghost Eye Tower.
In many classics of Ghost Fairy Gate, this third layer of hell - the fire pit prison has been specially recorded. For example, in the Five Zen Sutras, it was said: Thieves, prostitutes. Women, gluttonous, sleepy, greedy for fame and fortune, go to the fire after death! For another example, the "Leng Yan Jing" says: "The fire pit industry newspaper has been published. First, there was a fierce fire on the female root, and then a fierce fire on the festival and fell into an infernal prison.
Recalling the scriptures he had read in the Ghost Fairy Gate in the past, Lin Qinglong frowned and gradually fell into deep thought.