After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 293 The normal state of the world

  Wen Daolun nodded after hearing this, and Tong Jie went to Qingxiang to inhale a few more sips, and then reluctantly returned to the seabed wood where he lived.

  Wen Daolun said seriously: "No wonder you don't feel it, she can't enter your sea of ​​consciousness at all."

   "Why?"

"People's sea of ​​consciousness is more or less instinctively protected to prevent foreign enemies from invading. My child castellan just looks young, but it is actually over three hundred years old. It is easy to sneak into other people's sea of ​​consciousness." Wen Daolun There was also curiosity in her eyes, "But she told me that the periphery of your Sea of ​​Consciousness is full of labyrinths. She made mistakes several times and almost couldn't get out."

   "Maze?" The answer surprised He Lingchuan, "She can't break into it violently?"

   "You want her to break in violently?" Wen Daolun laughed, "If you disturb your sea of ​​consciousness, you may become a fool."

  So how did the gods break in last time? He Lingchuan did feel sleepy and exhausted afterward, wishing to lie down and sleep for three days and three nights. But he's pretty sure he's not crazy and stupid.

probably.

   Does this mean that he is durable?

"Tong Jie also mentioned that this layer of obscurity is very tough, and she can't break it with her skills; and she vaguely feels that if she wants to resort to force to break it, I'm afraid the consequences will be serious." Wen Daolun leaned back, "You What magical method did you practice?"

  He Lingchuan said one by one, and Wen Daolun immediately said: "According to your age and cultivation, that can't be the protection you built yourself. The people behind the scenes don't want to expose your true fate. So—"

   "Your blessings are profound, and it may also be an illusion created on the surface." He let out a soft breath, "This kind of situation where the body and soul are separated, each corresponding to a different destiny, is really very rare."

   "The fate of the body and the soul... are different?" He Lingchuan's back felt a little numb. This is indeed his current situation!

"People's blessings are limited, and it is impossible to only have good luck forever. The backlash must be borne by your fate, which is the so-called external accumulation and internal destruction, or it is called external blessings and internal disasters!" Wen Daolun said, "day One day at a time, blessings pile up and become disasters, and finally it will explode, which is called suffering without blessings!"

  He Lingchuan rubbed his chin and asked: "Tong Jie has not been able to break into my sea of ​​consciousness, so you can say that I am an external blessing and an internal disaster just by deduction?"

   "There are still two verses here?" Wen Daolun smiled, "Of course the most important thing is that you are not an exception. This kind of situation is rare, but I have seen it once before."

  He Lingchuan blurted out: "Who?"

   Wen Daolun shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

  He does not speak, no one here can persecute.

  He Lingchuan felt depressed and sighed: "Since there is a disaster, you have to tell me how to relieve it?"

  "After the catastrophe of the world, fate is not only determined by the sky, but also in your own hands."

  He Lingchuan immediately remembered the old tortoise's original words: "There is no ending, it is called destiny." But what he wants now is the solution, the solution!

"Then let's take a look: if you think of a word, I'll help you disassemble it." Wen Daolun moved the things on the short table, took a glass of water and put it in front of He Lingchuan, "Just the first word you can think of now , don't think too hard!"

  He asked He Lingchuan to disassemble the first word he found for himself subconsciously.

  Since Wen Daolun said so, He Lingchuan didn't think much about it. He dipped his hand in the water, and his fingers hung in the air for a moment, then they landed on the wooden table, and it was done with a few strokes.

The word    means—

  Yong!

  He Lingchuan did not think too much, and only wrote with his heart.

  If there is really a disaster, he thinks that this word may be what he needs most.

   Wen Daolun stroked his beard and boasted: "Youth can be expected. Are you a patrol, or have you joined the Gale Army?"

   "Patrol." He Lingchuan said seriously, "Working hard to join the Gale Army."

"Okay, okay." Wen Daolun stretched out his hand and wrote the character "Yong" on the short table, "This is your character for Yong. If you remove the 'Li' below it, it will become 'Yong'. This is the word for explanation." One is the handle of the big bell, that is, if others want to use the big bell, whether it is hanging or striking, it must go through you; the other is the forbidden alleyway, because the high walls on both sides are insurmountable, it is most convenient to walk through you."

  He Lingchuan heard this and murmured: "Making wedding clothes for others?"

   Doesn’t this match the old turtle’s gatha?

   "The word 'Yong' can also be added to stand next to a person to form a 'figurine', a doll." There happened to be a pottery boy doll on the shelf behind Wen Daolun. He turned around and took it and put it on the low table.

  This boy doll is not very delicate, and the clothes on his body are either red or green. Seeing the exaggerated and hypocritical smile on its face, He Lingchuan shivered subconsciously.

   "The meaning of the doll, don't I need to say more?"

  Sun Fuling whispered at the side: "What a 'body like a cage'."

   "But the premise of these two words is that the word 'courage' has been taken away from the word 'strength'." Wen Daolun said softly, "The word 'strength' may be your opportunity."

  Strong strength is the only way to change destiny.

  This principle seems to be applicable to any world.

  He Lingchuan dipped in water and wrote the character "Li" on the table. After reading it for a long time, he coughed softly: "The character for 'Yong' can be added to the bottom and three points of water."

   means "tong" and "chong".

  It takes time for his strength to increase. When he is not strong enough, is there any other way to avoid disaster?

   Wen Daolun asked him back: "What do you think?"

   "Can these two words be spelled together?" He Lingchuan made nonsense, "Do you want me to run away when I encounter water?"

   "Maybe." Wen Daolun said with a smile, "I said, after the natural disaster, the number of fortunetelling is no longer accurate, your fate..."

   "It is determined but not yet determined." He Lingchuan was able to answer quickly, "I know."

   This time, he seemed to understand the solution, but he didn’t seem to understand it completely.

   It seems that both the old turtle and Wen Daolun like to play tricks, maybe they themselves have only a half-knowledge, or maybe this kind of thing is not clear.

  Wen Daolun stopped at this point, took out a pocket chessboard out of nowhere, turned to Sun Fuling and said, "Girl Sun, let's talk again?"

  Sun Fuling was also very straightforward: "Okay, what is Mr. Wen going to lose this time?"

  Wen Daolun was almost choked, and he waited for a long time before saying: "The last time I was just careless!"

  Sun Fuling remained motionless: "If you lose, come to Shumin Academy to give five lectures."

   "Two classes." Wen Daolun shook his head, "I don't have that much time."

  The two bargained, and finally settled on three sessions.

   Of course, if Sun Fuling loses, he doesn't have to pay. What is Wen Daolun's status, how can he ask for a lottery from a junior?

  He Lingchuan has no love for playing chess, and after watching it for a while, he fell asleep.

   When Sun Fuling shook his sleeve, the carriage also returned to Panlong City: "We have arrived."

  He Lingchuan woke up immediately: "Mr. Wen lost again?"

   Wen Daolun's beard is all up, but he didn't deny it.

  He did lose again, even worse than last time.

   "You are young, and your chess skills are really..." He sighed, "It reminds me of someone."

  He Lingchuan asked, "Who?"

   "Master Zhong's beloved daughter." Wen Daolun got out of the car after speaking, stood on the ground and stretched.

  In fact, the guards on the road reported that the monster under the seance platform escaped without being caught.

  He Lingchuan simply told Wen Daolun about the old woman's weird story, and then said: "I don't have any evidence, I just make random assumptions like this for Mr. Wen's consideration."

   Wen Daolun didn't interrupt him from beginning to end. After listening carefully, he nodded and said, "This news is useful, thank you very much."

   Alas, there is another meeting, and Wen Daolun returns in a hurry.

  The brigade also left with him.

  The cold wind on the South Gate Square made Sun Fuling wrap her coat tightly. Just getting off the warm carriage like spring, she felt a little uncomfortable.

  He Lingchuan said immediately upon seeing this: "Let's go home."

   After speaking, he was slightly taken aback.

   However, there is nothing wrong with this sentence, the two families are next to each other. Sun Fuling didn't seem to hear anything unusual, and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah!"

   The two of them were about to climb into the carriage he had hired, when Sun Fuling suddenly asked him again: "It seems that your complexion is still not good today, what happened to you?"

  He Lingchuan subconsciously said: "It's nothing." This girl is too sensitive, and he thinks he has been covering it up well.

  Sun Fuling stopped immediately and looked at him sideways: "Tell me. It's not wise to be depressed alone in Panlong City."

   He finally sighed: "I just lost a comrade in arms...a good comrade in arms."

   Mao Tao died, and he didn't even have time to burn two more paper money for this loyal subordinate.

   Besides him, no one seemed to care about this matter or this person.

  From the moment it was buried in the loess, the name went with the wind.

  Sun Fuling gently pressed his wrist, and the warmth of the palm came through: "The world is impermanent, and life and death are the norm."

  She didn't ask which comrade it was. In Panlong City, life and death are the norm.

  He Lingchuan nodded, so what if he didn't think so?

  She asked again: "Have you put the lotus lantern?"

   "What?" He didn't understand.

"follow me."

  Sun Fuling dragged him into the narrow street beside the square. There were several houses with their doors open, but it was unclear whether they were businesses or residents.

  The residents facing the street have a convenient location, and they can do business directly by setting up a small stall at the courtyard gate.

  Sun Fuling chose a family to walk over, and said, "Buy an ice lantern."

   This store seems to sell groceries. The owner turned around and walked back to the yard when he heard this. After a while, he came over with a hanging ice lantern on a straw rope.

  The shape of the ice lamp is like a blooming lotus flower platform, with a large bowl mouth and exquisite carving work, even the texture of the petals is carved out.

  There is a small candle in the lotus core, the length is only one-third of the little finger.

  Sun Fuling paid the money, held the lamp, and walked out:

   "The lamps made by this shop owner are the best in craftsmanship."

   Outside is the square, and there is a lake, the water of the lake is not frozen, He Lingchuan can see the figure of the fat fish cruising lazily.

  Sun Fuling handed him the ice lantern: "Just put it in the lake, and the underground hot spring will push it out."

  It was dusk at this time, and it got dark quickly after the sun went down.

  He Lingchuan took the fire book and lit the dwarf candle, held the lotus lantern and recited a few words silently, and then gently put it into the water.

  (end of this chapter)