Chapter 834

Yilin kidnapped a crane and left Fangyuan mountain at a speeding speed.

Ren Qingshan walked out of the house silently, suspended in mid air and stared into the distance.

After dealing with the questions of the disciples, the flower boy quietly floated to Ren Qingshan, lowered his eyebrows and looked very clever.

They were silent for a while. The sunset set. Finally, the flower boy couldn't help asking, "Lin Yi went down the mountain without permission. Will the master not punish him?"

"Pa!"

The sound of flower fairy tale just fell. I wanted to wait for Ren Qingshan to reply, but what I waited for was a slap in the face.

This slap was not artificial. Ren Qingshan slapped on the flower boy's left face. In the twinkling of an eye, the flower boy's left face was red and swollen, and the red blood flowed down the corner of the flower boy's mouth.

The white skin and blood, red and white of beautiful teenagers form a sharp contrast.

"Be talkative."

Ren Qingshan smiled and said two words.

Obviously beat the flower boy, but he couldn't see any anger on his face.

"The flower boy dare not."

……

At the same time.

Male worker class.

In front of Chenbei.

The young man looked excited and shouted, "master, I understand.".

Chen Bei looked confused and forced. When he first saw Yi Lin coming, he was very happy. He wondered if the boy secretly brought some purple bamboo wine again.

But no.

"Understand?"

Wondering Chen Bei, he backhanded to Lin yimaimen and looked carefully.

After checking for a while, Chen Bei was even more confused.

Got it?

Isn't it still the realm of eight layers of gas?

What the hell did you realize?

Your sister!

Chen Bei had a vague idea of "understanding your sister" in his mind, which could improve his cultivation, but he didn't know how to express it in words. After holding it for a while, Chen Bei could only loosen his hand and said, "Xiao Lin, you understand... What?"

"Alas, I can't tell for a while. Anyway, thank you! I'll invite you to drink purple bamboo wine another day and get full!"

Yilin finished saying, like the Tathagata, while the crane didn't have time to escape, he grabbed the crane's wings and flew to the sky.

Chen Bei looked at the madly happy boy in a daze.

"Isn't it just the eighth floor? Silly music."

……

Yilin really realized.

He found a blind spot.

He has been struggling to integrate several familiar systems, but melting around is nothing more than to make himself more proficient and comfortable in their respective fields.

Can't get out, can't get out, can't get out.

He never got out of the original system.

Success is knowledge, failure is knowledge.

Because of his understanding, Yilin's ideas have been limited to several systems and cannot be broken through.

In fact, it can't blame Yilin. Scientific progress can't be achieved overnight. Sometimes it often takes the efforts of several generations to succeed.

Yilin runs the factotum class like a gust of inspiration to express a round of gratitude to Chenbei. After taking advantage of the night, Yilin returns to the Fangyuan mountain.

Once the crane, the bird ran away. Perhaps, the kidnapping experience made it a crane, and it didn't dare to go half a step closer to Fangyuan mountain.

The wooden houses in Fangyuan mountain are built in every corner.

There is an open space around the wooden house.

The open space is overgrown with weeds, but with a little repair and a wooden fence, you can barely live as a single family villa.

Yilin returned to the room and thought for a while. He carefully felt the movement around him.

Ren Qingshan and the flower boy didn't seem to pay attention to him and didn't explore here with spiritual knowledge.

Yilin is almost sure that Chenbei has a high status in Tianjian gate.

... speaking of it, Yilin was wrong.

That's really dog blood.

The peerless strong man hidden in the factotum class?

Yesterday, after seeing the wordless token, Ren Qingshan sold Chenbei face and promised to let Yilin enjoy the treatment of most inner disciples as a "registered disciple".

"This wordless token looks ordinary. Unexpectedly, it is of great use."

When Yilin sighed, he put the wordless token away. At this point, he missed the storage space again. Without storage space, he hid everything in his clothes. It made Yilin drum a bag here and bulge a pimple there, which was very uncomfortable. This is also thanks to the loose and breathable design of disciples' robes, with dark grids inside, which can hold many small objects.

Anyway.

Jiannanchun mentioned before that there are many Sumi precepts hidden in Sumi mountain. Those who are destined to get them... Why don't you take the time to measure your fate?

The manufacturing technology of xumina ring has been lost. Now it has been handed down, all of which are left over from ancient times. One is less, not to mention its own disciples. Generally, there are no internal disciples behind the scenes. They can't ask for one, let alone the registered brother of Yilin, a rotten street.

Yilin enters the wooden house, lights the oil lamp with the old flame under the bed, sits on the bed, crosses his legs and knees, pretending to be breathing.

He casually laid a layer of boundary to isolate spiritual consciousness.

Now this means of isolating spiritual consciousness, even if it is really found, there is nothing to say. He inadvertently got involved with Chenbei, and his liking seems not low. If something happened, he directly threw out the wordless token given by Chenbei. Yilin now thinks that although the move of fox pretending to be tiger's power is old-fashioned, it's better than incense. It's really easy to use.

"Where to start?"

Yilin sat for a while, opened his eyes again and fell into entanglement.

Although he had some ideas, he didn't know where to start for a while.

"If the power value can be converted into the consumption of all systems, and this power value is closely related to the 'spirit' attribute, the key is... The human brain?"

This inference is reasonable, even without detailed deduction.

Thinking of this, Yilin is ready to try first.

Theory is always theory. If we don't practice it once or twice, we can't find the problem.

A circle of lines appeared on Yilin's right wrist, which was the supreme flow spell: soul out of the body. He talked about magic and patted himself on the chest. There was silence all around, and the insects were hidden. He floated up and became a state of mind.

The translucent soul floated in the narrow room. Yilin also hung in the air in a cross knee posture. He held his chin, thinking and observing his body.

"In the final analysis, what is the spirit? The spirit is the materialization of the ethereal concept of 'spirit'? Can the spirit exist alone completely separated from the physical body?"

Yilin began to deduce, and one idea stood up in his mind, and then quickly pushed down and started again.

"No, it shouldn't be."

In her mental state, Yilin frowned, looked at her translucent palm and muttered: "If the power value is directly linked to the mental state, I should be able to release the corresponding skills or abilities in this state. In other words, the mental state is only an outward expression of the 'spirit', which ultimately depends on the body itself... Or a palpable and visible organ in the body."

"No," soon, Yilin, who was brainstorming, shook his head again: "My spirit, if they also belong to an alternative 'spirit state', then when they materialize, Xiaobai can also display his skills. Their materialization is not true materialization. Otherwise, what is the difference between 'creating man'? In other words, what the psionic value and mental state depend on is a more microscopic and imperceptible organ... Or a certain organ Point, some... Core? "

Suddenly.

In his mental state, Yilin opened his eyes and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly floated to the front of his "body" and looked at his face carefully.

To be exact, it is to keep an eye on the position of the center of the face and eyebrows.

Yilin thought of something that had been with him for a long time, but had been ignored by him.

Every time his psionic power was exhausted, he would feel a tingling sensation in the center of his eyebrows. Before, Yilin only thought that this was just a way of "reminding", which was similar to that when someone sent a message, the death Mark would shake and shake, just acting as a "message prompt".

But now, it seems that it's unnecessary to do so. If you really want to remind the apostles that their psionics are insufficient, you might as well remind them by voice and record a little sister's voice. When the crisis comes, you try to whisper in your ear: "you've been drained, please pay attention to consumption; you'll be in a coma due to the depletion of psionics. Please find the coma place and avoid collision." Isn't that more intimate?

With Xiao Xi's status, this job can't be completed. That's what we call "a mere God".

"It should be here. When the power value is exhausted, the 'something' hidden in this position is painful due to excessive consumption."

Yilin thought of this and stared at his bright and clean forehead and approached slowly.

On his forehead was a dead skin of the same color as his flesh, which grew up with him.

Yilin gets closer and closer.

He was suddenly a little worried about whether the dead skin would keep his thoughts out.

As time goes by.

An irresistible suction came.

But this time, the suction came not from the back of the ass, but from the gaze of Yilin's eyes, that is, the middle of the eyebrows of his body.

"Whew."

Yilin didn't resist and returned spiritually.

But when he opened his eyes again, there were no wooden houses, oil lamps, darkness and small beds in his vision.

In front of me, it suddenly opened up.

The sky and the earth are deserted.