Chapter 374

Above the sky, Zhou Ming and Chu Xinran flew among the white clouds, whistling wind swept across the cheeks, blowing the ends of their hair, leaving a residual shadow.

"I think it's hard for you."

Zhou Mingdan's aura surged out of his body and turned it into a hanging force, which moved Chu Xinran to his side.

"An idea turns into a void, an idea comes true."

Zhou Ming read ancient syllables in his mouth, stretched out his index finger and gently touched Chu Xinran's eyebrows.

The waves of mental power emanated from Chu Xin's mind, and the rudiment of knowing the sea gradually condensed.

Chu Xinran's consciousness in his soul has fallen into a state of chaos because of his spiritual trauma. With today's medical technology, this kind of soul problem is mostly classified as a mental problem.

In other words, Chu Xinran is now insane and suffering from mental illness.

But in Zhou Ming's eyes, this is Chu Xinran's soul, which is to protect his consciousness. Liu Yan's death has caused an irreparable spiritual blow to Chu Xinran. Under excessive panic and sadness, a person's thinking consciousness is inevitably confused.

There are two situations. One is that the soul instinct is protecting its own consciousness and closing the connection between consciousness and brain. In this case, most people will be in a coma.

The other is the mental illness called by modern medicine. The spirit is injured, and the soul does not close the consciousness in time. Under the extreme emotional reaction, the consciousness and thinking form a chaotic fault, which leads to the damage of the soul and permanent irreversible mental injury.

Chu Xinran's present state is the latter.

The mind is hurt, the soul is damaged.

Zhou Ming had a way to help Chu Xinran recover his consciousness, but under this great spiritual blow, even if Chu Xinran's consciousness came back, he could only live in endless sadness and fear in the future.

In the end, Chu Xinran is likely to be sent to the hospital again for treatment because of mental problems.

This result will only make Chu Xinran spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.

"Alas."

Zhou Ming found that he sighed more and more recently, and the cause and effect of this mortal world is really complicated. If he didn't meet Chu Xinran, forced to take her in the side, also can't happen now this kind of tragedy.

Zhou Ming takes Chu Xinran and falls on a cloud covered mountain peak. He raises his hand and makes several Lingyuan to expel the impurities in Chu Xinran's body.

A perfect body floats in front of Zhou Ming, like a natural jade, touching the air of heaven and earth.

"Today, I will wash away your original memory and give you a new life."

The memory in Chu Xinran's mind has been washed away by Zhou Ming. Countless new ideas and ideas are implanted into her brain. The cracks in her soul are slowly repaired.

Between the two breaths, Chu Xinran's whole body became completely new, with perfect body, long hair and ethereal temperament.

"Wake up!"

Zhou Ming raises his finger a little in front of him. The clear water from Lingyuan washes away the dirt on Chu Xinran's body, and it turns into sweet rain and dew in the future.

Countless new greens are born, and wild flowers are blooming on the side of the mountain. In this late autumn scene of withered prosperity, it becomes a school of heaven and earth.

One eye Mou slowly opens, delicate jade foot steps on a green leaf, looking at the person in front of you, slowly opens a way: "who are you?"

Zhou Ming took out a set of antique style red clothes from the system backpack and said with a smile, "I'm Shen Yue, your friend. I'm glad you can come back. I'm glad you can come back."

"I seem to have forgotten something..."

Chu Xinran touched his temple, and Daimei wrinkled slightly.

Zhou Ming smiles but says nothing.

"Well, forget it, I can't remember."

Chu Xinran took the clothes on Zhou Ming's hand and asked him, "by the way, Shen Yue, how can we be on the top of the mountain now?"

She put on a suit of red, jade foot does not touch the ground, looking at his hands, surprised: "Shen Yue, what's the matter with me?"

"You are now a practitioner."

Zhou Ming infused Chu Xinran with the concept of a practitioner, believing that she would soon be able to adapt to her present body. Now that he has agreed to Liu Yan, it is impossible for Zhou Ming to leave Chu Xinran behind. Instead of letting Chu Xinran spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital, it is better to erase the magic barrier in her heart and lead her to practice.

He and Chu Xinran's cause and effect are completely formed at this moment.

"Practitioners... Let me see."

Chu Xinran digested the memory in his mind and waved.

A series of auras rushed out of Chu Xinran's elixir field, came to his palm, formed a terrible force of heaven and earth, and rushed to the side of the mountain!

"Bang!"

There are so many broken stones on the side of the mountain!

When Zhou Ming reached for his hand, the falling stones turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

"Although you have seven levels of cultivation of refining Qi, don't show it in front of people."

Zhou Ming stepped forward and gently played on Chu Xinran's forehead, blaming him."I see, master."

Chu Xinran rubbed his bright and clean forehead and grinned.

"Master?"

Zhou Ming shook his head and wry smile, "although I pass on your accomplishments, I didn't let you treat me as a master."

"Hey, hey, you not only teach me my accomplishments, but also cultivate my skills. Is that what a master can do?"

Chu Xinran didn't tangle with his lost memory, and soon accepted the reality, playing his "rogue" attribute.

"It's up to you."

Zhou Ming carries his hands, and a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes suddenly float to Chu Xinran.

"Put them on first, and then change your clothes after going down the mountain."

"I think it's very nice. Those modern clothes are so fancy. It's still comfortable to wear this ancient suit."

Chu Xinran stroked a wisp of hair hanging to the chest, looking at the pair of embroidered shoes, beautiful eyes shining.

"Let's go."

As soon as Zhou Ming's hand turns, he drives the general trend between heaven and earth. After Chu Xinran puts on his embroidered shoes, he follows him and disappears on the top of the mountain.

A place where ordinary people can't set foot in the valley, covered by clouds, thousands of plants are full of business, as if they were born in spring.

Along the way, from the valley up, you can see a curved ladder, climb up the ladder, a winding gate hurdle standing on the flat top of the stone, forming a huge channel.

This is the location of Xiaoyao palace, one of the eight sects in the world of Chinese cultivation. This year's daomen meeting is just the turn of Xiaoyao palace.

So on this misty peak, we can see everywhere that the old road of building the foundation of the immortal wind and the bones is coming.

A grand palace is located on the hillside of the ethereal peak. Countless Xiuzhen disciples stand on the circular platform in front of the palace, listening to Fengyun Yao's sermon sitting on a pear chair in front of the palace.

Fengyun Yao has snow-white eyebrows and a plain blue robe. He sits on the platform. There are several old roads on both sides. Among them, there are some vacant chairs for those schools who can't arrive in time.

In less than an hour, the eight sects came together one after another.

Fengyun Yao stopped preaching, looked at the seven sect leaders or elders who were sitting in front of and behind him, and said with a smile, "thank you for coming to Xiaoyao palace to participate in this Taoist meeting."

"You're very kind. I'm waiting for you to come here to make an appointment with daomen. Why bother to say that?"

A white shirt old man with a long sword smiles at Fengyun Yao in front of the palace and says.

"Nice to meet you."

"How can we not go to daomen's appointment? Ha ha ha!"

"We're all here to ask. We don't have to be polite."

...

a group of leaders spoke separately, saying that Fengyun Yao didn't have to be polite to them.

Fengyun Yao stood up and gave them a fist. His voice was aural: "I've been cultivating the real world for thousands of years. Now, although the world is not as prosperous as it was, this gate conference has never stopped. Years flow, rivers and mountains change, and talents change. At this Taoist meeting, Xiaoyao palace will live up to your expectations and carry forward the glory of our Taoist school! "

Everyone's words reverberate in their ears.

There was no applause, only the admiration and admiration of many monks.

Fengyun Yao nodded, it seems that this year's daomen conference, everything will be smooth.

In previous years, many sects who had problems with each other would take this opportunity to ask each other for advice, which was called "discussing the Tao".

This time, the conference was held in Xiaoyao palace, and the other seven sects had to give Fengyun a bit of a thin face. Who said that Xiaoyao palace ranked second among the eight sects? Even if we met with our old enemies now, we have to bear it.

"In this way, I will start with my understanding of the road in the past few years of Xiaoyao palace..."

Fengyun Yao stood in front of the towering palace of Xiaoyao palace, faced with a group of disciples of the eight sects, and began to slowly explain the essence of his cultivation.

The gifted generation of the eight sects of the disciples on the platform, although they only have the cultivation in the period of refining Qi, have a high understanding. They can understand some profound principles of Fengyun Yao with a little thought. Therefore, these disciples are immersed in Fengyun Yao's preaching at the moment. They are as crazy as drunk and do not want to be distracted.

Fengyun Yao's preaching can only be regarded as a warm-up before, but now it's really the beginning of the topic. His idea of cultivation is more and more profound, and later, only the seven sect leaders and elders here can understand it.

Speaking of this part, the seven representatives of Xiuzhen sect all nodded. These things are also very useful for their cultivation.

After all, Fengyun Yao said that they should be alert to some of the problems easily encountered in the foundation building practice. Several of them, like those disciples on the platform, fell into a state of obsession.

"Immortal Feng's sermon is of great benefit to us all."

Xu Jing touched his white beard and sighed."But elder Xu got inspiration from it this time?"

A voice came from Xujing. An old man with a long sword on his back put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile to Xujing.

"Inspiration is not enough. Compared with Feng Zhenren, I feel inferior in preaching."

Xu Jing also showed a kind smile to the old man in white shirt and said.

Their voices were so subtle that no one could hear them. At the same time, they looked at Fengyun Yao on the platform, and their lips moved gently.