As everyone was eating, there was a commotion in the hall.
Jiang Niannian glanced at Yin Buqi, lifted the curtain and looked downstairs.
The people who were still eating became alert, and saw a group of people rushing into the cafeteria. They were wearing ordinary clothes and had long swords on their waists. It was impossible to tell which sect they belonged to.
The man in the lead was leading a white wolf.
The white wolf's eyes were red, and it growled softly at the people, drooling at the corners of its mouth.
This white wolf looked familiar. Then, she was surprised and asked, "Isn't this the one Tang Xuanye sat on? Why is it here?"
Jiang Ziyou usually has no temper, but now he is furious and slams the table: "What?! That woman must be here too!"
"I'm going to kill her!" Meiqiu also showed a ferocious expression, as if as long as Jiang Niannian said "Close the door and release the dog," he would turn into a beast and go out to bite someone to death.
The tone and expression are very earnest.
Yin Buqi showed no expression. He picked up a piece of steamed pork with crab paste for Jiang Niannian and said in a neutral tone, "Tang Xuanye is not here. He is dead."
"Dead?!" the other three were shocked.
Yin Buqi continued, "Yes. Tang Murou's deeds were spread, and she made many enemies. Tang Xuanye was killed on the way back to Northern Xinjiang to protect her. It seems that these people must have done it."
Jiang Niannian asked: "What about Tang Murou? Is she dead?"
Yin Buqi replied, "She's missing."
Jiang Ziyou's eyes widened: "Why isn't she dead yet?"
Coal Ball responded: "That's right!"
Yin Buqi took a handkerchief and wiped the soup from the corner of Jiang Nian Nian's mouth, and continued: "Now the four major sects have gradually declined, and other small sects have risen one after another, all wanting to squeeze into the ranks of the four major sects. This is why the forbidden technique of pulling the thread can cause such a big fluctuation. Although the forbidden technique will touch upon the taboos of the cultivation world, in fact, everyone wants to get it."
Jiang Niannian suddenly realized, isn’t this “involution”?
Sect members should not practice the Thread Pulling Technique. If other sects practice it, they will kill you. They will force you to practice it.
After pondering for a while, Jiang Niannian said, "Since it is a forbidden technique and powerful enough, there must be some backlash."
"Not bad." Yin Buqi nodded: "Using this technique means burning your life and soul."
…
Night falls.
Jiang Niannian sat on the bed and entered into a state of meditation.
The sea of consciousness gradually opened up, white mist filled the air, and everything became gray.
It is clear that as long as she reaches the Yuanying stage, her sea of consciousness will be clear. Now that she has reached the Huashen stage, she still cannot see her sea of consciousness clearly. It is really strange. She always feels that an invisible force is preventing her from advancing.
In fact, it is very dangerous to explore before the sea of consciousness is clear. At the least, it will cause mental depression, and at the worst, it will harm the spiritual aspect. But she just wants to know what is hindering her cultivation.
Her sea of consciousness was hazy and she was drowsy. She relied on her intuition to explore deeper into the darkness.
It seemed that as long as she could break through this layer, she would be able to recover something.
She could vaguely see some blurry fragments.
She saw a woman who looked exactly like her, with an aura of a fairy. She just stood there, as if the whole world needed to fall for her.
But at this moment, she was locked up tightly, trapped in the huge bedroom.
Above his head was a luxurious golden cage, every part of which was inlaid with precious gems and covered with layers of magic circles.
The golden cage imprisons the canary.
"Get out of here!"
A hurried voice sounded.
Jiang Niannian asked, "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know."
Don't you want me to remember it?
Sorry, I had to remember it today!
Jiang Niannian took a deep breath and probed deeper and deeper. She moved her fingers together, gathered her spiritual power, and probed deep into her sea of consciousness. The next second, she felt her soul being sucked into the woman's body.
In a daze, she felt her eyelids were too heavy to open.
The door of the bedroom was opened, and then a cold fragrance came to my face.
Jiang Niannian felt someone picked her up.
A familiar deep male voice sounded in my ears: "Master, are you awake?"
Master? Are you calling her?
"Master, why do you ignore me?"
Jiang Niannian wanted to say something, but couldn't open her mouth.
No one answered.
The man suddenly became furious, and with a bang, he seemed to have knocked over a bunch of heavy objects. He roared angrily, accumulating the power of thunder.
"Does Master hate me so much? You are unwilling to even look at me?!"
Jiang Niannian's heart shuddered, and she tried to see the man's appearance clearly. In the dazzling light and shadow, she saw a blurry face.
Black hair, red eyes, pale face, but deep red lips.
"...You won't give up?"
Her consciousness faded and she was gradually lost in the white mist. She couldn't find the way back. The whole world suddenly became dark and she didn't know what day it was.
Another sigh rang out: "I was away for just a moment, and Nian Nian got herself into this state."
The voice was obviously the same as the one that called her "Master" just now, but the former was violent and gloomy, while the current voice was full of love and compassion.
"Niannian, it's time to wake up." said the voice.
In an instant, it was as if a huge hand suddenly grabbed her consciousness and pulled her out of the sea of consciousness!
"Nian Nian."
The sound suddenly became clear.
Jiang Niannian suddenly opened her eyes, groaned and fell on the bed, her head felt like it was about to explode with pain.
In this piercing pain, Jiang Niannian knew that she seemed to have failed.
She looked around. She was still lying in the guest room. It was dark and the oil lamp was flickering on the candlestick.
Yin Buqi was holding her in his arms, with a worried look on his face.
Yin Buqi said: "Nian Nian has entered the sea of consciousness? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If I had come a little later, your consciousness would not have come back!"
There was some anger in his voice, because his extreme worry gave rise to a hint of madness.
"Yeah." Jiang Niannian nodded: "You may not believe it, but my sea of consciousness is actually gray."
"I believe it. Your spirit is unstable and your sea of consciousness is unclear." Yin Buqi said, "I felt something was wrong when we were practicing dual cultivation, so I forced Nian Nian to practice swordplay and take medicine to recuperate. I was afraid that you would be sad, so I wanted to hide it from you."
Jiang Niannian had not yet recovered from the residual pain, and leaned her head on Yin Buqi tiredly.
Yin Buqi used one hand to transfer spiritual energy to her to soothe her, and with the other hand he brought over the freshly cooked sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice porridge, saying, "Nian Nian didn't have a good appetite tonight and didn't eat much, so I went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of porridge for you to moisten your stomach."
People who practice Taoism can rely on fasting pills to meet their physical needs, but this is generally not necessary.
When they were still in Qingqiu, Yin Buqi would personally cook for Jiang Niannian whenever he had time.
Yin Buqi pays great attention to Jiang Niannian's food, and tries every means to make the healthiest and most delicious food for her, which is exquisitely presented and suits Jiang Niannian's taste.
This resulted in Jiang Niannian's stomach becoming more and more picky, and her taste becoming more and more discerning.
Yin Buqi scooped a spoonful and fed it to him.
After finishing half a bowl of porridge, he heard Jiang Niannian muttering, "I saw a person in my sea of consciousness, with black hair and red eyes, who looks a lot like you."