Jian Feng frowned and analyzed, "With your status as an Earth God, the Myriad Veins Sword Sect wouldn't have offended you for no reason if they still wanted to come to Dongzhou. Something must have happened."
Xiang Sheng also tends to believe the second guess.
However, the divine consciousness she left on Lin Beilan and others did not disappear, so there was no need to rush.
"Let's not talk about Xizhou for now."
Xiang Sheng's tone was as calm as ever: "If we want to restore order in Dongzhou, killing people alone is not enough."
"It seems you already have an idea."
Jian Feng smiled again, "Then I don't have to worry about this. If you need me anywhere, just let me know."
Xiang Sheng shook his head and chuckled, "This is a small matter. I can handle it alone. Senior, just focus on refining your resentment."
After hearing what Xiang Sheng said, Jian Feng felt completely relieved.
…
At noon the next day, Xiang Sheng's resentment bead was wrapped in pure air and passed into Jian Feng's body. The resentment bead was extremely condensed and then suppressed by the pure air. The whole process was smooth and safe, so there is no need to elaborate.
Jian Feng underestimated the heaviness of the resentment bead. After accepting it completely, he immediately felt overwhelmed. He could only fly high into the sky, transform into the carrier of heaven, and go into seclusion to adapt.
This made him violate the agreement of "staying a few more days", which made Fengfeng cry for several days.
Wang Tuo couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he could only sigh and deliberately jump onto Fengfeng's shoulder to ruffle the little girl's hair.
Fengfeng was surprised and happy. She immediately forgot everything and ran out after Wang Tuo.
"Uncle Wang, don't run away. Let me touch you again!"
“Uncle Wang!!!”
Xiang Sheng listened to Feng Feng's laughter outside the house, and a hint of tenderness flashed across his eyes.
She turned around, sat down at the table, and started sketching.
Resentment had weighed on her like a yoke for over a decade, but now, freed from it, she felt a sense of rebirth. Even painting seemed different from before, with all sorts of insights pulsing through her heart.
The strokes were extremely smooth, Xiang Sheng followed his heart and immersed himself in them. After a moment, a lifelike human face appeared on the paper.
This face belonged to none other than Xiang Sheng himself.
However, the painting shows the face of the previous life on Earth.
This is the natural reflection of the heart in a state of enlightenment?
Xiang Sheng sighed in his heart, looking at himself on the drawing paper, and suddenly his eyes froze.
wrong.
The person in the painting is her, but why does it look a little different from the face in her memory from her previous life?
"eccentric……"
Xiang Sheng traced the outline of the person in the painting with his fingertips, observed it for a moment, and finally figured out where this sense of deviation came from.
It's time.
The face she painted looked even older than when she was lying on the hospital bed in her previous life.
"Old." Xiang Sheng muttered to himself, frowning slightly.
She hadn't painted any wrinkles on the face in this portrait, but it gave the impression of old age, as if a hundred-year-old soul was hidden beneath a youthful face.
A hundred years old?!
Xiang Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
In terms of the time she remembered, it had indeed been more than a hundred years, and this sense of time was actually expressed in the painting.
When did her painting skills become so good?
...Maybe it's not painting skills, but something else?
Xiang Sheng pondered for a moment, then looked up again, his eyes clear again.
She recalled the feeling of being immersed in it just now and started writing again.
This time, she still painted herself, but not her previous life, but her face after traveling to the world of cultivation.
The first one shows her in her prime, with a hint of immaturity between her eyebrows and eyes, just when she first entered the Chiyan Sect.
After finishing one picture, Xiang Sheng didn't look at it for long and continued to draw the second one.
This one was of a young man in his twenties, and was about 80% similar to the face Xiang Chang deliberately fabricated at this moment.
After finishing this painting, Xiang Sheng was stunned for a moment, vaguely sensing a sense of charm from the painting.
She let the charm fall on her body, and suddenly felt her face change slightly.
She immediately waved her sleeve to create a water mirror, and when she saw the face reflected in the mirror, her eyes were filled with shock beyond words.
My face has become exactly the same as the one in the painting!
"What the hell is going on..."
Xiang Sheng continued to paint, and more and more of himself emerged on the paper: young, middle-aged, old, each one was vivid and lifelike.
She didn't even have to think, just a thought and the appearance of the corresponding age would appear in her mind.
Her face also keeps switching between youth and old age, and finally returns to the appearance of the young person in the painting.
Looking at the dozens of myself on the table, a clearer understanding emerged from the bottom of my heart.
Xiang Sheng's eyes changed.
After ten years of shackles, she was finally freed. In a flash of enlightenment, she seemed to realize something profound. "A little late, but it's not a big deal. I've already lost my perfect attendance this month. Woohoo┭┮﹏┭┮"
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