Chapter 25: How can a folding fan kill someone?

"Ruthless?" Yan Ye's eyelashes trembled. "What gave you such an illusion?"

Lin Du couldn't tell, because Yan Yehe should be like Luo Ze, born in ice and snow and melted in ice and snow.

Does ice and snow have feelings?

She didn't really want to get to the bottom of it; the thought just popped into her mind.

"Just asking."

Yan Ye lowered his eyes and took back the consciousness that was on his little disciple, "No, I am not ruthless."

There are three thousand paths of cultivation, which can be divided into sword cultivation, knife cultivation, body cultivation, weapon cultivation, formation cultivation, etc. according to one's expertise. This can be chosen as early as when one enters the path.

But what really determines whether you can reach the stage of ascension on the Great Dao is the Taoist tradition that the cultivator chooses after going through many stages, perhaps the third stage, the fifth stage or even the seventh stage.

For example... the Supreme Being is indifferent to emotions, or even ruthless, or perhaps killing, joy, and other such things are one of the rules of heaven that are realized by such cultivators.

That is not even your own choice, maybe it is the rules of nature that choose you.

Yan Ye didn't know why his little disciple suddenly asked this, but he told her very responsibly, "What I cultivate is destiny."

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, "Life?"

Yan Ye nodded, "Life."

Yan Ye was good at calculations throughout his life, and he figured out that his only master-disciple relationship in this life would be a cold spring day, when they crossed the river in the forest.

So there was Lindu.

Lin Du tilted her head and thought about it. She, the woman holding the script, would probably embark on the path of cultivating her life in the future.

"Then Master, didn't you expect that your disciple would not live long?"

Yan Ye reached out his hand and flicked her head accurately, "If you say that again, jump into Luoze and cleanse your brain."

"I don't know about others, but Jiang Liang and I want you to live, and you must live."

Lin Du worked hard every day to plan, and was afraid that his hair would bother him, so he usually wore a net scarf to tie his hair. Now, even through the net scarf that fluttered, the red marks on his hair could be seen through the densely woven black yarn.

The next day when Lin Du opened his eyes from meditation, he saw the bruises on his forehead.

This old guy is really ruthless.

First he memorized the text, then he went to have breakfast. After breakfast he went to the study to calculate the remaining fragments of the formation. Then he returned to Luoze to set up the formation for Yan Ye to check. Then he broke through the thick ice and went into Luoze to brainwash himself. After dinner he returned to the cave to meditate and practice. This was Lin Du's day.

Just like life in high school or preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, day after day is ordinary and plain, and once you get used to it you don’t seem to be that tired.

Lin Du felt that the world of cultivation lacked iced American coffee and cigarettes, so she soon found a substitute for iced American coffee.

There are icebergs around Luoze, not snow mountains, but icebergs.

There are tea trees under the ice. Yan Ye has heard her complain about why there is no iced tea, so he picked them himself and made tea for her using ancient methods. He then brewed them with spiritual water from the waterfall above Luoze. The iced tea that has been soaked overnight is light green in color, slightly bitter in the mouth, and has a clear tea aroma that is particularly refreshing.

And the tea leaves themselves are from a 3,000-year-old tea tree, covered with natural ice and snow, gathering the rich spiritual energy of this beautiful place, accumulated over hundreds of years. The pound of tea leaves produced from it is a natural treasure that can dissolve inner demons, nourish the mind and clear the heart. If it were put on the market, one hundred spirit crystals might not be able to buy even three or two ounces of it.

Lin Du felt that he could calculate faster after drinking tea, and thought that if he wanted to improve his learning efficiency, he had to use iced caffeine to stay awake.

She only spent half a day calculating the last remnant that day, and was not in a hurry to find Yan Ye. She simply took out the fan and played with it.

The voice that only urged her to eat suddenly sounded again, "The fan is missing something, but it is not completely useless."

Lin Du was startled, "Senior?"

She didn't even know who was guarding the library, and even Yan Ye didn't seem to know clearly.

"Can you brand the mind?"

Of course Lin Du knows it. She learned these little magic tricks from reading books herself.

She released her spiritual consciousness, then wrapped the fan completely, and waited for the spiritual treasure to soften and be accepted.

"That is a heavenly spiritual treasure, but now it can only be considered half a heavenly spiritual treasure."

The voice rang out again.

The consciousness that was originally floating on the surface suddenly disappeared, as if it had fallen into an invisible black hole.

Lin Du raised his hands and formed a seal, imprinting his consciousness on this magical treasure.

The dull silver-grey colour of the folding fan, which had never been opened, now looked like metal gradually melting under high temperature, revealing a softened metallic luster.

At this moment, Lin Du knew the name of this magical treasure.

Floating life.

But this is indeed not a complete spiritual treasure, because it also has a symbiotic spiritual object, the Dream Pen.

Dreams paint a fleeting life.

Lin Du reached out and grasped the handle of the fan, then opened it with a swish.

The inside is still bright and beautiful. The material of this folding fan is not ordinary bamboo or wood, but a composite molten gold. There are hard angled protrusions on the handle, and no other carvings can be seen.

Both the fan ribs and the fan leaf were neatly shaped with sharp points and hard edges. When opened, they glowed like pearls carved from a shell, and one could vaguely see Lin Du's fragmented face.

Then the base color of the fan turned pale green, and frost slowly formed on it. The growth process of colorful snowflakes on it could be clearly seen, crystal clear.

Lin Du was stunned at first, but soon realized why this thing was called Floating Life.

She put away the fan, thinking that this thing was just for showing off, but the next moment, someone in the bookstore said, "This is also a murderous weapon."

"How can a folding fan kill someone?"

"If you know someone's life, you can kill him."

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, "Illusion array?"

This time, no one answered her.

Lin Du didn't care. He stood up holding his fan and walked out of the study.

Next, pour spiritual energy into the fan handle.

Sweep forward.

Nothing happened.

Lin Du sneered and shook his head. What kind of fairy-like dream was she having?

As expected, a newbie is still a newbie even if he gets Lingbao.

She was about to turn around and go back to the study when she suddenly heard the sound of ice.

It's fragmentary, but to a monk with keen five senses, it's exceptionally clear.

Lin Du turned around suddenly and found that the lush green cedars on both sides of the stone steps of the study were covered with frost inch by inch, and the stone steps were also slowly turning icy white.

A bird on the branch had not yet reacted and its tiny claws had been frozen to the branch, while the frost was still climbing upwards.

Lin Du wanted to untie it quickly, but he didn't know how. He moved his consciousness inside the spiritual treasure and communicated for a long time. The bird, which was so anxious that it spread its wings but couldn't fly, had been frozen to the neck.

"No, I don't want to kill anyone today. Brother Bird, wait for me. I'm coming to save you."

Lin Du tried it, closed the folding fan, poured spiritual power into it again, and pointed it in the direction of the branch.

A stream of spiritual power transformed into a tiny ice knife, which cut off the branch with one stroke. The bird and the branch fell to the ground with a thud. From a distance, it looked like a skewered roasted bird with rock sugar.

Lin Du: ...

"Forget it, the kitchen will prepare some extra food."