Chapter 25 How can a folding fan kill people?

"The ruthless way?" Yan Ye's eyelashes trembled, "What gave you such an illusion?"

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

Is ice and snow affectionate?

She didn't want to get to the bottom of it, and this thought just popped up suddenly.

"Just asking casually."

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

There are three thousand great ways of cultivation. According to what a person specializes in, they can be divided into sword cultivation, knife cultivation, body cultivation, weapon cultivation, formation cultivation, etc. This can be chosen as early as when entering the Tao.

But what really determines whether you can reach the step of ascension on the great way is the Taoist school that the cultivator chooses after experiencing many, perhaps the third period, or the fifth period or even the seventh period.

For example... the Supreme Forgetfulness of Love, or even Ruthlessness, or the punishment, killing, joy, etc., which are the rules of Heaven that the cultivators have realized.

That is not even your own choice, maybe it is the Heavenly Rules that choose you.

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

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

Yan Ye nodded, "Destiny." Yan Ye

was good at calculations throughout his life, and he calculated that the only master-disciple relationship in his life was the cold spring day, crossing the water in the forest and spring.

So there was Lin Du.

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

"Then Master, didn't you expect that your disciple probably wouldn't live long?"

Yan Ye reached out 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 calculate, 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, the red marks on it could be seen through the black dense mesh.

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

This old guy was really cruel.

First recite the book, then have breakfast. After breakfast, go to the library to calculate the remaining fragments of the formation. Then return to Luoze to set up the formation for Yanye to check. Then break through the thick ice and enter Luoze to brainwash. After dinner, return to the cave to practice meditation. This is Lin Du's day.

Just like high school or postgraduate life, day after day, ordinary and simple, it doesn't seem to be that tiring after getting used to it.

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

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

Under the ice, there are tea trees. Yan Ye had heard her complain about why there was no ice tea, so he picked them himself and made tea leaves for her using ancient methods. He used the spiritual water from the waterfall above Luoze to brew the tea. After soaking it overnight, the ice tea water was light green in color, slightly bitter, and refreshing. The

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

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

That day, she only spent half a day to calculate the last remnant, and she was not in a hurry to find Yan Ye.

She simply took out the fan to play 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 stunned, "Senior?"

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

"Can you brand the consciousness?"

Lin Du certainly knew, this kind of small magic, she learned it by reading books.

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

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

The voice sounded again.

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

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

The dull silver-grey color of the folding fan, which had never been opened, was like metal gradually melting under high temperature, showing a softened metallic luster.

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

Floating Life.

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

Dream Pen Draws Floating Life.

Lin Du reached out and grasped the handle of the fan, and opened the folding fan in a flash.

The inside was still bright and clear. The material of this folding fan was not ordinary bamboo or wood, but a composite molten gold. There were hard angled protrusions on the handle of the fan, and there was no other carving.

Whether it is the fan bone or the fan surface, they are all neatly square, sharp, and cold. The moment it is opened, it is as colorful as pearl carvings, and you can vaguely see Lin Du's fragmented face.

Then the base color of the fan surface turned pale blue, and frost slowly formed on it. You can clearly see the growth process of various snowflakes on it, which are crystal clear.

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

She put away the fan, thinking that this thing can be used to show off, but who knows that the next moment, someone in the bookstore said, "This is also a murder weapon." "

How can a folding fan kill people?"

"Since you know your life, you can kill people."

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

This time, no one answered her.

Lin Du didn't care, he stood up holding the fan and walked out of the bookstore.

Then, he poured spiritual power into the handle of the fan.

He swept it forward.

Nothing happened.

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

enough, a rookie is still a rookie even if he gets the spiritual treasure.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the study, she suddenly heard the sound of ice.

It was faint and fragmentary, but for a cultivator with sensitive five senses, it was particularly 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 slowly climbing up to an icy white color.

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

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

"No, I didn't intend to kill anyone today. Brother Bird, wait for me. I'll come and save you."

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

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

Lin Du: ...

"Forget it, I'll make some extra food in the kitchen."