After hearing this, Wen Daolun nodded, and Tong Zi went to Qingxiang's place to take a few more mouthfuls, and then he reluctantly returned to the seabed wood where he lived.

Wen Daolun said seriously: "No wonder you don't feel it. She can't get into your sea of ​​consciousness at all."

“Why?”

"The sea of ​​consciousness in humans is more or less instinctively protecting it to prevent foreign enemies from invading. My selves only looks young, but in fact she is over 300 years old. It is easy to sneak into other people's sea of ​​consciousness." Wen Daolun also had curiosity in his eyes, "But she told me that the sea of ​​consciousness is full of mazes. She went wrong several times and almost couldn't get out."

"Maze?" The answer was beyond He Lingchuan's expectations, "She can't break in violently?"

"Do you want her to break in violently?" Wen Daolun was funny. "If you disturb your sea of ​​consciousness, you may become stupid."

So how did the last time the gods broke in? He Lingchuan did feel tired afterwards and wanted to lie down and sleep for three days and three nights. But he was very sure that he was not stupid or stupid.

Probably so.

Does this mean that he is very patient?

"Tong Zin also mentioned that this layer of confusion is very tough, and her Taoist practice cannot be broken; and she vaguely felt that if she wanted to resort to force to break it, the consequences might be serious." Wen Daolun leaned back, "What kind of magical methods have you practiced?"

He Lingchuan said one by one, and Wen Daolun said: "Depending on your age and cultivation, it cannot be a protection you built by yourself. The people behind the scenes don't want to expose your true fate. So-"

"Your blessings may be a superficial illusion." He let out a sigh of relief, "It is really rare that this kind of situation where the body and soul are divided into two parts, each corresponding to different destinies."

"The fate of the body and soul... is different?" He Lingchuan's back felt a little numb. This is indeed his current situation!

"A person's blessings are limited, and it is impossible to only have good luck forever. The backlash will be borne by your destiny, which is the so-called external accumulation and internal destruction, or external blessings and internal disasters!" Wen Daolun said in a leisurely manner, "If you pile up blessings and cause disasters day after day, you will always explode in the end. This is called "no blessings to be eliminated!"

He Lingchuan touched his chin and asked, "The boy can't even break into my sea of ​​consciousness. Can you just infer that I am a blessing outside and a disaster inside?"

"Are you still two verses?" Wen Daolun smiled, "Of course, the most important thing is that you are not an isolated case. This situation is rare, but I have seen it once before."

He Lingchuan blurted out: "Who?"

Wen Daolun shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

He didn't say that no one could force him here.

He Lingchuan felt depressed and sighed: "Since there is a disaster, you have to tell me how to relieve it, right?"

"After the disaster of heaven and earth, the fate will not be determined by heaven, but it is also in your own hands."

He Lingchuan immediately remembered the old turtle's original words: "There is no ending, it is called destiny." But what he wants now is the solution, the solution!

"Then let's take a look: If you want a word, I'll help you disassemble it." Wen Daolun moved the things on the short table and put them in front of He Lingchuan. "Just the first word you can think of now, don't think carefully!"

He wanted He Lingchuan to disassemble the first word he found in his subconscious.

Since Wen Daolun said this, He Lingchuan didn't think much about it. He reached out and dipped his hand in water, his fingers hung in the air for a moment, and then fell on the wooden table, and it was done in a few strokes.

This word is—

Brave!

He Lingchuan did not think too much, but wrote based on his own heart.

If there is a disaster, he thinks that what he needs most may be this word.

Wen Daolun stroked his beard and praised: "Youth is expected. Are you patrolling the patrol or have you joined the Dafeng Army?"

"Party guard." He Lingchuan said seriously, "is working hard to join the Dafeng Army."

"Okay, okay." Wen Daolun reached out and wrote the word "yong" on the short table. "This is your word "yong". If the 'power' below is removed, it will become 'yong'. This word is interpreted as the first is the handle of the big bell, that is, others want to use the big bell, whether it is hanging or hitting, it must be carried out through you; the second is the palace and ban alleyway, because the high walls on both sides are difficult to cross, so it is the most convenient way to walk."

He Lingchuan heard this and murmured: "Make wedding clothes for others?"

Isn’t this a match for the old turtle’s verse?

"The character 'Yong' can also be added next to the person, which means it is a 'figure' and a doll." There happened to be a pottery boy doll on the shelf behind Wen Daolun. He turned around and took it over and placed it on a short table.

This boy doll is not very delicate, and her clothes are either red or green. He Lingchuan looked at the exaggerated and hypocritical smile on his face and subconsciously shivered.

"I don't need to say more about the doll, right?"

Sun Fuling whispered from the side: "What a 'body is like a cage'."

"But the premise of these two words is that the word "yong" was taken away by "li". "Wen Daolun said softly, "This word "li" may be your chance."

Strong strength is the only way to change your destiny.

This principle seems to be common in any world.

He Lingchuan dipped in water and wrote the word "li" on the table. After reading it for a long time, he coughed lightly: "The word "Yong" can also add the bottom and three dots of water."

That is "connection" and "surging".

It takes time for the strength to grow. When he is not strong enough, is there any other way to avoid disaster?

Wen Daolun asked him back: "What do you think?"

"Can these two words be put together?" He Lingchuan complained, "Do you want me to leave as soon as I encounter water?"

"Maybe." Wen Daolun smiled, "I said, after the natural disaster, the number of numerology is no longer accurate, your destiny..."

"It's been decided but not decided." He Lingchuan could answer quickly, "I understand."

This time he asked for the solution, he seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to fully understand.

It seems that both the old turtle and Wen Daolun like to be mysterious. Maybe they have only a little understanding of it, or maybe they can't explain this kind of thing clearly.

Wen Daolun stopped talking about this, and found a small chessboard from somewhere, then said to Sun Fuling, "Sun Yat-tou, let's talk about it again?"

Sun Fuling was also very pleased: "Okay, what are Mr. Wen going to lose this time?"

Wen Daolun was almost choked and took a long time to say, "I was just careless last time!"

Sun Fuling remained motionless: "If you lose, you will come to Shufei Academy to teach five classes."

"Two halls." Wen Daolun shook his head, "I don't have that much time."

The two bargained, and finally decided to be three parties.

Of course, if Sun Fuling loses, there is no need to pay compensation. What is Wen Daolun’s identity? How could he ask a junior for a lottery?

He Lingchuan had no love for playing chess, so he forced himself to watch it for a while and then felt drowsy.

When Sun Fuling shook his sleeves, the carriage also returned to Panlong City: "We're here."

He Lingchuan suddenly woke up: "Mr. Wen lost again?"

Wen Daolun's beard was raised, but he did not deny it.

He did lose again, and he lost even worse than the last time.

"You are young and your chess skills are really good..." He sighed, "It reminds me of someone."

He Lingchuan asked: "Who?"

"Mr. Zhong's beloved daughter." Wen Daolun got off the car after saying that, standing on the ground and stretched.

In fact, a personal guard had already reported on the way, and the monster from the slayer ran away and was not caught.

He Lingchuan simply told Wen Daolun about the strange things about the old woman, and then said, "I have no evidence, I just inferred this randomly for Mr. Wen to consider."

Wen Daolun didn't interrupt him from beginning to end. After listening carefully, he nodded and said, "This news is useful, thank you."

Alas, it was about to have another meeting, and Wen Daolun hurriedly returned.

The large group of people also left with him.

The cold wind in Nanmen Square made Sun Fuling tighten her coat. She had just come down from the warm carriage like spring, and she was a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this, He Lingchuan said, "Let's go home."

After saying that, he was slightly stunned.

However, there was no problem with this sentence, and the two of them were close together. Sun Fuling seemed to have no idea what was wrong and nodded repeatedly: "Yeah!"

The two were about to climb into the carriage they hired, but Sun Fuling suddenly asked him again: "Look at your face that is always bad today, what have you encountered?"

He Lingchuan subconsciously said, "Nothing." This girl is too keen, and he thought he had been covering up well.

Sun Fuling immediately stopped and looked at him: "Tell me, it's not a wise thing to do if you feel depressed alone in Panlong City."

He finally sighed: "I just lost a comrade-in-arms...a good comrade-in-arms."

Mao Tao died, and he didn't even have time to burn two more pieces of paper money for this loyal subordinate.

And except for him, no one seemed to care about this matter, this person.

From the moment the loess was buried, the name went with the wind.

Sun Fuling gently pressed his wrist and the warmth of his palm came over: "The world is impermanent, and life and death are the norm."

She didn't ask which comrade she was. In Panlong City, separation from life and death is the norm.

He Lingchuan nodded. What if he doesn’t think so?

She asked again: "Have you put on the lotus lantern?"

"What?" He didn't understand.

"Come with me."

Sun Fuling pulled him into the narrow street next to the square. There were several households with doors open, and it was hard to tell whether it was a businessman or a resident.
To be continued...