"Of course I won't lie to you." Zhuo Lin smiled bitterly in his heart. Although Xiao Mingyue and Zhuo Fei were also smart and difficult to deal with, they were all extremely intelligent.

But looking at this child, he actually has the IQ of a six or seven-year-old child.

If it was Mingyue and Zhuo Lin who had said so much, he might have already understood the ins and outs of that incident, but he was still confused.

"Okay, I'll go with you." The expression on the boy's face changed very quickly. Just a moment ago, there were tears on his chin, but at this moment, he was full of smiles.

"But you wait a moment, wait until I collect this space first." The boy spoke, stretched out his little hand, and in the little palm, a green and red space vortex gradually formed, and the trees beside them

Space, like that scroll, is rolled backwards and pulled into the space vortex.

After a cup of tea, Zhuo Lin looked at his surroundings again. There was no forest anywhere, but it was just thousands of miles of black sand like the black sand that Dugu had encountered before.

"What you just collected was the space inside your vessel?" Zhuo Lin glanced at his surroundings and turned to ask the boy.

"No, I have no way to move the space inside the device. This is just a projection of the space." The boy smiled.

"Spatial projection, but I clearly feel that those trees are real things." Zhuo Lin said doubtfully.

"Hehe, the so-called essence of Liangyi lies in reality versus illusion. The forest you feel is right to say it is real, and it is right to say it is illusory." The boy said with a smile.

While he was talking, he moved his hand, and there was only a chirping sound. Not far away, on a sand dune, a huge pillar of black sand shot straight into the sky like a blowout, in the black sand.

, a beautiful green and red staff flew through the air with a buzzing sound, and fell into the hands of the boy.

"Let's go, take me out. I really want to see you sir soon." The boy handed the staff to Zhuo Lin, and with a sway, he disappeared into the staff.

"He is really an impatient boy." Zhuo Lin shook his head and smiled bitterly, put away his staff, released his spiritual consciousness, and explored the surrounding environment. He lowered his head and made some calculations to find the location of the teleportation array gate.

But after half a stick of incense, Zhuo Lin's figure appeared in the hall of the Corpse Emperor's Mausoleum.

"Haha, it is easiest for Zhuo Lin to explore the secrets this time." Zhuo Lin's figure appeared in the hall, and Dugu and others had already come to greet him.

"It's just a fluke. Hey, look at this child's innocent appearance. Think about it, it would be nice if Yi'er really gave him a new spirit." Zhuo Lin shook his head and smiled. He really couldn't bear to ruin the child's life.

A pure innocence.

"Don't worry, don't you see that Mingyue, Zhuo Fei, and Nannan are the same little guys? Yi'er will retain his spiritual memory and just make his intelligence higher. What's the point?

Worrying." Ling'er smiled.

"It's better to take him to see the master first. In this world, the master is probably his only relative," Dugu said.

Entering the world of Qiankun, in the Guizhen Palace, Zhuo Lin took out the Liangyi staff and handed it to his master.

The old man Fuxi took the staff and stroked it gently. There was a sadness in his eyes, which may have brought back his memories of the past.

"Qing Jiang Tong'er, are you okay?" The old man touched the staff and called softly.

Following his call, the light and shadow on the stick flashed, and the boy's figure appeared in front of the old man.

As soon as the boy appeared, his eyes fell on the old man Fuxi. He looked at him intently. As he watched, tears flowed down involuntarily. "You are really sir, you are really sir. Qing Jiang has really met Mr." she said.

As he spoke, the green man had already rushed to the old man and knelt down.

The old man raised his arm, gently took Qing Jiang into his arms, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, of course it's me. Is there anything wrong?"

"Sir, sir, the master has gone. Qingjiang has been waiting here for a long time, and finally she has arrived. Qingjiang thought this would last forever." When Qingjiang saw her relatives, she burst into tears.

"Okay, okay, good boy, don't cry anymore. I already know about Shennong. I have also found a safe place to bury his remains. No one will disturb him again."

The old man chuckled, pulled Na Qing Jiang up, and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"By the way, kid, do you have any plans for the future?" The old man took Na Qing Jiang and sat next to him and asked.

"Plan, Qing Jiang is the soul of the weapon. Without the master, we can no longer progress. What else can we plan for?" Qing Jiang shook his head and said with a bitter smile.

This does not mean that all magic weapons cannot be practiced alone. It is just that the quality of Qingjiang's soul is too low and it cannot reach the level of self-cultivation. It can only rely on the master's cultivation to advance and obtain its original power.

Cultivate and absorb the progress of Taoism and enlightenment in his Yuan Power. Now that the master has died, his path to cultivation and advancement has almost been cut off.

"How about I find you a new master." The old man stroked Qing Jiang's head and said with a smile.

"Find a new owner?" After listening to the old man's words, Qing Yijiang couldn't help but raise her head and glanced at Zhuo Lin: "However, if the natal magic weapon wants to recognize its owner again, it must be sacrificed again. This process may be difficult.

Qing Jiang will also be wiped out."

"Don't worry, how could I have the heart to kill Qing Jiang." The old man touched Qing Jiang's head lovingly and said with a smile, "Look at these brothers and sisters, they are all my disciples."

The old man raised his finger and pointed at Dugu and the others, and then said: "This brother has a magical power that can bring souls to the magic weapon. There is also a sister who is not here, but she can give souls to the objects. If you are willing, they

It can widen your intelligence, and the memory of your soul can be completely preserved. Even if the two ritual staffs are re-sacrificially refined, they won't hurt you at all."

"Hehe, this little brother is really cute. Well, the space in your staff is several thousand meters wide, which is really good. If you are really willing to be Brother Zhuo Lin's magic weapon, then my sister will do it for you.

, how about opening up the space in the vessel to be very big?" At some point, Xiao Mingyue and Na Zhuo Fei also squeezed in beside the old man.

This little Mingyue saw another friend who was similar to her age. She liked her at the same time, but also felt strange at the same time. With her big bright eyes, she looked up and down at Qing Jiang, laughing and seducing.

The other party said.

"You're not shy. You look like you're only four or five years old. Do you want to be someone else's sister? I'm older than you. You should call me brother. Besides, when it comes to opening up space, you little girl, are you bragging?

It's cowhide." Na Qingjiang snorted disdainfully.

"Bragging, hehe, let's make a bet. If I can expand the space in your staff, then from now on, you will call me sister when you see me, okay?

"That Mingyue said with a smile.

"Humph, let's bet. Who is afraid of you? But if you can't do it, you have to call me brother." The Qingjiang child's temperament and IQ are far worse than Xiao Mingyue's. After a few words, he

Fall into each other's trap.

"Okay, it's settled. Let's talk about it. How big do you think the space will be?" Xiao Mingyue said with a confident look.

"Then it's only three thousand meters. Huh, little girl, don't blow that cowhide." Qing Jiang rolled her eyes at Mingyue with disdain.

"Three thousand meters, forget it, for the sake of calling me my sister, little guy like you, I'll extend it to 30,000 meters for you." Mingyue said with a smile.

She didn't do it arbitrarily. The space inside the two instrument rods expanded. She wanted to follow Zhuo Lin's cultivation level. Thirty thousand meters is the best natal magic weapon that Zhuo Lin can control and operate now.

If the spatial scope is larger, it will be a bit too much.

"You, just brag." Naturally, Qing Jiang didn't believe what Mingyue said.

"Are you bragging? You will know after Sister Yi comes back and the two ritual staffs are re-sacrificially refined and soul-infused." Mingyue was not angry, but said with a smile.

"Well, since Qing Jiang agrees to be Lin'er's natal magic weapon, then when Yi'er comes back, I will re-sacrifice it for you." The old man patted Qing Jiang's head and said with a smile.

"By the way, before, in the secret space, the space projection released by Qing Jiang was huge. Why, the space in the Liangyi Staff was only one thousand meters in radius." Zhuo Lin thought of something at this time.

question.

"Since it is a projection, it is different from the real thing. The projection of one leaf can cover the entire mountain range. There is nothing strange about this." The old man smiled and reminded Zhuo Lin.

"Master, what is the essence of the two ceremonial rods, reality and illusion, and what is going on? This disciple really doesn't quite understand."

"Two rites and two rites are opposite but not contradictory. Reality and emptiness are both opposites and complementary to each other. In fact, these two rites are more than just reality and emptiness, yin and yang, life and death, and you.

After obtaining the Shen Nong technique, the withering and glory in it are also the meaning of these two rituals.

The meaning of these two rituals is to unify a pair of contradictory rules into one. In terms of these two rituals of virtuality and reality, reality is transformed into virtuality, virtuality can be transformed into reality, virtuality is reality, and reality is reality.

It's empty." The old man looked at everyone with a smile. He could only give some hints on the secrets. As for how much the disciples can understand, it really depends on their own understanding and luck.

"When falsehood is true, truth is also false, and inaction sometimes exists and then nothing." After hearing the old man's suggestion, Na Zhuo Lin thought for a while and couldn't help but murmured.

"Yes, yes, it seems you have really realized it." The old man looked at Zhuo Lin with admiration in his eyes.

"Disciple, I would like to thank Master for your guidance." Zhuo Lin said hurriedly and respectfully.
Chapter completed!