At night, the library with the green lamp door.

Taozi raised her head and felt the breath around her, as if she had shaken slightly.

When she turned around, her little master was still sitting there quietly reading a book like before... But, the backpack of the yellow-haired traveler she threw over seemed to be missing after more than ten days?

Taozi rubbed her eyes again...

Well, it doesn't seem to be, it's really gone?!

But when did it disappear?

She stood there, her eyes straight, and after thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure it out... Then she simply stopped thinking about it. She directly summoned her own soul, the Styx Raven.

Her Styx Raven can trace the breath that has passed.

In Chen Changyan's words, it is rewind playback.

Taozi is young and can rank among the top 100 masters in the world, which has a great relationship with her natal soul.

After refining the Styx Raven, she can watch the replay of every cultivation process, where she did something wrong, where she didn't do it well, where she was redundant...it should be more intuitive and intuitive.

So, who will become stronger if she doesn’t become stronger?

"Taozi." Chen Changyan did not look up, but just shouted calmly when he felt her breath fluctuations.

"ah?"

"You shouldn't be so curious about things you shouldn't be so curious."

"Well."

"It's not just this time. Next time, too."

"Well, it's..." Taozi pouted and silently took back her Styx Raven.

Chen Changyan also quietly closed the book, looking up at the night sky through the carved window of the wooden lattice... How could Taozi think that just now, in the moment when the breath fluctuated, he had actually been to a world of industrial civilization and was a teacher for a day.

He saw the legendary vampire, saw with his own eyes how the time traveler was dealt with, and discovered the hidden identity of his loli roommate...

And, I sent my friend Mr. Zhang Jianqi away.

Well, it was a simple and boring day.

...

Chen Changyan slept peacefully all night in the room of the late Qingdeng Sect leader Jiang Lian'er.

In the morning, when he woke up and had breakfast, Fang Ji called out to set off.

He sat in a small soft sedan chair carried by four people on their shoulders and walked towards the carriage at the foot of the mountain. Next to him was a disciple who opened a large umbrella to protect the sun. Under the umbrella, there was a maid following him and fed him the fruits and vegetables to escape the summer.

A year ago, when he first traveled through the past, it was really difficult for him to deal with the huge contrast between his identity treatment between the two worlds.

But he still carried it alone... He knew at that time that the world was so big that he must be more than one time traveler.

As for the time traveler who can't stand it?

Maybe they all died.

Now, he is very skilled in traveling through this little thing - even if one day he was off the line in his own world, and then spend a leisurely weekend with a female teacher watching a movie and eating French fries there. When he came back here in the middle of the night, the evil ghosts who rushed out of his knife could even connect them between his teeth.

To put it in the world of industrial civilization, he is called "show operation".

"Fang Ji." He got off the sedan chair and got on the carriage. He shouted to the side.

"Young Master." Uncle Fang was serving outside the carriage. When he heard his yell, he followed him by hitting a horse.

"A little...hehe, within half an hour, don't let someone come and disturb me." Chen Changyan said.

"Okay." Uncle Fang saw the fluctuations of his aura and knew that he was going to start practicing again...

Even if the young master is walking or taking a bus, he will not relax himself. He is either practicing or reading a book.

No wonder the wife would rather give up her four biological sons than choose him as the future helm of Wan Xiaozong.

Uncle Fang waved his hand with relief and asked the maids holding the fruit to retreat and rest for a while. At least half an hour, he didn't have to come and serve him.

And he himself rode his horse quietly, following the carriage, feeling the breath flowing in the car... Well, it seems that there is something different from usual?

But he didn't think much about it and ordered his disciples to strengthen the defense around him.

Uncle Fang sighed deeply.

Their clan used to go out to travel around and slaughter the clan and destroy the sects, so why did they need to bring so many people? Or, if they have brought so many people, how could they need to strengthen their defenses?

The blood-induced pill recipe that flows out of Medicine King Valley is really a devastating person!

...

The reason why Chen Changyan's aura was different was that before he practiced and strengthened his natal soul, he found a foreign object in his spiritual consciousness.

A foreign object was found in his spiritual consciousness!

This is even bigger for the monks in their world than the sky falling down!

The monks in their world mainly practice spiritual consciousness and secondary practice physical bodies... The spiritual consciousness is like the personal hard drive of the industrial civilization, and it is the kind that is not connected to the Internet and will generally not be invaded.

Once such things are invaded, even if the monk does not die... well, it is better to die.

Chen Changyan heard Fang Ji say that there is a sect called Yushen Sect who majors in the "mind-tempering mind method". It sounds serious. In fact, that is the evil way in the evil way - this mind method is to drag out the natal soul in the cultivator's consciousness and temper it, and then feed your own natal soul. If there is no serious rejection, the cultivation speed will be so fast.

Yes, this is the world he was born and raised.

Everything can be refined, and everything is a fate of immortals.

Fortunately, the repulsion and backlash of the soul of the natal being is still very serious... There is a reason why there are few people in that strange sect - I guess they can play with themselves as they play like this.

Because the spiritual consciousness is so important, every immortal cultivator here will start to take care of himself, absorb spiritual energy, expand spiritual consciousness, and repeatedly temper the strength of the spiritual consciousness from the age of three or four.

Therefore, Chen Changyan would never make any noise when something foreign objects appeared in his spiritual consciousness.

The light pill recipe before Sun Simiao's death made the whole world stare at his blood.

He cannot show weakness at all.

There is no possibility of being abandoned by Wan Xiaozong.

He squeezed out a trace of true energy and carefully investigated the foreign object...

The foreign object is not big.

It seems to be, a book?

A hint of strangeness appeared in Chen Changyan's heart.

No matter who invades his spiritual sense, he does not put in something more destructive and lethal... what does it mean to put a book?

He pinched a few more strands of true energy, took a little bigger step, and carefully investigated.

Well, it's really a book.

Moreover, it is obviously not a book in his world, but more like a product from that world, an industrial assembly line.

This is even more weird.

He was very sure that he had not used his own abilities to refine anything in the world of industrial civilization.

Besides, if he wants to refine it, he must have refine the vampire. How could he refine a book?

But that's the truth. The book was so quiet and quietly buried in his spiritual consciousness, extremely inconspicuous. If he had not started practicing, he would not have discovered its existence at all.

Instead of summoning him out, he activated his true energy and turned it open directly in his spiritual consciousness...

On the title page of the book, there is a line of handwriting with beautiful and familiar, simplified Chinese regular script.

"My friend Chang said: In life, everyone has a destiny, and their hearts are upright and their shadows are upright. Although they have no regrets when they die, they have worked with you for a year and know the value of your character. You can entrust all my students to you. In addition, the world is difficult, so take care of yourself."

Chen Changyan was stunned.

This is indeed not something he refined... Unlike the resentful souls he refined, this kind of thing is called "Qing Nian" for their ghost cultivators.

As the name says, without any resentment, it is pure and innocent.

But the essence of "clear thoughts" is not Teacher Zhang's soul - Teacher Zhang himself doesn't know that after his death, his thoughts will not dissipate for a long time.

Qing thoughts are a rootless thought condensed by unconscious scattered thoughts - only those who go to the dead can be generated, and the concerns before death must be strong enough, positive enough, and clear direction.

Frank, strong, positive, directed!

Without any condition, the pure thoughts cannot be condensed.

As for the specific form of Qingnian, it is also unconscious and is generally a familiar item to the deceased.

What Teacher Zhang is most familiar with is books, so the form of his clear thoughts is such a book.

"I have a personality and character?" Chen Changyan looked at the ink traces on the title page, a little doubting about life.

If Teacher Zhang knew that his "my friend Chen Changyan" was actually a ghost cultivator...

If Teacher Zhang knew that he was actually denounced as an evil way in his own world...

Chen Changyan shook his head, forgot, there are not so many ifs in the world.
Chapter completed!