Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2586 Heart

"main character?"

Ji Jiashu was stunned.

"Of course, this is the world he built, and he can do whatever he wants in it. The world itself is shaped by the practitioner's heart."

The White Tiger God patiently explained, "The so-called small world is equivalent to the practitioner's own inner world."

"Father's...inner world?" Ji Jiashu murmured again.

This was something he had never seen before.

In the past, when Ji Jiashu went on adventures with Ying Baoyue and others, he had been involved in many illusions.

Whether it was when he met the snake or when he was in the ice tower forest, he had seen many strange and bizarre scenes and had also seen other people's memories.

But this time, the person who created this illusion was his father.

This little world belongs exclusively to his father.

Someone who is obviously related to him by blood, but whom he has never understood.

"Why? Are you curious?"

The White Tiger God glanced at him and said, "Isn't there an old saying that father and son are connected by heart? Can you guess what it is like?"

Ji Jiashu froze, his expression becoming extremely bitter.

Li Ji frowned, "Why are you asking him these questions?"

"Okay, okay, I won't bully him anymore," White Tiger God yawned, his eyes becoming playful, "This national teacher is so defensive, I guess no one knows what he's thinking about all day."

Ji Jiashu was silent for a moment, then looked up at the empty battlefield outside the window.

"I really don't know what my father is thinking," he whispered. "I have never seen anyone who can get into his heart."

Not only him, but also his mother, his half brother and sister... none of them can do it.

When he was young, his father was like the embodiment of a ruler to him.

My father always stood at the side of the training ground with a serious expression. If he practiced well, he would have no expression on his face. If he did poorly, the sword energy would hit him from a distance.

But he didn't feel wronged when he was young, because his father treated everyone the same way.

He is always arbitrary and serious.

My father was not at home most of the time. When he was at home on important holidays, he always had an expressionless and dignified look on his face.

Ji Jiashu thought his father would always be like this.

Until... that girl came to Nanchu.

The first time since he was born that he saw his father show strong emotional fluctuations was when Ji Mo suddenly appeared on the battlefield at the initial ceremony and saw Ying Baoyue.

When Ji Mo ordered him to kill Ying Baoyue, Ji Jiashu clearly felt the torrent of his father's emotions for the first time.

It was a strong feeling that was unfamiliar to him.

At that time, Ji Jiashu realized the specialness of Ying Baoyue's identity.

Because there are very few people in this world who can enter his father's heart.

Except for the woman who existed only in legend to him.

"Now, Baoyue should have seen into his father's heart."

Ji Jiashu stared at the empty battlefield.

"What did she see?"

……

……

Ying Baoyue was indeed in a brand new world at this time.

Just as Ji Mo's huge true energy was coming towards her, she realized that she was sucked into Ji Mo's world.

It’s actually a small world.

The small world is a space created independently by oneself, which is a true way to change the laws of the world. If it is done with the help of unique terrain and formations, a heavenly cultivator can do it, but if it is created without external forces, even the Son of God cannot do it completely.

In her previous life, only Lin Shubai had successfully created his own little world. The world in the red jade that she saw when she broke the curse was the little world left behind by Lin Shubai.

Ying Baoyue knew that Ji Mo had been practicing this Taoist method, but had not been completely successful.

"You have mastered it." Ying Baoyue stared at the bright white light that changed the world before him and spoke softly.

No one answered her.

Ying Baoyue frowned and walked into the white light with sword in hand.

The light gradually faded, replaced by the smell of moss and soil.

Ying Baoyue was stunned.

What appeared before her was a cliff with a dense bamboo forest growing on it.

Unlike ordinary bamboo forests, the bamboos in this forest are extremely thick and tall, and the leaves are green and lush.

This is the bamboo forest in the south.

Ying Baoyue was silent.

Because she knew where such a bamboo forest would grow.

Only at the edge of a cloud forest can you find bamboo this thick.

Although the Cloud Forest is a forbidden area for practitioners, if you don't go deep into the hinterland, some hidden places around it are still relatively safe. Although there are dangers such as wild beasts and miasma, as long as the practitioner's realm is high enough, they are not fatal and can be used for practice.

In the past, practitioners in Nanchu would specifically choose some secluded places in the surrounding areas as places for practice, and would even let their children and nephews live there alone for a period of time to temper their character.

Ying Baoyue stared at the cliff in front of him, took a few steps and climbed up the cliff, then peeled off the layers of bamboo branches and walked in.

After walking for a while, an open space appeared in the middle of the bamboo forest, with a small bamboo house standing on it.

With a creak, Ying Baoyue pushed open the simple fence and walked into the bamboo house.

The room was very simple, with only a sleeping area cleared out, and some clothes and sword manuals scattered around.

All that was left was a rough bamboo bowl with half a piece of uneaten steamed bread in it.

Ying Baoyue's gaze rested on the ugly-looking steamed bread and the crooked stitches on the clothes, and he remained silent.

At this time, the sound of sword practicing came from outside the house.

Ying Baoyue pushed open the fence of the back door and looked at the person who was concentrating on practicing sword in the open space behind the house.

Although the clothes thrown on the floor in the room were ugly, they were obviously suitable for young men.

However, the person dancing with the sword behind the house at this time was a middle-aged man.

Even though his level of cultivation had allowed him to maintain his youthful appearance, he was no longer a young man.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.

Ying Baoyue quietly looked at Ji Mo who was practicing sword outside the bamboo house.

Ji Mo lived here more than ten years ago, and more than ten years later, Ji Mo still stays here.

No one knows how long he has been practicing sword in this bamboo forest.

"Is this what you wanted me to see?"

Hearing Ying Baoyue's voice, the man practicing sword outside the house stopped.

Ji Mo stood with his sword in his hand and glanced at her indifferently.

"I didn't mean for you to see this."

This is his world, and he can make it blank as long as he wants.

"But you're not worth me changing my territory."

"I know," Ying Baoyue looked around, "Is this where you lived before?"

Judging from the size of the clothes in the house, Ji Mo was probably only a teenager when he lived here.

She thought that Ji Mo lived in the Ji family as a young master before he set up his own residence, but she didn't expect that there was such a secret base.

“I’ve never seen this place.”

"Of course you haven't."

Ji Mo looked at her solemnly.

"Because this was the day before Shubai met you."