The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yan Yi sighed: "Sometimes even if you can see through the truth, you may not be able to walk through it smoothly. It is useless to talk more, just go in and try it out."

His eyes are complicated, obviously he has experienced the power of this channel.

Without hesitation, Yunying walked into it first.

As soon as he stepped on the fan-shaped masonry like fish scales, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

Yun Ying immediately understood what Yan Yi's exhortation meant.

She saw the small pond full of lotus flowers, the mother playing the flute under the gazebo, and the father wielding a knife outside the pavilion.

Yunying didn't find it strange, the only thing in her heart that could be called a demon, an obsession, was nothing but this picture.

This phantom array is indeed not clever, Yunying clearly saw how it changed, so at this moment, she can clearly know that all this is an illusion.

But even if she knew it was an illusion, would she be able to walk over immediately cruelly?
It seems impossible.

Yun Ying's hands trembled, but she still touched the soft knife at her waist, holding the blade tightly with both hands, the skin was immediately cut by the thin blade, and a patch of black blood oozes out.

This soft knife was forged from the venomous horns and fangs of white gnats. She sent the materials to the back of the Haoyue Palace, and the craftsman said that it would take several months to successfully refine it.It happened that on the third day of the first lunar month, Yi Yujian notified her that the soft knife was out of the oven, and she could go and get it.

After being tempered into a knife, the original toxicity was weakened a lot. For her, only one detoxification pill could cure her, but Yunying just let go of the blade, letting the blood rush out from the wound, dyeing ten fingers into a black patch. red.

The two people in the pavilion didn't look this way, the mother was holding a child in her arms, it was her little one, but it wasn't her.

If the future could be like this scene in front of her, that little girl would definitely not grow into what she is now.

However, no if.

Tick, tick, is the sound of blood falling to the ground, as light as snowflakes melting and grass dew falling to the ground, but it is also like a bell whale crashing down, making a deafening hum in her heart.

Even so, it is still so difficult to move forward cleanly.

This scene was too fake, but it was the memory she didn't want to let go of.

No wonder Yan Yi said that.

Sometimes people's emotions cannot be controlled by rationality, even though Yunying always claims to be rational.

She clenched her fist slightly, and her nails poked the slightly numb wound even more painfully.

This kind of stinging pain finally gave her a little strength in the boundless loss, and she was able to move forward.

But as she walked, the gazebo in front of her was getting closer and closer to her.

She saw her father walking into the gazebo with the slender knife on his back, and she saw the jade flute in her mother's hand, which was shiny and cool, attracting her to reach out for it when she was young.

Harmonious, really harmonious.

Yunying could even see clearly the silver butterfly hairpin on her mother Ruyun's hair.

She stopped and watched for a long time, watching how the silver butterfly's wings buzzed and trembled with her mother's movements, and how her mother's hair brushed her smooth forehead when she bowed down.

Then she clenched her fists again and continued walking amidst more vivid pain.

She passed by her father, glanced at this strange yet familiar side face, thought about all the arrangements he had left for her, showed a smile, and then moved forward without hesitation.

The illusion suddenly disappeared, Yan Yi stood at the end of the corridor and looked at her lightly.