The villain master dressed as the heroine
Chapter 50
The quiet night is covered with damp mist and overlapping mountain shadows.
The illusion of Hanjing Pool is formed by people's obsession, and only by breaking the illusion by yourself can you get close to Hanjing Pool.
Tang Muzhi said with a blank face that if the master fell asleep, even if she split the illusion, she would bring the master out.
But Xiaoyao scratched the side of his face.
I think when she designed the illusion of Hanjing Pool, it was to protect the entire Hanjing Pool from outside interference.
If Tang Muzhi splits the illusion here, it is equivalent to destroying the Hanjing Pond, then it is unknown what the situation will be.
But Xiaoyao said: "In fact, the illusion is really not that scary, it's just a temporary illusion for people to walk into, and people with strong consciousness will wake up soon."
Chu Tingyu patted her hand as usual, and said, "It's okay, it will be fine soon."
Tang Muzhi was still worried, she said: "Then let me go in with you."
It's okay for Chu Tingyu to think about it, anyway, the heroine is very powerful now, and the key is to have the halo of the protagonist, so she won't fall into this illusion.
The mist was completely shrouded in the dark night, the light and shadow flowed, and everything around gradually became blurred.
Chu Tingyu had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that the warm touch in his hand was gone.
She was shocked in her heart, and when she turned her head to look again, there was only dead darkness around her.
The illusion of this cold and pure pool can be entered without knowing it.
There was only thin night around Chu Tingyu, and she found herself alone.
She summoned the Golden Wind Sword and held it in her hand, and walked forward.
Slowly, the night dissipated like smoke, and what appeared in front of my eyes was the entrance of Lianmu City.
Chu Tingyu was slightly taken aback, she actually saw Lianmu City in the illusion.
But this city was completely different from what she had seen before, it was raining heavily, it was extremely desolate, and weeds were overgrown.
Chu Tingyu saw the poor people in Lianmu City squatting on the side of the road. They were all sallow and emaciated. Go to pick up the falling yellow rainwater to quench your thirst, and go forward or even starve to death.
It's famine.
Chu Tingyu saw that there was only a dilapidated small tea shed in front of him, and many beggars lined up to make porridge. The porridge was pitifully small, only a few grains of rice, and the rest was soup.
The person serving the porridge in the tea shed had a fierce look on his face, and shouted: "During it! Do you still want to eat?! Don't waste my time!"
Chu Tingyu frowned. This is Lianmu City and the birthplace of the original owner of the book.
Could it be... what she saw was actually an illusion formed by the original owner's obsession.
"Little beggar! Do you know how to queue?!" A tall and burly man kicked away the thin child in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Chu Tingyu was immediately disgusted. She wanted to step forward to help the thin child, but realized that she was in an illusion, and she couldn't touch or touch those people.
"I'm in line, I came first..." The child stood up, her face was dirty, she held the porcelain bowl in her thin hands, and begged the porridge maker: "Please, My mother is starving to death, please give me some more..."
Chu Tingyu froze immediately when he saw that face.
It was the same face as hers, but it hadn't opened yet, and the face was also dusty, and the eyes only showed sadness and despair.
It was Chu Tingyu when she was a child.
What she saw was really the past obsession of the original owner.
The porridge maker's eyes widened immediately when he heard this, and he muttered indistinctly, "It's a good idea! If I give you an extra serving of porridge, then others will also get an extra serving. Who will eat it?" superior?!"
Tears immediately fell on the child's face. As soon as she raised her hand and wiped her eyes with her dirty sleeves, she was pushed away by the crowd, and the half bowl of porridge she was holding was overturned.
"My porridge..." The child hurriedly grabbed her own bowl. Chu Tingyu saw the remaining tears and despair in the child's eyes. She was still wearing thin clothes with holes in the rainy day, and her thin body was trembling. uncomfortable.
The original book never said that the original owner was like this when he was a child, how could he not even have a bowl of porridge...
As soon as the picture floated, the scene scattered again.
Chu Tingyu was in a desolate and simple dilapidated temple. There were no decorations in this temple, and there were air leaks everywhere.
An old woman was sitting paralyzed in the corner. The old woman was haggard and sickly. After taking a few breaths, her hands finally drooped feebly, and her fingertips stopped moving.
And the person crying next to her was the child she had just seen. The child's body was thinner than paper. She grabbed the old woman's cold hand and choked up, "Mother, wake up... We got the porridge, we won't be hungry anymore..."
"Mom, don't go...don't go..."
"Listening to the rain will be obedient, mother..."
……
"Master, Master, wake up..."
"Master..."
Chu Tingyu opened his eyes vaguely, and dim light came in through a slit.
It was Tang Muzhi's voice.
"You finally woke up." Que Xiaoyao looked at her with his face propped up from the side, "Do you know that you have slept for nearly an hour?"
Seeing that Chu Tingyu woke up, Tang Muzhi's anxious expression finally eased. She took Chu Tingyu's hand and said, "Master, you just scared me."
Chu Tingyu rubbed his head, only to realize that he was already in the Hanjing Pond, and the ticking stream around him slowly flowed over the boulders and weeds overgrown with thorns.
"Have you arrived at Hanjing Pool?" Chu Tingyu asked.
"That's right." But Xiaoyao was a little puzzled, "What did you see, that you fell into such a deep dream."
Chu Tingyu recalled the scene in the dream just now, was stunned for a moment, and said: "...it's nothing."
Tang Muzhi reached out and touched Chu Tingyu's face, and felt a cold feeling from her fingertips. She said, "Master, you fell asleep like that just now."
"I was so scared, I almost thought that Master would never wake up."
The child was so worried that he could not wake up from sleep.
Chu Tingyu took off the hand on the side of his face, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Tang Muzhi nodded with a pale face.
But Xiaoyao pulled Chu Tingyu up, she looked up at the Hanjing Pond, and said: "Here is the body of the dead disciple."
Chu Tingyu concentrated on Hanjing Pond again, and she decided to explain to Que Xiaoyao what she had just seen in the illusion.
The corpses of the disciples in the pool were well preserved, except for a big hole in the chest, where the blood had dried up.
It was the first time for Chu Tingyu to observe the corpse up close. She was about to take a step forward when she found Tang Muzhi standing still, "What's wrong, Muzhi?"
Tang Muzhi took Chu Tingyu's hand and said in a low voice, "Master, I don't want to go there."
"But what do you feel uncomfortable?" Chu Tingyu saw that something was wrong on her face.
Tang Muzhi said: "As soon as I approached the Hanjing Pond, I felt the devilish energy in my body fluctuate."
"There is an urge to... hurt someone."
what's the situation?
Chu Tingyu frowned slightly, she looked at the Hanjing Pool, the water waves inside were calm, and the surface of the pool exuded a faint light.
"Then you stand a little farther away and go over to have a look as a teacher and Xiaoyao."
Tang Muzhi agreed.
Chu Tingyu saw that Xiaoyao was standing by the cold and clean pool, carefully observing the corpses of those dead disciples. Because the corpses looked too miserable, Xiaoyao couldn't help shivering.
The author has something to say: woo woo woo, two days in a row have been short, because I'm a bit busy quq.
Every time there are little angels who say that they can't draw red envelopes, so this time!The little angels I left comments on this chapter all gave out red envelopes!
The illusion of Hanjing Pool is formed by people's obsession, and only by breaking the illusion by yourself can you get close to Hanjing Pool.
Tang Muzhi said with a blank face that if the master fell asleep, even if she split the illusion, she would bring the master out.
But Xiaoyao scratched the side of his face.
I think when she designed the illusion of Hanjing Pool, it was to protect the entire Hanjing Pool from outside interference.
If Tang Muzhi splits the illusion here, it is equivalent to destroying the Hanjing Pond, then it is unknown what the situation will be.
But Xiaoyao said: "In fact, the illusion is really not that scary, it's just a temporary illusion for people to walk into, and people with strong consciousness will wake up soon."
Chu Tingyu patted her hand as usual, and said, "It's okay, it will be fine soon."
Tang Muzhi was still worried, she said: "Then let me go in with you."
It's okay for Chu Tingyu to think about it, anyway, the heroine is very powerful now, and the key is to have the halo of the protagonist, so she won't fall into this illusion.
The mist was completely shrouded in the dark night, the light and shadow flowed, and everything around gradually became blurred.
Chu Tingyu had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt that the warm touch in his hand was gone.
She was shocked in her heart, and when she turned her head to look again, there was only dead darkness around her.
The illusion of this cold and pure pool can be entered without knowing it.
There was only thin night around Chu Tingyu, and she found herself alone.
She summoned the Golden Wind Sword and held it in her hand, and walked forward.
Slowly, the night dissipated like smoke, and what appeared in front of my eyes was the entrance of Lianmu City.
Chu Tingyu was slightly taken aback, she actually saw Lianmu City in the illusion.
But this city was completely different from what she had seen before, it was raining heavily, it was extremely desolate, and weeds were overgrown.
Chu Tingyu saw the poor people in Lianmu City squatting on the side of the road. They were all sallow and emaciated. Go to pick up the falling yellow rainwater to quench your thirst, and go forward or even starve to death.
It's famine.
Chu Tingyu saw that there was only a dilapidated small tea shed in front of him, and many beggars lined up to make porridge. The porridge was pitifully small, only a few grains of rice, and the rest was soup.
The person serving the porridge in the tea shed had a fierce look on his face, and shouted: "During it! Do you still want to eat?! Don't waste my time!"
Chu Tingyu frowned. This is Lianmu City and the birthplace of the original owner of the book.
Could it be... what she saw was actually an illusion formed by the original owner's obsession.
"Little beggar! Do you know how to queue?!" A tall and burly man kicked away the thin child in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Chu Tingyu was immediately disgusted. She wanted to step forward to help the thin child, but realized that she was in an illusion, and she couldn't touch or touch those people.
"I'm in line, I came first..." The child stood up, her face was dirty, she held the porcelain bowl in her thin hands, and begged the porridge maker: "Please, My mother is starving to death, please give me some more..."
Chu Tingyu froze immediately when he saw that face.
It was the same face as hers, but it hadn't opened yet, and the face was also dusty, and the eyes only showed sadness and despair.
It was Chu Tingyu when she was a child.
What she saw was really the past obsession of the original owner.
The porridge maker's eyes widened immediately when he heard this, and he muttered indistinctly, "It's a good idea! If I give you an extra serving of porridge, then others will also get an extra serving. Who will eat it?" superior?!"
Tears immediately fell on the child's face. As soon as she raised her hand and wiped her eyes with her dirty sleeves, she was pushed away by the crowd, and the half bowl of porridge she was holding was overturned.
"My porridge..." The child hurriedly grabbed her own bowl. Chu Tingyu saw the remaining tears and despair in the child's eyes. She was still wearing thin clothes with holes in the rainy day, and her thin body was trembling. uncomfortable.
The original book never said that the original owner was like this when he was a child, how could he not even have a bowl of porridge...
As soon as the picture floated, the scene scattered again.
Chu Tingyu was in a desolate and simple dilapidated temple. There were no decorations in this temple, and there were air leaks everywhere.
An old woman was sitting paralyzed in the corner. The old woman was haggard and sickly. After taking a few breaths, her hands finally drooped feebly, and her fingertips stopped moving.
And the person crying next to her was the child she had just seen. The child's body was thinner than paper. She grabbed the old woman's cold hand and choked up, "Mother, wake up... We got the porridge, we won't be hungry anymore..."
"Mom, don't go...don't go..."
"Listening to the rain will be obedient, mother..."
……
"Master, Master, wake up..."
"Master..."
Chu Tingyu opened his eyes vaguely, and dim light came in through a slit.
It was Tang Muzhi's voice.
"You finally woke up." Que Xiaoyao looked at her with his face propped up from the side, "Do you know that you have slept for nearly an hour?"
Seeing that Chu Tingyu woke up, Tang Muzhi's anxious expression finally eased. She took Chu Tingyu's hand and said, "Master, you just scared me."
Chu Tingyu rubbed his head, only to realize that he was already in the Hanjing Pond, and the ticking stream around him slowly flowed over the boulders and weeds overgrown with thorns.
"Have you arrived at Hanjing Pool?" Chu Tingyu asked.
"That's right." But Xiaoyao was a little puzzled, "What did you see, that you fell into such a deep dream."
Chu Tingyu recalled the scene in the dream just now, was stunned for a moment, and said: "...it's nothing."
Tang Muzhi reached out and touched Chu Tingyu's face, and felt a cold feeling from her fingertips. She said, "Master, you fell asleep like that just now."
"I was so scared, I almost thought that Master would never wake up."
The child was so worried that he could not wake up from sleep.
Chu Tingyu took off the hand on the side of his face, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Tang Muzhi nodded with a pale face.
But Xiaoyao pulled Chu Tingyu up, she looked up at the Hanjing Pond, and said: "Here is the body of the dead disciple."
Chu Tingyu concentrated on Hanjing Pond again, and she decided to explain to Que Xiaoyao what she had just seen in the illusion.
The corpses of the disciples in the pool were well preserved, except for a big hole in the chest, where the blood had dried up.
It was the first time for Chu Tingyu to observe the corpse up close. She was about to take a step forward when she found Tang Muzhi standing still, "What's wrong, Muzhi?"
Tang Muzhi took Chu Tingyu's hand and said in a low voice, "Master, I don't want to go there."
"But what do you feel uncomfortable?" Chu Tingyu saw that something was wrong on her face.
Tang Muzhi said: "As soon as I approached the Hanjing Pond, I felt the devilish energy in my body fluctuate."
"There is an urge to... hurt someone."
what's the situation?
Chu Tingyu frowned slightly, she looked at the Hanjing Pool, the water waves inside were calm, and the surface of the pool exuded a faint light.
"Then you stand a little farther away and go over to have a look as a teacher and Xiaoyao."
Tang Muzhi agreed.
Chu Tingyu saw that Xiaoyao was standing by the cold and clean pool, carefully observing the corpses of those dead disciples. Because the corpses looked too miserable, Xiaoyao couldn't help shivering.
The author has something to say: woo woo woo, two days in a row have been short, because I'm a bit busy quq.
Every time there are little angels who say that they can't draw red envelopes, so this time!The little angels I left comments on this chapter all gave out red envelopes!
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