Li Tian Zodiac

"That's it..." Shen Changling nodded half-understood, it seems that such a situation does not always happen, otherwise he really has to think about his own safety.

Such a scene is really eye-opening, but, strangely, Shen Changling quickly calmed down after being surprised.

Am I a naturally calm, mature and courageous person?Thinking of this, someone beside him asked, "What's your name?"

"Shen Changling..." After subconsciously giving an answer, he finally realized that the person was asking softly in front of his eyes.

Now that you have already answered, let's explain clearly: "The surname is Shen, the elder of Changfeng, and the one who listens."

"Shen Changling..." The man murmured slowly word by word, with an indescribable quaint charm, and then he said slowly, "Duan Fengya, surname Duan, Changfeng's wind, Tianya's Ya .”

There seemed to be a string in Shen Changling's heart that was lightly plucked, the sound was light and gentle, and there was a sense of familiarity like deja vu.

However, it must be an illusion, right?After all, he is not from this era, and he has only been here for more than ten days, so it is impossible to have someone he knows here.

There is a theory that people will suddenly have a feeling of déjà vu on certain special occasions and circumstances. Everything in front of them seems to have happened before—or they seem to have predicted the current situation in the past.

But in fact, this is just a kind of overlapping of memory fragments, just like the current piece of memory glass coincides with one side of a certain memory glass fragment in the past, so the human brain can't wait to cover it on the past fragments .

It seems to have happened in the past, but it is actually a vague modification of past memories.

The current illusion should also be the feeling after the brain has corrected it.

"So, do you want to learn to use spiritual power with me?" Suddenly, the young man in the wheelchair, or Duan Fengya should be called him, asked softly.

Shocked, Shen Changling lowered his head to look at him, his pupils were a bit dark, and his indifference was mixed with gentleness and contradictory loneliness.

At this moment, the owner of those eyes was asking him, waiting for his answer.

"Me? Spiritual power? But, why?" Shen Changling asked puzzled.

I am just an ordinary person, how could there be a golden finger like the protagonist of the novel who fell off the cliff to find a treasure, and learned magic skills when he met an old man?This is so weird.

But Duan Fengya's next sentence dispelled his doubts: "Ordinary people can't feel the ghost killing ghosts, only people with spiritual power can see clearly. When you came from the formation just now, I thought you It came here by mistake, now that I think about it, it should be your own spiritual power that triggered the formation under certain circumstances and sent you here."

"Is that so?" Could it be that God is finally willing to take pity on me, this poor cat, and is going to give me golden fingers to collect dried fish?

"Then what should I do? Spiritual power, what is it?" Asked inexplicably, Shen Changling finally developed a strong curiosity about this different world.

That strange novel only briefly mentioned some things, and said very little about the most basic settings. It seems that I can only ask the teacher for advice here.

A cold wind flashed by the bare branches, and Shen Changling shivered involuntarily. After all, the night was already deep, and the dew was even deeper. His originally thick clothes were soaked by the mist a lot.

"You go back today, and I'll teach you when you come next time." As if seeing him trembling, Duan Fengya glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head and pushed the wheelchair with his back facing him. He goes off into the distance.

"Then I'll leave first, see you tomorrow." Shen Changling shook off the dew on his clothes, and said with a smile.

The man didn't look back, and the wheelchair slid to the misty distance. Behind him, a large number of autumn night petals scattered into white spiritual power, slowly rose from the ground like fireflies, and then melted in the moonlight.

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The days after that were very fulfilling.

When night comes, Shen Changling will always activate the formation - he has learned to control the formation of the formation - through layers of fog, to the other side of the eleventh house, complete a short encounter.

Every time, Duan Fengya will wait for him near those autumn epiphyllum flowers when they first met.

The cold moon hangs high, the surroundings are as quiet as sleep, and the young man with a slight cough will always point out Shen Changling's mistakes and omissions with a few clicks when he is practicing spiritual power.

So calm and so light.

This feeling is very good, like the joy and joy when you come out to play with your friends secretly without telling your parents.

For Shen Changling, who was smart and obedient since he was a child and was considered cute and clever by everyone, it was like a sudden and late childhood dinner after he grew up.

"Raise your hands a little bit, so that you can feel the spiritual power flowing out from your fingertips more smoothly." Duan Fengya approached Shen Changling, and reached out to raise Shen Changling's hand that was making the formula.

His fingers were slightly cold, but his palm was warm. At this moment, he was holding Chang Ling's wrist weakly, instructing him to complete the correct gestures.

"Okay, okay." As if awakened suddenly, Shen Changling turned his face away from him, pointed his fingers at the flowers, and spiritual power flowed from his body to his fingertips...

It's so weird, just... what happened just now?When the young man approached, he suddenly felt in a trance, like a tourist who was bewitched by the mermaid's singing under the moonlight, and couldn't help but stare at everything about him.

It was a very strange feeling, without any overlap with his emotions in the past so many years, so logical yet so unique.

Is this the friendship between friends?

Thinking wildly like this, Shen Changling performed the rejuvenation technique that he had practiced many times—even in the case of dual-purpose, the spiritual power was still released well.

In Shen Changling's sight, the results this time were particularly remarkable: the plants that should have been dead branches were revived, and delicate young leaves emerged from the branches, growing into large patches of green; A small bud grows at the fingertips, and it opens into a moon-white double flower. The stamen is slender and sweet, and it is gently swaying in the wind under the gaze of the two of them.

"This is, it's a success!" A pleasantly surprised sigh escaped from his lips, and Shen Changling stretched out his hand to gently touch the newborn flower that had been spawned by his spiritual power.

"Yes, judging by your current strength, the progress is already quite good." The voice was still very soft and steady, with the tenacity and aloofness that could not be defeated by the raging wind, although Duan Fengya was praising Shen Changling, But his eyes are still calm, with a calmness that cannot be penetrated by heaven and earth.

This person, no matter what he does, is so calm and calm, making it impossible for people to see his true thoughts.So, is he really like this?

Unable to restrain her own thoughts, Shen Changling subconsciously echoed, "It's pretty good."

As soon as the words fell, he realized that he seemed to have boasted inadvertently.

So he panicked and began to remedy: "Uh, what I mean is, although it is pretty good, there is still a need for improvement."

That shouldn't be a problem, right?He beat himself a little in his heart.

Don't be so slack, as an ordinary person who has just started, it is not easy to have his own skills in this strange place, he needs to work harder.

As if seeing his subconscious nervousness due to distraction, Duan Fengya glanced at him sideways, but thoughtfully did not say anything.

It was already the moon to mid-heaven, and the autumn night looked extraordinarily refreshing, and the surroundings were as quiet as ever.

Shen Changling was still using the spiritual power in his body to cast spells faster, and the spiritual power as thin as a gauze flowed through his fingertips.

Duan Fengya stepped back for a certain distance, quietly staring at the back of the person in front of him, gently twirling a leaf that fell on his clothes with his fingers.

It seems that I haven't seen a scene like this for a long time, quiet and relaxed... After accepting my mission, over the years, killings, conspiracy... Countless people smiled at him, but he always guessed It is not clear what kind of treacherous thoughts are hidden behind the smiling mask.

It was just inadvertently teaching a person with spiritual power a spell, but he gained the long-lost peace from this unintentional act.

How long has it been?It may have been a long time, after all, the time of playing recklessly in the sun has long since faded away.

Perhaps it wasn't too long, but those memories full of blood and cruelty were too heavy, which made him feel like years passed by...

He sighed softly, but all his emotions were firmly sealed in his heart, covered by a piece of solid ice, no one could break it.

There seemed to be a figure flickering in the depths of the dark bushes, Duan Fengya reached out his hand to signal, and then everything became calm.

If you are not sure, it is better to observe it by your side. Thinking about it this way, maybe I can give him a chance to improve...

"So, do you have any plans to continue to improve?" Thinking about this, Duan Fengya then asked.

"What?" Shen Changling was interrupted by the sudden sound, he withdrew his spiritual power, and instantly retracted the flower buds that were eager to try and bloom.

"In a short time, there will be a competition in the Eleventh House. This is the selection of the person in charge of the Eleventh House. In order to select suitable talents, they will arrange suitable positions for them based on their performance in the competition. .” The light in his eyes was unpredictable, but Duan Fengya lowered his eyes, concentrating countless guesses in them.

"You have spiritual power yourself, and you already have the qualifications beyond other people. Even if you don't participate in the competition, someone should arrange for you to do things again in a short time, not to mention..." There was a hint of a smile in his tone. Meaning: "Didn't you complain about the Datong shop where you slept for a long time?"

Resentment... this word was revealed by Shen Changling inadvertently in the usual chats, but he didn't expect it to be used by the person in front of him, and he used it very... just right.

Shen Changling suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the eyes of the young man in the wheelchair were extraordinarily bright and clear. Under the reflection of the moonlight, they seemed to be shining with dots of light, so he couldn't help laughing: "Of course, I'm not Knowing what the competition here is like, of course I have to fight for the opportunity. What's more, this is recommended by you, so the reward is estimated to be very generous, and it would be even better if I could change to a separate room."

The author has something to say: Shen Changling: Changfeng's long, listening to listening.

Duan Fengya (quietly): the wind of Changfeng, the end of the world.

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