After wearing the book, I became the white moonlight of the paranoid protagonist

When the man in the brown robe realized that Yuan Shan had a tendency to become possessed, he forcibly took him out of the tower, and managed to stabilize his mind after using a lot of medicinal materials.

After the restless aura around Yuan Shan gradually calmed down, the brown-robed man breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't figure it out, how could a three-year-old child want to be enchanted by the illusion?

Generally speaking, only after extremely painful things will there be such a tendency, but according to the Sixth Elder, when the child stayed with his brother back then, it was quite normal, and there was no strange emotion.

The only thing that was wrong was probably the scene of kneeling in front of the sect asking for help.

The brown-robed man brushed the dust off the chair, sat down slowly, and still felt that his senior brother had done too much, throwing a child into an illusion that would confuse even a Jindan Stage cultivator.

"Uncle Master, you are here." A girl at the door said.

The man in the brown robe quickly turned his head: "Senior brother, you are finally here, take a look at this kid."

The master's face was cold, and he even frowned slightly when he saw Yuan Shan, "What can a child who is only three years old have to go crazy."

"Maybe something happened at home." The brown-robed man guessed.

The leader shook his head, "It's still too unstable. Even in the face of the case of extermination, you can keep your mind and look for opportunities to break the illusion before you can make any breakthroughs."

"Brother, that's for ordinary illusions. The illusions of the Forbidden Tower can erase memories. Even a golden core monk can hardly detect the truth, let alone destroy it?" The brown-robed man frowned and said, "Are you too eager for success?" .”

"Shut up!" the head sternly said.

Seeing this, the brown-robed man frowned and stopped talking.

"For any of us who have not experienced this from the first-floor tower, it is normal to be in pain at the beginning and even be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion." The headmaster said with a flick of his sleeves, "After he wakes up, throw it in again, and wait for him to break it once." Retreat to practice again."

The man in the brown robe knew that he had no room to intervene, so he cupped his hands, "Okay, but you have to prepare the medicine to strengthen your mind."

Hearing this, the head didn't stop, and just left with a flick of his sleeves.

There was clearly a bit of tension between the two.

Seeing this small step, the girl walked in, "Master, don't be angry."

The man in the brown robe patted the top of the girl's hair, "Go and practice."

"Master, uncle was also disturbed by that century-old bet." The girl comforted softly.

"Little girl." The brown-robed man sighed, his eyes swept over Yuan Shan who was still unconscious on the bed, "I just have to work hard for this child."

Such a young age has to experience the most painful things in the illusion.

again and again......

Dusk will fall.

Yuan Shan Kankan opened his eyes, and when he was awake, he sat up abruptly, everything in the illusion was vivid in his mind, almost carved into his consciousness like a knife.

Mother died again...and even brother...

He quickly lifted the quilt and was about to rush out of bed, and fell to the ground in a hurry. When he struggled to get up, a pair of small red and pink shoes appeared in front of him.

"Don't move around, you will cause trouble for Master." The girl said seriously with her pigtails.

Yuan Shan didn't care too much, he was about to rush to the door, but was thrown back on the bed by the girl like a chicken.

"Don't run around."

"I'm going to find my brother!" Yuan Shan panicked.

"Brother what?" The girl frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out, "Did you see it in the illusion? Don't worry, it's all fake."

Fake......

Yuan Shan stared blankly, and seemed to calm down slowly, he sat back little by little, and finally remembered what his master said before entering the Forbidden Tower.

The first layer is the illusion.

is what you fear most.

Mother...brother...So those are all fake.

For a moment, Yuan Shan seemed to lose all strength, and his back went limp.

He stretched out his hands and slowly covered his face. After knowing that everything was fake, not only did he not gradually forget it, but the scenes became clearer.

He has a very good memory since he was a child, even remembering things just after he was born, and his mother often praises him for being smart.

But in fact, super memory is not a good thing.

He still remembered the blood-stained floor that day, which gaps were covered, and which wall was only spattered with a little blood.

He remembers everything...

"Don't think too much, eat it quickly, this is the tremella soup made by the back kitchen, it's so sweet." The girl stuffed him with a bowl of sweet soup and a spoon.

Yuan Shan was dull for a long time, and then slowly began to eat one bite at a time.

In the illusion, his mother was gone, and his brother was also gone. Later, the blood condensed into his mother's hand, which seemed to tell him that if he killed someone, he could revive his mother and brother.

What did he say?

he will.

The moment this idea popped up, Yuan Shan was taken aback suddenly, he randomly stuffed many spoonfuls of sweet soup into his mouth, trying to block his messy thoughts.

He knew that those were all fake, but it was true that he was willing to kill people.

He's not...he's not like that.

"Hey, you are too eager to eat." The girl was startled when she saw this, for fear that the little kid would choke.

Yuan Shan really choked and coughed a few times.

The girl patted him on the back, and when he recovered, she said: "You should rest quickly, the uncle said, you can only go to retreat again if you break the illusion once."

Yuan Shan was startled, and resisted: "I might..."

"Don't refuse, if the master doesn't allow it, you have to go if you don't." The girl said.

Yuan Shan pursed her lips, her hands still trembling thinking of those pictures.

He was afraid, afraid of those deaths, and also afraid that he would become as crazy as in the illusion.

become not like yourself.

"Hurry up and finish eating and prepare." The girl stood up and said, "Don't worry, my master will watch you outside and won't die."

In half a month, Jiang Weilin felt that his aura had strengthened a lot, but he still didn't seem to be able to touch the edge of the fourth stage of Qi training.

He couldn't help sighing, as expected, only when the meridian was reshaped, he would advance faster, otherwise he would have to take it step by step. Now he feels that the meridian in his body is a bit saturated, and it may be difficult to absorb it again, so it's better to relax.

Thinking of this, Jiang Weilin stood up, and the spirit stone that had been sucked out of the spiritual energy suddenly turned into ashes and scattered in the air.

He opened the window of the room and took a long breath of fresh air.

But there was clearly a shadow squatting outside the window.

It's Long Qing.

The other party seemed to come to squat for a while every day, just got up to leave, saw Jiang Weilin opened the window and hurried over.

"Brother Jiang!" Long Qing ran over and gave Jiang Weilin a bag without hesitation, only to find several low-grade spirit stones inside.

"Look, they gave it all." As he said, Long Qing scratched his head, "I know they gave it to me for your sake, so I didn't take it for myself."

Jiang Weilin glanced at it and stuffed it back, "Give it back to them."

"What?" Long Qing was dumbfounded.

"Why do you think they gave it to me?" Seeing his stupidity, Jiang Weilin raised his head and asked.

Long Qing scratched his head, "I hope you can cover them?"

Anyway, it was the same when everyone was fawning on Li Fuyong before. Li Fuyong is the fastest one to practice, one year has reached the stage of Qi training, and others are even struggling in the acquired state.

Jiang Weilin smiled, "I can't let me help them with this little spirit stone, anyway, return it back, don't owe favors."

Long Qing also understood this, and nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

He is two years older than Jiang Weilin, but when he looks at Jiang Weilin, he doesn't feel like looking at a child, but instead has the illusion of facing an elder.

"Oh, by the way, Bigu Pill will be distributed this month." Long Qing stuffed another bag of things to him.

Jiang Weilin accepted it, and went out by the way to follow Long Qing around the outer door.

After entering the outer door, he hasn't come out to take a good look.

In fact, the outer sects are disciples at best, and they are doing chores at worst. The work of cooking and chopping firewood for inner disciples will fall to them.

Now that Jiang Weilin has got through with the steward and has someone to help with the work, naturally it couldn't be easier.

He walked leisurely on the gravel road with the white fox in his arms.

This fox seems to have almost become his symbol, and other disciples always bring a few words when they talk about him.

"The new kid seems to love his pet."

"I just didn't see the fox open his eyes."

"It can't be fox fur."

Long Qing also asked curiously, "You fox is still alive."

"Alive." Jiang Weilin stroked his fur.

"Then why haven't you seen it open its eyes?"

"I'm sick, I like to sleep." Jiang Weilin replied casually.

Probably because Jiang Weilin didn't want to answer, Long Qing didn't ask any more.

After walking a few times, the two returned to their respective courtyards.

He had been practicing for half a month before, but this time Jiang Weilin is going to retreat directly.

He locked all the doors and windows tightly, and spread a thick stack of high-grade spirit stones on the ground, piled together with the spirit stones that he hadn't absorbed last time.

Jiang Weilin took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, took out the talisman given by Master Xuanying and stuck it on the ground, instantly the surrounding wooden heads were covered with a layer of shield.

This is a preparation for long-term retreat. In this world, improving strength is imminent.

Finally, looking at the faint sunlight coming in from the window, Jiang Weilin was completely immersed in his practice.

Immersed in cultivation, time passes quickly, and several years pass in the blink of an eye.

But Jiang Weilin has not reached this level, his body still needs to eat, so every once in a while he will wake up and take Bigu Dan, and at the same time digest the spiritual energy blocked in the meridians little by little, and then continue to absorb.

After a period of time, he will start to attack the second realm of marrow washing exercises.

Every impact on the realm will bring great pain.

The meridian is forcibly reorganized in the bursting again and again, and the attacker must maintain a clear consciousness to manipulate the aura.

To Jiang Weilin, this is no different from Ling Chi, just one impact can make the room bloody, and afterwards, in order to avoid the bloody smell causing restlessness, he has to drag his tired body to clean it.

In the past few years, Jiang Weilin has hit the second realm three times, but failed twice, barely saving his life.

Not to mention opening up meridians, recovery is barely possible.

And when he finally succeeded for the third time, he went up three stages in a row and went straight to Foundation Establishment.

Three years have passed.

He has finally entered the foundation building stage, and fortunately the marrow washing technique has also broken through the second realm, otherwise the body would not be able to integrate too much spiritual energy and cause the realm to stagnate.

In the past half a year, after stabilizing the foundation for a while, Jiang Weilin approached Chun Yizhi back then.

The other party is still stuck in the foundation building stage, and has not made any progress in the past three years.

But this is also normal. Usually, practitioners can only build golden elixir when they are around two hundred years old. It is not uncommon for them to advance to one level after a few years.

Jiang Weilin is a five-spirit root, and it is unheard of for him to pass it on from entry to foundation establishment in three years.

If talent alone is considered, it must be top-notch.

But Jiang Weilin knew that he was not. He relied on the speed advantage of the natural spirit body to absorb spiritual energy, coupled with the spiritual power accumulation of a large number of high-grade spiritual stones, and marrow washing exercises.

The marrow-washing exercises accounted for the majority, and every breakthrough could bring about a loosening of the realm, but they all cost him half his life.

But in any case, it is a good thing to be able to climb up.

Jiang Weilin found a chance to catch Chun Yizhi.

Although he has just stabilized for a while, it is reasonable to say that his strength is not as good as Chun Yizhi, but his cold snow knife is a top weapon.

Soon Chun Yizhi was beaten to make a world oath, saying that the attack had nothing to do with him at all.

In this way, Jiang Weilin believed it.

But who is it if not Chun Yizhi?Could it be Wang Wenxing?

Jiang Weilin was walking on the way back to the sect, he had grown quite a bit now, with long hair standing up high from a ribbon, he already looked like a young man.

It's rare to ask for leave with the manager and come down the mountain. Jiang Weilin bought a lot of daily necessities, clothes and so on, and bought them from the big ones. In a few years, the body will grow longer, and the old ones can't be worn anymore.

He still hugged the sleeping white fox.

Three years have passed, and as Master Xuanying said, there is no sign of waking up.

He couldn't help sighing deeply, when his state was a little higher, it was time to go to experience some experience and find a way for the fox to recover.

After returning to the sect with a package on his back, he bumped into some disciples.

Jiang Weilin was not familiar with them at all, let alone a few years passed, so he didn't remember the appearance at all.

until--

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang! You finally came out!" Long Qing saw him running over in a hurry from afar, and couldn't help but pause and glance at Jiang Weilin when he got close.

"Brother Jiang, you are quite handsome."

Jiang Weilin smiled politely, he had seen what he grew up in his previous life.

"Hey, brother Jiang, you came out in time. The selection of outer sect disciples every five years happens to be tomorrow. Are you coming or not?"

"Disciple selection?" Jiang Weilin paused.

"Yes, yes, it is said that those who are successfully selected can enter the inner sect!" Long Qing said hastily.

Jiang Weilin was overjoyed when he heard it, and then seemed to think of something, his expression calmed down, "I'll think about it."

"Brother Jiang! What else are you thinking about! As long as you enter the inner sect, the resources are much richer than the outer sect!" Long Qing felt a bit like he hated iron but steel.

Jiang Weilin shook his head.

"I'm going back to retreat."

"Eh? Eh! Brother Jiang! You really don't want to go!"

Jiang Weilin's footsteps quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Long Qing calling out behind him.

After returning to the room, Jiang Weilin closed the door, and he also had his own considerations.

The outer door has not been closed these years, and he has also inquired about the fact that the head of the door has accepted a closed disciple, and as expected, it should be Yuan Shan.

According to what the Sixth Elder said at the beginning, if he is accepted as the head disciple, there may be a lot of restrictions, even if he enters the inner sect, there is no possibility of meeting Yuan Shan.

Moreover, there are many restrictions on entering the inner sect. If there is no independent space, it will be discovered that the marrow washing technique cannot be maintained.

The only benefit after entering is probably that you can get more cultivation resources.

To be honest, with the help of Master Xuanying, Jiang Weilin feels that he will not be short of resources for at least the next ten years. He is only building foundations now. Although the amount of spirit stones used will be several times more than ordinary people, thousands of them High-grade spirit stones are still enough.

The rest will not be discussed until the future is not enough.

After making up his mind, he re-sealed the doors and windows, gathered the spiritual stones that still had aura on the ground, and then stacked them up again, before sitting cross-legged.

In the blink of an eye, another few years.

Inside Qiantianmen, countless disciples gathered together to discuss with extreme excitement.

"You guys have heard! Our sect has finally figured out a genius!"

"That's right, a 16-year-old golden elixir! My God, even Song Qing, a genius from the Xuanling Sect, the number one sect, is no more than a golden elixir!"

"A 16-year-old Jindan is unheard of!"

"Absolutely the number one genius in the world of cultivating immortals!"

On the side where the disciples gathered, two or three male and female disciples gathered together.

The male disciple sneered, "If it wasn't for the cultivation by the sect leader himself, would he have achieved this achievement?"

"That's right, all geniuses and treasures have been thrown at him. If it doesn't become a golden core, wouldn't it be a waste."

"Yeah, Mingming is so young, he doesn't respect us brothers and sisters, and walks alone every day."

While they were talking, their faces were full of disdain and jealousy.

But they also know that this statement is untenable, which sect with good talent is not fed by geniuses and earth treasures, and no 16-year-old golden core has ever been produced.

"Okay! You guys know how to gossip!" A girl in a light red robe jumped out, pointed at them and said, "Yuan Shan is very powerful! If you are not convinced, go and reason with your uncle!"

When several male and female disciples saw her, their expression changed immediately, and they ran away in a hurry.

Tang Runrun snorted disdainfully, "I know that people are talking bad about people behind their backs."

After finishing speaking, she quickly turned her head and smiled at the young man behind her, "Yuan Shan, don't worry, they are just jealous of you! You have to climb higher in the future so that they can't keep up with flattery!"

"Thank you."

The young man named Yuan Shan nodded his head slightly. His black hair stood up neatly in a bun, leaving only a few strands of hair falling by his ears, and his dark eyes became colder and colder.

He was dressed in black and sharp clothes, and he had mature curves at the age of only 16.

Tang Runrun looked at him up and down, and couldn't help sighing, "I think you were just a little white and tender at the beginning, how cute, but now you look so fierce, and the female disciples who were chasing you before were scared away by you."

Yuan Shan ignored it, he raised his hand to smooth his neckline, and walked straight to the Forbidden Tower.

He has now broken through the third floor of the Forbidden Tower, but every time he goes in, he has to go through the first few floors again.

"You used to be most afraid of the Forbidden Tower, why are you so active now?" Tang Runrun muttered strangely.

Yuan Shan finally stopped this time, he whispered back: "You can see what you want to see."

"Ah?" Before Tang Runrun could figure it out, Yuan Shan had already stepped into the Forbidden Tower.

Once facing the first floor of the Forbidden Tower, Hou Yuanshan even tried to break his limbs and refused to go in the most painful time, but in the end he would still be thrown in by the master.

The number of times is more... and I am really used to it.

Even without memory, it becomes easier to distinguish between reality and dreams.

Entering the first floor, a familiar feeling strikes.

For a moment, my mind went blank, leaving only an illusory memory.

He was standing next to the small wooden chair, and in front of him was a ten-year-old boy who raised his hand and hugged him into his arms.

"Yuan Shan, this pastry is not bad."

A piece of white pastry was stuffed into his palm, and he happily responded, "Thank you brother."

He lowered his head and stuttered the pastry in one bite. The young man put his arms around him and put his chin on top of his head affectionately.

After a while, Yuan Shan finished eating a piece of pastry.

When he turned his head, the boy wiped the debris on his hands with a towel.

"Hands are really dirty." The boy teased.

He also followed with a silly smile.

However, at the next moment, the boy suddenly slapped him across the face and threw him to the ground. The cozy cabin turned into a black alley.

His mouth was suddenly full of buns, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and bloody. Several people surrounded him and kicked him while cursing 'bitch', while the boy stood in the distance and watched indifferently.

He thought he would cry out of grief, but in fact, he was very calm.

Bearing the beating, he crawled to the side of the boy step by step, grabbed the boy's trousers, "Brother, take me home."

The teenager looked at him coldly, and even kicked him like those people did.

He was still very calm. A long knife appeared in his hand at some point. Without hesitation, he raised the knife and a head rolled off the boy's neck.

"It's not like my brother anymore...no fun."

As the boy's head fell to the ground, everything around him suddenly collapsed into darkness.

Yuan Shan always stood in place, he woke up from the illusion, his cold eyes did not change at all, he lifted his feet and continued to walk to the next floor.