Xia Pingsheng looked emotional, as if he remembered the past. After a while, he sighed: "You are like me, and your relationship is weak."

Xia was originally the son of a commoner in an ordinary city in Jingzhou. He was from a well-off family, lived in four generations, and had a prosperous population.

However, in a large beast tide that was rare in a century, the city was destroyed and his family was destroyed. Among the crowds of fugitives, he watched his relatives fall down one by one and die. Finally, when the escape team where he was located arrived at the location of a monk sect for protection, there was only a four-year-old young girl left beside him.

However, having a safe residence does not mean that you can survive. Xia Pingsheng tried every means to obtain food, and at the same time he also competed with countless children for the opportunity to become apprentices of monks.

Just when he was qualified to be an apprentice and ran back to his habitat, the young girl had already stopped breathing for a long time.

Next, Xia Pingsheng made rapid progress in the master's sect and easily entered the master's realm. However, he was stuck in the first level of "Li" for a full ten years. The genius at the same time became a joke.

In the world of the world, only by knowing obstacles can we untied the bondage, but Xia Pingsheng was confused and did not know what the bottleneck was.

In order to seek breakthroughs, he continued to improve his level of missions, and ventured into a very dangerous secret realm for him. Until he was in danger and fell into the magical realm of the mind, he accidentally got Ji Yu to help him escape, and broke the "leave" and entered the "purity" in one fell swoop.

Xia Pingsheng realized that the loss of kinship was the biggest pain in his life. Even if he was vigorous and had hope for the road, he could not erase the great joy he had when he saw his little sister's lifeless eyes.

Yan Kaiting heard this and his mind moved, his spiritual sense was shaken, and he felt empathy.

Xia Pingsheng's tone was mediocre, his emotions did not fluctuate, and he finished his long past in just ten sentences. But Yan Kaiting seemed to have the same feeling, and even a few tragic fragments would appear in his mind.

Yan Kaiting instinctively felt that it was not Xia Pingsheng's experience, but it was so vivid that it seemed to have happened. How did he get such an impression?

You should know that Yujing City has been peaceful for a long time. Although the "demon time" is once every few years and the beast tide occurs from time to time, it is always outside the city gate. The main city has not been broken for hundreds of years.

After Xia Pingsheng finished speaking, he claimed that it was too late and directly invited Yan to court and out of the room.

When Yan Kaiting stood in the snowy yard, his mind was still in a daze, and countless pieces of memory were floating like a lantern, reflecting a bizarre picture of light.

He shook his head hard and forced down the rioting sea of ​​consciousness. Only then did he notice that it was already dark.

The entire living yard is very quiet, with street lights on the winding path, but the light is extremely soft. If you don’t look closely, you will mistakenly think that the moonlight is just a little brighter.

In the distance, the outer courtyard of Yan Mansion is like most of the homes where the bells and ding-food food are brightly lit and the voices are endless. It is the most lively time of the day. The inner courtyard is quiet and prosperous, and the lights of the pavilions and towers outline the continuous outlines, just like a beauty dressed in the night.

Yan Kaiting stood for a while before slowly walking out. He understood that Xia Pingsheng would not mention his painful past for no reason, which was to remind him whether his "leave" obstacle would also be family affection.

The bystanders are often brighter than the person involved.

However, Yan Kaiting didn't know how to make a barrier if there was nothing at all?

He hadn't recalled the past for a long time, and it made him feel that his birth was a failure. He was not happy with his blood relatives, but brought disaster to those close to him. People in the world saw him walking among the flowers on the ground, but no one saw the thorns piercing his ankles.

I don’t know how long it took to leave, but when Yan Kaiting looked up, he found himself standing in the square where he met Han Fenglai. This time he didn’t hesitate much, so he walked towards the Yan Family Ancestral Hall.

Yan Kaiting did not enter the door, but stood there for a long time and stared at the solemn building.

The plaque "Tiangong Kaiwu" on the lintel is the original work. It was created by the founding ancestor. It is a metal magic weapon, which is used to seal the fire spirit. Of course, it is empty now, and the fire spirit itself is at the core of the workshop.

Then Yan Kaiting's eyes fell on the charred ruins on the side. He walked over step by step, but his body was involuntarily tense and his forehead was slightly sweating.

Gradually, there was a murmur sound in my ears, the sound of fire peeling off the beams of the roof, the sound of weapons buzzing, and Yan Kaiting was a little dizzy.

What happened that night? What exactly was his inner demonic obstacle?!

Suddenly, one hand was put on Yan Kaiting's shoulder and someone called him.

Yan Kaiting suddenly woke up, sweating behind her back, and the coldness of the night wind was so cold that he noticed that although he felt that a lot of time had passed just now, it was only ten feet away from the ancestral hall to the ruins, and he didn't even walk out one-third of it.

Yan Kaiting sighed heavily and turned his head and said, "Mingxuan."

Fu Mingxuan looked at his face carefully and said, "What's wrong with you? I just saw that you were about to enter into meditation. In this way, the true qi will be disordered."

Yan Kaiting smiled bitterly and said, "What is entering into meditation? I feel like a demon nightmare."

Fu Mingxuan didn't take this as a joke, his face darkened, and he began to look around.

Although monsters in this world often come to seek gaps, most of the inner demons are referring to them. Among the orthodox Taoist mental methods, the so-called inner demons are not caused by those monsters that invade this world, but referring to the astray on the road of seeking great paths.

In addition to every time the realm is improved and the obstacles encountered by the heavy position is broken, the so-called inner demons mostly come from the illusion array, which means disturbing the spiritual consciousness of the monks, releasing and amplifying negative emotions, and making people confused.

Soon Fu Mingxuan's eyes fell on the ruins in front of him, he pointed his hand and said, "There was originally a magic circle there?"

Yan Kaiting said, "That is the ruins of the old ancestral hall, of course there are."

Fu Mingxuan said: "It is best to ask a higher-level formation master to clean it up. After the magic array like this protects the heavy area is destroyed, what you fear most is not failure, but distortion."

This was the first time Yan Kaiting heard that the broken magic circle would work and would have a counterproductive effect.

He pondered for a moment and said, "The famous formation master in the territory of Yongzhou..."

After Fu Mingxuan blurted out, he also thought of the fact that the North Yongzhou Road was not prosperous, and frowned and said, "There should be a reason for not rebuilt on the original site, right?"

When Yan Kaiting was said this, he remembered it and suddenly felt a little Ai Ai, "Well, it seems that he said that the magic circle that forms the foundation below was destroyed by the ground center and could not enter..."

Fu Mingxuan stroked his head angrily, and he could not take such an important matter to heart.

The advanced magic circles that protect the important areas are all integrated with offense and defense, especially the "Tiangong Kaiwu" who started to refine weapons. The ancestors also left behind spiritual weapons in the palace. Who knows what powerful means are buried in it?

Although the Yan family has actually been on the decline in recent generations and has never produced any masters who can refine spiritual-level weapons, their heyday is still there. Only the spiritual fire in the main house workshop can be among the first-class.

Now there are very few old people in the Jiangxi Mansion. If they cannot find complete architectural drawings, they will be unable to solve the ruins in front of them.

Fu Mingxuan shook his head and said, "Be careful when you come here in the future! You seemed to be disturbed by your spiritual sense just now. And for a moment, I felt something was wrong in the ruins."

Yan Kaiting was surprised. It was not because he was disturbed by his spiritual consciousness. He knew his own affairs and this place had too special significance to him. He was emotionally excited before he came here. Even if there was no external disturbance, his spiritual consciousness might be uneasy. But if Fu Mingxuan had a real feeling, it would be another matter.

"If it's so serious, then someone will come and seal it up first."
Chapter completed!