In the room.

Zuo Yang asked Lin Qianyu to sit down in front of the desk, and he also brought a chair from outside and sat next to him, and then spread a piece of yellow paper in front of Lin Qianyu.

"You have a deep obsession with this person. Now write a word on this piece of paper based on your heart. I will follow the obsession in the words to help you find this person. Remember, you must be sincere."

Zuo Yang pointed to the inkstone with cinnabar grinding beside the yellow paper and the brush leaning against the inkstone and said to Lin Qianyu, "In addition, there is another thing I have to make clear first. I will enter a state of meditation later. This is helping you find someone. During this period, you will not wake me up unless I wake up by myself, so don't worry."

Zuo Yang deliberately described "Shenyou Taixu" as a relatively easy-to-understand "entering meditation", which is to prevent Lin Qianyu from not understanding, and to prevent this from being exposed to the ears of those who are interested, causing some unnecessary trouble to himself.

"I know, can any word be done?"

Lin Qianyu listened to Zuo Yang's words intently, then nodded and asked seriously.

"Um."

Zuo Yang nodded slightly.

"good."

Lin Qianyu responded, then pondered for a moment, picked up the brush leaning against the inkstone and dipped it in full cinnabar. After moving her wrist a few times, she left a beautiful and neat handwriting on the yellow paper.

This girl must have practiced calligraphy when she was a child, and there is no doubt about this.

Because in this era of advanced technology, life has been completely occupied by electronic products, fewer and fewer people write, fewer people can write beautiful words, and fewer people can write brushes to this level.

"good."

Zuo Yang took up the yellow paper that Lin Qianyu left behind with appreciation. She wrote the word "安" and "安" and "安" means "安, and the heart is always like this. The person you often think of now should be the person you are looking for. This word is written wonderfully."

While talking, Zuo Yang had already folded the yellow paper with an extremely special method. After the stacking, the shape really looked like a relatively abstract small piece of paper man.

"How did you stack it?"

Lin Qianyu's focus was on Zuo Yang's paper-folding technique. Zuo Yang's movements were too fast just now, and she felt dazzled and didn't see the process clearly.

"I want to learn to teach you back. Now I'm going to start casting spells, so you can wait."

Zuo Yang smiled, stood up and returned to the bed, rushed the black charcoal, who was in charge of the guardian, to the side, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

The little paper man was placed in his palm and clamped his hands together.

The next moment, Lin Qianyu saw Zuo Yang's body tremble suddenly, as if something had been pulled away, and then stopped all movements like a stone statue, leaving only extremely weak and even breathing.

Zuo Yang's feeling is not as calm as it seems on the surface.

"boom!"

With the roar that exploded in his mind, his consciousness had begun to leave his body, and he quickly rose like a rocket, passing through the roof of the small villa, and soon reached the clouds that were high above. Everything below became small, giving a feeling of controlling everything from above.

His consciousness was still rising, and gradually he could see the huge imperial capital. Even the overlapping clouds could not block his sight.

At this time, Zuo Yang's hands were finally released, and a white breath popped out from his hands. His consciousness could not bring the folded paper man, but brought out the thought power that Lin Qianyu had integrated into it.

There was a faint silk thread connected under the white aura, which was the guidance given by the power of thought.

Only by reaching Zuo Yang's current state of divine appearance and in the state of being in the divine world, can he see clearly the thread formed by this thought power.

This is an extremely mysterious power.

There are some people with special numerology in the secular world who can use this power. These people are bugs created by the way of heaven. They can bend iron spoons in the air and move objects in the air. But even they themselves do not know how this power is produced. It is just that some people speculate that this power may be related to thoughts, souls, or souls.

This kind of speculation is very close to the truth, but no one has ever been able to come up with a convincing "scientific basis".

In fact, even ordinary people will more or less embrace this kind of power. For example, if the closest relatives encounter unexpected problems, some people will dream of some strange scenes even thousands of miles away, and they will even have strange feelings of empathy. Similar things happen from time to time. This is the embodiment of this mysterious power.

It's a bit far from going so far.

In Zuo Yang's eyes, the thread did not point in any direction, but extended vertically toward his feet.

"Is the person Lin Qianyu is looking for in the imperial capital, and it's not far from us?"

Zuo Yang speculated in his heart that this possibility was reasonable. Lin Qianyu's home was not far from the imperial capital, and she met that person near her home. The possibility of that person moving to the closer imperial capital with his family was actually quite high.

So following the silk thread, Zuo Yang was like a melon farmer who followed the clues and began to continue to descend to the height of his wandering.

The silk thread always went vertically downward, and there was no sign of changing direction during this period, and Zuo Yang's surprise feeling became stronger and stronger.

Because when the drop was low enough, he suddenly realized that the thread connected to his small villa.

"Is the person Lin Qianyu is looking for actually a member of Jinxiu Studio?"

Only this possibility is that currently, there are only male members of the studio in the small villa. "It's just... this is a coincidence. Who will it be?"

Zuo Yang became more and more curious, and he continued to accelerate the decline.

Finally, Zuo Yang's consciousness followed the silk thread and returned to the small villa again through the roof, and then... a scene that Zuo Yang unexpectedly appeared!

Because the focus of this thread of thought power is not someone else’s connection, it is actually sitting cross-legged on the bed and wandering in Taixu?!

“What’s the situation?!”

Zuo Yang looked confused.

No one knew his experience better than him. He lived in seclusion in the mountains with his grandfather when he was very young and had never traveled far away. Therefore, it was impossible for him to have been to where Lin Qianyu lived since childhood, nor to save any fallen girl. Moreover, if the fallen girl dared to slap him in the face after being rescued, with his personality, he would definitely return it on the spot. Anyway, he would not suffer retribution from heaven if he did this.

So, it's definitely not him.

The next moment, Zuo Yang's consciousness returned to his body, and then suddenly opened his eyes and asked directly: "Lin Qianyu, what's going on with you? Did you feel attentive when writing that word?"

"ah?"

Unexpectedly, Zuo Yang woke up so quickly. Lin Qianyu was startled first, then reacted and said quickly, "How is it possible? I'm so heartless. Can I find someone if I don't care?"

"Hiss... It's right. If you don't have the mind, you won't have the power of mind. If you don't have the power of mind, you won't be able to find someone."

Her words instantly awakened Zuo Yang. Zuo Yang focused on his mind and said to himself in confusion, "But why did he find me?"

“…”

Hearing this, Lin Qianyu was stunned again, and then quickly avoided Zuo Yang's gaze as if she had done something wrong, and said with a slightly red face, "Is it because I had distracting thoughts just now, why don't you try again?"

"No, distracting thoughts are just some unconscious thoughts, and it is impossible to produce powerful and clear thought power."

Zuo Yang still said in a little puzzled manner.

"Oh, don't worry about this issue anymore. I will write it carefully this time. It's definitely OK. Try again, come and try again quickly."

Lin Qianyu's face had a relatively obvious blush, as if something was being pointed out, giving people a feeling of deliberately distracting the topic and constantly urging Zuo Yang.

Then she took a piece of yellow paper herself, but this time she wrote on it not the word "安", but the word "安".

Grace is favor, because it arises from the heart, and we must have great virtue and friendship. Therefore, the original meaning of grace is interpreted as "gratitude", that is, the friendship and benefits given to me by others or me by others.

This word obviously has a completely different meaning from the word "安".

"Is this time really heartbroken?"

Zuo Yang looked at the words on the paper, then raised his head and looked at Lin Qianyu with a scrutiny look.

"I've left, I'll definitely be heartbroken. Let's start quickly."

Lin Qianyu kept waving her hands.

"But you must have been thinking about it just now. Your mind will not lie. What's going on?"

Zuo Yang insisted on saying.

"You...I...Oh!"

Lin Qianyu, you and me, didn't say anything about it for a long time, and finally had to rub your hair madly and lay on the table, like a lion who was furious.
Chapter completed!