The stillness of time is often reflected in space.

For example, the smoke that grew from the incense and the petals brought by the wind blowing in outside the window were all still in the air, and the picture was very magical.

This is something that can be seen, and then the next thing is feeling, for example, the sound will disappear, and an absolutely quiet environment will appear.

In such absolute silence, the person involved will not and cannot react, but the observer who is paying attention to this environment will definitely feel differently.

The boy was guarding outside the old temple. He could not see the magical scenes in the quiet room, but could hear... nothing inside.

This strange feeling made him feel very nervous. Then he remembered that he seemed to have had a similar experience when he was very young, and his face turned pale.

He was an orphan sent to Bailu Academy and served by Tianjinren since childhood.

A few years ago, he had seen Tianjinren entertain a distinguished guest.

That distinguished guest is the leader of Wurong Sect.

According to the aftermath, Tianjinren did not want to see the righteous sects killing each other and wanted to mediate the dispute between Wuhenmen and the Xihai Sword Sect.

The two sides had several letter exchanges in advance, and the Xihai Sword Sect also took back the offensive at that time to express sincerity.

The boy remembered it very clearly that the Bailu Academy that day was as quiet as today, with no sound coming out, not even the subtle sound of the wind.

What impressed him most was that the grasshopper he raised in the flower hall did not scream from beginning to end.

There is silence, like death.

Afterwards, Wuhen Sect Master left Bailu Academy. It is said that he declined Tianjinren's persuasion and insisted on fighting with the Xihai Sword Sect in the last battle.

Then, the teacher suffered a serious illness, and the admissions of Bailu Academy were postponed for two months.

The Wuren Sect Master was seriously injured in the decisive battle with Lord Sword God. If the head of Qingshan Sect had not come forward personally, he would have died on the spot.

Since then, Wuhen Sect has been in a disadvantage in this dispute between the two factions and has no chance to turn around again.

No one linked that conversation at Bailu Academy to future events.

Most people think that Tian Jin and people are seriously ill because they want to use the art of deduction of Tian Ji to convince Wu Rong's sect leader, which consumes too much energy.

The boy was outside the door at that time and vaguely guessed that the truth of the matter was not that simple, but of course he would not tell it to the outside world.

Today, he felt that absolute silence again.

What do you want to do, sir?

But isn’t that Jing Jiu a junior disciple of Qingshan Sect?

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Space is still.

The sound disappeared.

These are just appearances.

In other words, these are all illusions created by powerful spiritual consciousness.

Real time is still, and all movements will inevitably stop the movement inside the object.

For example, thinking.

At that time, Jing Jiu was thinking about something.

When his eyes fell on the white eyes of the sky, his thinking slowed down, and then became slower and slower.

Although his thinking speed will not really stop if it continues like this, the misalignment of this thinking speed and the real time flow rate will make him miss many things that are happening.

That is to say forgetting.

Jing Jiu did not let such a thing happen.

Just as his thinking slowed down, he realized what was going on.

Logically speaking, thinking cannot perceive the changes in thinking itself.

He could feel it because he was very special, and because his deduction and calculation ability was too strong, so strong that he was extremely sensitive to the subtle changes in the deduction and calculation speed.

Realizing that what was happening was a thought, he woke up.

He found that a fragment of spiritual consciousness had entered his body at some point.

That spiritual consciousness is very subtle and very powerful.

Only with strong spiritual power as vast as the sea can a spiritual consciousness be compressed into such a tiny fragment, using the line of sight as a bridge, and quietly send it to other people's bodies.

This spiritual fragment carries no breath, as if it is the purest jade piece, extremely clean.

Even if a practitioner sits and watches on his own every day, he cannot discover it.

This fragment of spiritual consciousness, as his meridians quietly walked, had already arrived at his sea of ​​consciousness, and then quietly landed on the Taoist tree.

Jing Jiu felt a warning.

He felt a great danger.

This was the most dangerous situation he faced since he stepped into the Dao River again, and it was even far better than that when Jingyang's Cave Palace opened, the moment when the former peak leader Fang Jingtian discovered him.

This fragment of spiritual consciousness seems to be without malicious intentions, but may change at any time. It can easily pollute the Taoist tree and damage the sword pill. When he has not discovered it at all, it can quietly hinder his practice, and may even shake his Taoist heart, affect his state at the most critical moment of decisive battle... but it still prevents him from discovering it.

What made Jing Jiu most wary was that if this spiritual fragment stayed in his body, he would likely discover his secret.

It is worthy of being close to heaven and man, and this method can be regarded as unpredictable to gods and ghosts.

If he uses this method to deal with others, let alone Luo Huainan and Zhao Layue, even the elders of the Qingshan Sect, Zhongzhou Sect, and even the monks of Guocheng Temple may have been in the Tao.

However, even if you are close to the heavens, using such means will inevitably consume a lot of spiritual consciousness and pay a huge price. You will never use it easily.

Jing Jiu was convinced again that he must have been entrusted by someone.

The question is, who is that person? Fang Jingtian? Come to the West? Or is he the most vigilant... Senior Brother?

If it were the case before, Jing Jiu would have asked this question directly, or left the fragment of spiritual consciousness in his body, pretending not to know what to do, but now it cannot.

In a very short time, he did three deduction calculations and confirmed that it was too dangerous.

His current level of cultivation is still too low, and he cannot leave this great problem in his body.

Determined mind.

The sword intent rises.

Jing Jiu's eyes condensed slightly, and a cold light flashed by.

The sword balls in his body suddenly dissipated and turned into more than three hundred sword intents, slashing towards the fragment of spiritual consciousness.

Time restores flow rate.

The space reply is normal.

The white smoke from the burning incense spreads.

The petals that were swept by the wind fell on the window frame, making a slight sound.

In places where you can't hear, the sword wind whistles and the thunder sounds loudly.

In a place where it could not be seen, the more than 300 sword intents directly shattered the fragment of the spiritual consciousness into snow-like fine dust.

An invisible thunder fell with his spiritual consciousness, bombarding the debris to the invisible.

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The wind is howling.

White hair flutters.

Tianjinren's body trembled, his face pale, and he looked extremely painful.

While the invisible thunder sounded, he could no longer support it, and let out a muffled groan, blood overflowing from the corners of his lips.

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"Who are you?"

Tian Jinren stared at Jing Jiu with his blind eyes, his voice full of shock and doubt.

"I said, you can't bear the answer to this question."

Jing Jiu reached out and picked up a stack of white paper from the table and walked out of the temple.

The door opened and the sky fell on his face.
Chapter completed!