fairy wife

Qiuqiu stands in a vast white world.

From the sky to the earth, from far to near, it is all white.

No ups and downs, no shadows, no highs and lows...

She wondered in a daze, is it snowing?

No, not snow.

Qiuqiu suddenly thought that she seemed to be standing in a world of blank paper.

What was she doing just a moment ago?

Ah, by the way, she is practicing kung fu together with Shi'er, and she is practicing both.

It doesn't mean anything impure, but to cultivate the mind together.Shi'er usually acts as a guide, but this time he completely handed over the initiative to Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu was a little apprehensive at first, but gradually, she felt how pleasant and wonderful this taste of freedom was.Just like a bird that has escaped gravity and spread its wings to fly freely, she feels that she can fly anywhere, and nothing is difficult for her.

Sometimes she feels that the feeling of cultivation is really unstoppable.Anyone who has embarked on this path has no intention of retreating.

Because I can't let it go, not only is there the huge temptation of enlightenment and ascension ahead, but also because the process of cultivation is like smoking opium, and I can't let it go after one bite.

But what's going on now?

is she dreaming

She fell asleep while practicing again?

Qiuqiu thought sadly and angrily, she couldn't do it like this, and her practice turned into sleep in the end, when will she catch up with Shi'er and stand beside him?

Maybe others will say that she doesn't know the blessings in the midst of blessings, and that she will be blessed with endless blessings in her life to be next to such a great god.Why bother to struggle?

But Qiuqiu felt that... when these two people fall in love, it's best not to have too much difference.Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to comprehend his realm in her whole life, and if the two of them have no common language, then this relationship will not last long.Even if she couldn't respond to what he said, she still had to understand and understand it, or else it would sound like singing to Bai Ling.It will be over in time.

But her progress is too slow, almost standing still, but he is still advancing, how can people catch up?

She can't tell Shi'er, anyway, your realm has been stagnant for hundreds of years, so you can continue to stagnate for a few more years or decades.Wait for me to slowly gather energy so that I can catch up with you?

Looking at the white world, Qiuqiu felt dizzy.

There is no sense of space at all, and I can't even locate where I am standing. This feeling is really awkward.

The world of paper?

Who is Paper's best friend?

Of course it is a pen.

Qiuqiu touched her waist with her hand, and Moshuang was still tightly tied around her waist.

She took off the ink cream and stroked it casually.

The faint ink color blurred in front of my eyes.Like a puff of mist, falling in front of him.It turned into a piece of dyed black flowers.

Although the ink dots are messy, they are a bit variegated, which makes people feel more comfortable than a touch of white.

Qiuqiu held the pen and looked around.

She wasn't worried that someone would suddenly jump out and accuse her of scribbling and destroying the environment.

But this area was completely stained by her strokes, even if no one blamed her, Qiuqiu herself was not at ease.

Waiting and waiting, nothing changed.

Qiuqiu tried to walk around.But no matter which direction you go, there is no trace of leaving this world.Except for the piece of ink left by herself, which can barely be used as a coordinate for judgment, she has no sense of direction, no sense of distance, and seems to have been standing still, unable to leave, and unable to break the shackles of this world.

What a strange place.

Qiuqiu simply picked up the brush and began to draw again.

Speaking of which, everyone probably did graffiti when they were young and ignorant, writing "Ms. Li is a villain" on the wall or writing the name of their favorite star on the pencil case.

Otherwise, I also drew grids on the ground, playing hopscotch by throwing sandbags or something.

Of course Qiuqiu would not be bored drawing squares on the ground to play.

But she really didn't know what to draw.

Draw Shi'er?

No, wouldn't she step on his face whenever she moved?

Shi'er probably doesn't mind being stepped on in the face by her...

Qiuqiu lay there lying down and began to paint happily.

Draw the face first, then the hair, body, clothes...

Qiuqiu sniggered, clothes, it’s enough to have a meaning of one and a half pieces, and there is no need to put too much ink on it, it would be too wasteful.

So Shi'er in her painting is only wearing a light gauze bathrobe that wants to be covered but still revealing, with the shoulders exposed on the top and the slits on the bottom that can't cover the thighs. Shake into a ball.

As for the expression, Qiuqiu has never seen what Shi'er grinned like before!

She raised her head and imagined for a while, then wrote happily.

Ah, by the way, he hasn't colored his pupils yet.

With one stroke, Qiuqiu put on black pupils for him.

Just at one o'clock, the eyes seemed to move.

Qiuqiu didn't notice, she hadn't completely shaken off the secret joy of "dressing Shi'er in beautiful clothes".

The eyes blinked again.

Qiuqiu lowered her head to observe, and was about to draw Huo'er next to Shi'er, when she just drew a round head shell, before adding nose and eyes, she was suddenly lightly patted on the shoulder.

Qiuqiu froze immediately.

Is it an illusion?

As if to answer her question, she was patted on the shoulder again.

Qiuqiu turned her head stiffly and slowly.

Shi'er stood behind her, looking at her expressionlessly.

No no, this Shier...

Qiuqiu's eyes moved down from his face.

Shi'er is wearing... a light gauze... bathrobe?

His arms were exposed on the top, his thighs were exposed on the bottom, and he didn't even have shoes. He stood there with bare feet.

Qiuqiu covered her mouth.

The force was so fierce that it was like slapping himself hard.

This Shi'er, yes, she drew it?

Is it a real person, or a dummy?

Qiuqiu poked her head and glanced at his side.

Uh, yes = yes.Not a thin sheet of paper.

That, is he real?

Qiuqiu stretched out her hand tentatively, and squeezed Shi'er's face.

Doesn't seem to respond?

She just wanted to pinch it down——

Shi'er squeezed her hand to dispel her desire to move on, and turned to look around.

"What is this place?"

"I don't know." Qiuqiu scratched her head in confusion, "I was here as soon as I opened my eyes...how did you get here?"

"I also opened my eyes and saw myself standing here..."

Shi'er was talking about Qing, and looked down at her ultra-sexy skinny outfit, and was immediately thrown into a mess by this bold and avant-garde style of dressing.

His expressionless face and eyes were so black that they couldn't see bottom, Qiuqiu was terrified when he saw it.

"This... I can explain."

She tried to cover Mo Shuang's body to cover up the evidence.

Shi'er certainly has many questions, and she has a lot of questions too.

She glanced at the place where the portrait was drawn just now—it was blank.

Did Shi'er appear here because she was drawn by her?How did she appear?

besides.Will everything drawn here come true?

It's better to try it yourself than to think about it.

Qiuqiu squatted down again and drew an irregular circle on the ground.

Shi'er watched her every move seriously.

Qiuqiu raised her head and smiled at him, then tapped a dot on the circle and drew a short stem.

Well, this is the magic weapon used to cope with homework in art class as a child: drawing apples.

Of course, what is better to draw than an apple is an egg.But that was too untechnical, and Qiuqiu disdained it.

Something unreal happened, the drawn apple pattern seemed to be covered with a layer of water waves, and then the apple protruded from the paper, from a circle on the paper to a real one.apple.

Qiuqiu froze for a moment, then stretched out her finger to poke.

That's right.It's an apple.

She looked at Moshuang again.

What's going on?

It is true that Moshuang is a pen with only its origin, but no matter how it has its origin, it is not the pen of the magic pen Ma Liang.

How does it make the painted things become real and real?

"what 's wrong?"

Qiuqiu held the apple in her palm and showed it to Shi'er, with her mouth wide enough to stuff a duck's egg.

She habitually asked Shi'er.

Shi'er knows everything and can do everything—even though she drew this Shi'er.

Shi'er didn't answer her question about Apple first, but lowered her head a little.The tip of her nose almost touched her forehead, and she asked in a deep voice, "Me too...you drew it like this?"

"Uh……"

Qiuqiu thought about it slowly.Shi'er's non-mainstream attire looks, as if...

"Let's talk about the real thing first." Qiuqiu tried her best to change the subject: "What kind of place is this? Why did the painted apple become real?"

It looks like an apple, but can it be eaten?

Fortunately, Shi'er didn't continue to question his avant-garde clothes, he put the apple back into Qiuqiu's palm heavily: "This is not the real world."

Qiuqiu had already guessed.

There is a sense of unreality everywhere.

"Then where is this?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be your sea of ​​consciousness."

Qiuqiu is not just getting started, she is a noob who doesn't know what to ask.

"The sea of ​​consciousness...?"

I have heard of this term, but no one has ever systematically taught it and defined the sea of ​​consciousness.Where does this sea of ​​consciousness exist in the body of a cultivator?in the head?heart?Dantian?

The usefulness of consciousness to practitioners is very important, but there are still no concepts and explanations about how to improve and cultivate it.

Seeing her blank eyes and dull face, Shi'er knew that she couldn't understand: "Just treat it as if you were dreaming."

Qiuqiu understands in seconds!

It would be over if I explained it this way, and what a high-end academic title like Sea of ​​Consciousness was, which made her quite nervous.

"Then I imagined you in a dream?"

Shi'er glanced at her, and Qiuqiu couldn't help shrinking her neck with the light but complicated meaning in her eyes, feeling very ashamed.

"No, we were in Shuangxiu just now, and I was pulled in by your consciousness." Shi'er still couldn't help it, and pulled the gauze on her body uncomfortably.But this gauze is only so big, if you want to cover your chest more, your legs will be more exposed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: The weather is colder than the previous few days. .How does it feel like the season is going backwards?