I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 165 Hint

Wen Ye looked at the figure on the scroll and pursed his lips.

"When we left Tianyang Sect and boarded the flying boat."

Yan Ping thought about it and looked at it carefully again.

The cliff in the painting is indeed the front edge of the flying boat deck, except that it lacks the guardrail.

But these are not important. What is important is the ethereal feeling in the painting, and he feels that he does not have such temperament.

So this is what Wen Ye thinks of him?

Yan Ping was thinking while flipping through the pages. Almost all the drawings at the back were of him, except after he arrived in Fire Spirit City.

Wen Ye's painting frequency increased, and more scenes appeared in his paintings.

If you count carefully, the speed actually accelerated after he started to treat his soul. Wen Ye's soul was still affected by him.

He placed the painting on the table and tapped it with his fingers.

Wen Ye's gaze fell on his fingers, his pale fingertips occasionally touching the drawing paper.

Wen Ye knew that was the movement Yan Ping made when he was thinking, a very normal little habit.

He refocused his gaze again.

The whole person was as silent as a stone statue.

Yan Ping caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of his eye, but did not speak.

For now, the fact that Wen Ye is painting his scroll is enough to show some clues.

Yan Ping never had a love relationship or liked anyone in his two lives, but there was never a shortage of people who liked him.

He can take advantage of Wen Ye's thoughts and make him follow him wholeheartedly.

But human love is very strange. They may obey you in every way in the last second, but may want to destroy you in the next second.

Yan Ping always maintains a resistant attitude towards love.

Whenever he encountered a problem, he would go straight to the point and attack directly.

But Wen Ye's soul is related to Yuanzhou's future survival, so Yan Ping doesn't dare to gamble.

Yan Ping's gaze fell on Wen Ye, and he hesitated for a rare moment.

"What are you thinking now?"

Wen Ye raised his eyes, stared at Yan Ping for a while, and then uttered a word in a dull voice.

"I don't know. I can't tell."

His mind is not normal now. Some of his obsessions are magnified by his soul, and some are passed down from his soul.

He really can't tell the difference.

Yan Ping, however, was somewhat relaxed. He couldn't tell the difference, so he pushed all the blame onto his spirit and soul. Now he tried his best to satisfy him and wait for his spirit and soul to absorb all of his consciousness.

When the time comes, we will cut the Gordian knot and resolve the issue once and for all.

Without his own spiritual consciousness entangled and causing obsession, Wen Ye will definitely be able to adjust himself by then.

Yan Ping looked at Wen Ye, his voice calm, with a hint of soothing.

"It doesn't matter. Your current abnormality is all caused by your soul. Do whatever you want."

Wen Ye was stunned and wanted to refute, but he felt a little dazed.

Is it true that his current abnormality is all caused by his soul?

Yan Ping observed his subtle expression and didn't say much.

His sea of ​​consciousness was injured, but it was still easy for him to give certain hints to a child, especially since his consciousness still existed in Wen Ye's soul.

Wen Ye was still thinking, but the more he thought, the more he believed that he might really be affected by the soul.

Wen Ye gradually relaxed, so it was good that he was not as perverted as him.

Seeing him like this, Yan Ping handed the scroll back.

"It's a good painting. I didn't expect you could draw."

Wen Ye put the scroll away. After the troubles in his heart were solved in an alternative way, the melancholy between his brows disappeared.

"When I had nothing to do in the past, I would occasionally paint. As I painted, my mood would calm down."

Yan Ping thought about it and thought that it might be similar to when he practiced sword before.

Wen Ye saw the tiredness between Yan Ping's eyebrows and handed him a warm bell from the side, "Senior, do you want to rest?"

Yan Ping looked at the spiritual power in the meridians of his left hand. Not much had been recovered, not enough to remove the impurities from the ore a second time.

There is nothing to do and it's still cold, so I might as well continue sleeping.

Yan Ping lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and let Wen Ye cover him with the quilt.

The spirit lamp in the room was turned off.

Yan Ping didn't fall asleep for a while, but his light sleep allowed him to hear the rhythm of Wen Ye's breathing while he was practicing.

Every breath is melodious and long.

The surrounding spiritual energy gathered very quickly. According to Wen Ye's cultivation speed, he should be able to achieve perfection in foundation building within three months.

In fact, Wen Ye’s talent for cultivation is not bad, and is even stronger than most people, but he has devoted a lot of time to formations.

Whether it was memorizing the array patterns or debugging the array base, he never had enough time.

It has been less than half a year since Yan Ping and Wen Ye met.

Wen Ye's cultivation level has advanced from the late Qi Refining stage to the late Foundation Establishment stage. With his help, the strength of his soul must be far superior to that of his peers. He doesn't understand the formation and ignores it.

Maybe I can find some places that are not mentioned in the original book, but may have the aura of earth vein nodes...

Yan Ping's complicated thoughts gradually calmed down, like a calm well.

The next day, Yu Tianhong discovered that the soup in the kitchen had been disturbed.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he happily ran to the door of Wen Ye's room. Just as he was about to speak loudly, Wen Ye came out and made a gesture to him to keep quiet.

Yu Tianhong was a little puzzled, but subconsciously lowered her voice, "Did you wake up last night, Senior?"

Wen Ye's expression was calm, mixed with a hint of joy, "He woke up, but then fell asleep again."

Although Yu Tianhong was a little disappointed, she clicked her tongue when she saw that his expression today was obviously different from usual.

"Senior woke up last night, you look better today."

He looked normal every day before, but he was unusually cold.

Wen Ye glanced at him and reflected on himself for a moment. Wasn’t it very obvious in his previous performance?

Yu Tianhong walked out with him.

"Senior Rufeng said that I haven't entered the Void Pill Realm because I lack a fight. He plans to take me out to find some exotic beasts to fight with."

"So we are going out today. When the senior wakes up, use the Flying Pearl to tell me what he wants to eat, and we will get some fresh ingredients to cook."

Wen Ye nodded, he also had an appointment today.

He had already finished reading the formation book that Fu Tiancheng left for him and had memorized it all. It was time to read new ones.

Wait until noon.

Ji Rufeng carried Yu Tianhong out.

Fu Tiancheng finally arrived.

Fu Tiancheng saw Wen Ye practicing in the courtyard and sensed the aura of his realm. He was a little surprised, but did not interrupt him.

When Wen Ye stopped on his own initiative, Fu Tiancheng walked up to him, with a look of disapproval on his face, and started to talk in a rambling manner.

"Although realm is important, your talent lies in formation. If you only cultivate realm but fail to understand formation, you won't have many means to fight against enemies in the future."

"Don't just practice and not read books just because you're with Yan Ping. He will leave sooner or later. You have to take this time to improve yourself."

Wen Ye felt a little helpless and stood up and saluted.

"Master Fu, I asked you to come here today to ask for advice on the formation."

Wen Ye said as he put all the books that Fu Tiancheng had left in the storage bag on the table.

The stone table, which is about one square meter in size, was filled with things, and piled up to half a person's height.