Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 1616: Come again

Jidu is well-organized on the surface, but a mixed bag of fish and dragons secretly. Here you can easily understand the real situation of Tianya.

In many cases, you don’t need to ask, you can just sit and listen, and you can know the worries and melancholy of the Tianya monks about the future.

The two women, who were not worldly, could simply experience the bitter tears of an ordinary monk.

Stockholm syndrome is a very strange disease.

Zhang Tianliu did not regard this phenomenon as a psychological illness, but as a kind of medicine!

A powerful medicine to save your boring and boring life!

The more confused about life, no one needs it, no goals, no future, or even non-existent ideals and dreams, but people who want to change, get attention, and want to talk to, the more they crave this drug.

This relationship does not only exist between the perpetrator and the victim.

It's actually quite broad.

Extended to the superior-subordinate relationship that exists within many companies.

Everyone craves recognition.

When he is desperate for the future, even the recognition of a criminal will give him a sense of rebirth.

Of course, most despair is also given by criminals!

First he makes you feel despair, then he recognizes you, pays attention to you all the time, and helps you deny your failed self in the past. Naturally, you will become psychologically and physically dependent on him.

Once you master this psychology, you will find that it can be applied in many places.

Including now!

Zhang Tianliu and two girls, Yinqin and Luoying.

Although they were traded, there is no such thing as crime in this boundless sea and world, and there should be no despair in their hearts.

In fact, their growth is destined to be too small. Once it changes, they will be confused, at a loss, and not sure how to live in the future. This is a kind of despair, but it is not serious enough to commit suicide. Yes, they still have a glimmer of hope, but this hope is too slim. They also know that it is impossible, but if they don't cherish this hope, they don't know the meaning of living.

This hope is to return to their master.

Zhang Tianliu does not need to break this hope and rebuild it, because this will make the two women deadlocked.

The past that was too single made them disregard their own life and death. The meaning of living was to serve the Heavenly Lord.

If you extinguish this hope at this time, what else can people do if they don’t fight to the death with you?

On the contrary, if you grasp this flame and fuel your hope, you will have the only other option.

"How is it? Do you need to go somewhere else?"

"That's natural, it may not be the same as here." Luo Ying said unyieldingly.

Zhang Tianliu smiled and let Luo Ying choose where to go this time.

I went to several places in a row and everything I saw and heard was numb!

Cultivator Tianya, living as a mortal, is still a mortal without goals, exuding decadence inside and out.

Although Luo Ying didn't say anything, she had long since lost her persistence in her heart, and it was just difficult to accept it in a short period of time.

The two women ignored that their relationship was changing, from a relationship of being tied and being tied, to gradually forming an identity, not with each other, but with a goal.

It is better to live for Tianzun than to die for Tianzun. Even if you are not praised by Tianzun, you must secretly dedicate everything to him.

Invisibly, the two women stood on the same road as Zhang Tianliu, for Tianya.

"Your Lord pursues self-strength, not collective strength. Indeed, he has many capable people under his command. I don't know exactly what they have done for Tianya. I only see no results at all. Back to the beginning Question, how do you improve your cultivation?"

"Is it important?" Yinqin asked.

"Yeah."

Yinqin thought for a while, finally sighed and replied: "Yingtian Temple."

Zhang Tianliu frowned and asked, "Are there no mountains of cultivation resources?"

Yinqin shook his head.

Zhang Tianliu smiled bitterly.

Yingtian Temple is also a treasure, and its effect is probably inseparable from the four words "Yingtian Becomes a Saint", but when it comes to the specifics, Zhang Tianliu doesn't know.

Yinqin couldn't tell him the details, let alone Luo Ying. If he asked again, there would be no three hundred taels of silver in this place.

This is something he cannot use, so he can only give up the idea that he can become a saint casually, and said with a smile: "Since there are not a large number of resources to send you to become a saint, it is obvious that some of the venerable people are nepotistic. Lining one’s own pockets.”

"What do you mean?" Yinqin's eyes became sharp.

"It's so straightforward and I still don't understand. It means putting the resources provided by all walks of life in Tianya into your own pocket and arranging your own relatives to manage all walks of life..."

"I understand, but this is impossible. No one dares to do such a thing in front of the Lord."

"What's behind the back!"

"You...if there really is such a person, do other venerables agree?"

"Then all the venerables unite to deceive the superiors and deceive the inferiors?"

Zhang Tianliu’s aggressive questioning made Yinqin feel uncomfortable.

Luo Ying couldn't help but choked: "You always say this and that, who is it? You can tell me how much he has been greedy for ink. Why, you don't even know? You are guessing things like this out of thin air. Do you think we will believe it?”

Zhang Tianliu said with great joy: "Then tell me, why is Tianya so decadent?"

"This...this..." Luo Ying couldn't answer. She thought that being decadent in planning didn't mean Tianya, but she felt it was a slap in the face. Tianya was too big, and she was like a child in the deep palace. You don’t know anything, so you dare to talk about the whole country?

"Go back." Zhang Tianliu did not embarrass Luo Ying anymore. The three of them returned to the wine house, looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and went back to their rooms with their own concerns.

"Ying Tiantan!" Zhang Tianliu still worried about this thing in his mind.

It's not that I can imagine it, but I have an extra guess.

Qi Yue!

Why did this Guqing’s predecessor die?

Of course Zhang Tianliu didn't believe that he was killed by Tai Ling boy because he thought about it.

But it’s hard to figure out what mission to perform.

Tianzun is not a person who is good at intrigues. This person's mind is as immature as a muscle, and except for him, no one can send Qi Yue to perform any secret missions. Some of the people under the Lord are more capable than Qi Yue. Compliant.

Then the answer is gradually approaching the Yingtian Temple that he doesn't know!

Gu Qing is overcoming the tribulation!

A catastrophe that requires reincarnation.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianliu did not go into further deductions, but instead concentrated his mind. He seemed to have entered meditation, but in fact he was running a new technique to let his spiritual consciousness leave his body and follow the heavenly line associated with him to enter Yu Hongshou's soul. Taichung.

"Huh?"

Just after infiltrating, but not yet occupying it, Zhang Tianliu's consciousness suddenly had walls of copper and iron surrounding him, imprisoning him like layers of prisons.

He smiled.

The moment the spiritual consciousness manifested into a human form, a layer of talisman rings spun out from the incarnation of the spiritual consciousness, just like the huge waves that rushed Yu Hongshou's soul barrier to pieces. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual platform was destroyed. The illusion was cleared, revealing the Yu Hong Shou Yuanshen with a horrified look on his face.

"It's you again...what do you want to do!" Yu Hongshou said in horror.

"It's okay, I'll just let you sleep for a while." As Zhang Tianliu spoke, seven layers of talisman rings flew out from his body, instantly framing Yu Hongshou's soul. As an arc flashed through the talisman ring, Yu Hongshou's soul Falling asleep uncontrollably.

At the same time, Yu Hongshou, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, stood up from the futon with a little smirk.