Chapter 247 Weeds in the Cracks of Rocks (Please Vote for Me)

The dead Lao Liu jumped out from time to time in front of him. Perhaps because he was dead, he was more eager to show his life activities, even if it was only in Lin An's heart.

He was noisy, but some of the words of such a top black wizard were still very insightful.

Lin An still couldn't digest the emotion of "hesitation", which was really wrong.

What's worse, because the two emotions of "ambition" and "distorted cruelty" bred by "hesitation" were increasingly satisfied under some changes in the environment, and enough power had been accumulated in his body, madly stimulating the deepening of the opposite "hesitation".

Fortunately, these powers were constantly absorbed by the core of the antler furnace, and would not be stagnant and accumulated to distort Lin An's mind.

Although it has begun to affect some of Lin An's behaviors.

The initial "hesitation" emotion came from everything that happened around him. Now with the death of Lao Liu and the determination of the extraordinary world pattern of Shenhou City, according to Lin An's "digestion of emotions theory", it should be completely resolved now.

But it didn't.

If he didn't intend to overturn his own 'emotion digestion theory', Lin An would have to consider whether it was a witchcraft problem.

Logically speaking, the few witchcrafts he knew now were enough to digest this emotion.

The coffin-sealing witchcraft gave peace of mind, so he naturally wouldn't hesitate.

The wizard's will was clear and self-aware, and had the power to face everything, so he was even less likely to hesitate.

The heart-to-heart witchcraft, with a subtle state of 'no self but all me', was also enough to digest hesitation.

These three witchcrafts were all top-notch.

Any one of them was enough to deal with the emotional outburst of Lin An, who had just become a formal wizard.

"They are all very powerful witchcrafts, enough to be the 'main witchcraft' to sort out all witchcraft in the future, but..." Lin An shrugged, "It seems that none of them fit my heart so well."

After Lao Liu jumped out to mock him as usual, his head began to discuss this topic with Lin An.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, I'm not in a hurry."

Lin An responded casually, pressing the keyboard shortcut with his left hand, and controlling the mouse with his right hand to skillfully adjust the spiritual portrait on the computer screen.

He is really not in a hurry, just hesitate, as if everyone must have a firm and resolute heart, or must shrink into the tortoise shell of the coffin witchcraft and dare not face everything?

Just kidding! He is not such a person!

He is not willing to become a wise man of life who hides his sleeves in the corner and laughs at the clouds, nor does he want to become a resolute and courageous tough guy. These sound good, but they are not him.

Compared with the extraordinary road that seems to end in death no matter how he tries, his enthusiasm for game development is simply excited.

Especially when he is figuring out what level of spiritual portraits the game needs, and the drawing of these ordinary people's spiritual portraits is within his current level, everything becomes so handy.

In this high-speed prosperous commercial city, there are too many confused hearts with thousands of holes. Some people can't bear the pressure, some grit their teeth and persist, and some constantly motivate themselves. No matter what state they are in, everyone is still moving forward.

Whether it is active or passive.

This is the most wonderful picture of life.

It is not strong, as if it is the most bland daily life, but it is full of life's endurance and activity. It is like a wild flower that emerges from a crack in a stone. It is not as tenacious as others praise it. It just happens that the seeds fall there, so they grow there.

"This is a very wonderful feeling!"

Lin An shared his discovery with the ugly head, pointing to the increasing number of spiritual portraits in the material library, and talked about it with a beaming face, gesturing with his hands.

"The difference between active and passive, we use our own spiritual power to face and fight, and we just deal with it naturally under the pressure of life, adapt to it, integrate into it, but go our own way..."

"This is completely different!"

"Since people cannot live without the environment, they must learn to coexist with the environment, so the environment gets something from people, and people also get something from the environment..."

Lin An talked about it with bright eyes, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and opened the modeling software again, tilted his head and thought, and called out a grass that was shaking in the wind from the material library.

Operating the shortcut keys to quickly adjust the next spiritual portrait.

"There is another kind of... um... how to describe it? Masochism?"

The ugly head was a little confused, "Masochism?"

"It can't be said that way, but it's probably like this." Lin An stared at the computer screen and quickly tapped the keyboard, "It is a very unique instinct. The greater the pressure of life, the more complicated the things they face, and the more things they need to challenge, the more excited they are!"

"Even if everyone is an ordinary person, not a genius who can read the junior class, nor a top-notch person who has received extremely profound knowledge, but these people are obviously better than others."

"This is the power of ordinary people!"

"Under the pressure of life, although they sometimes lack ability, conditions, and even luck, they can burst out powerful spiritual power to fight everything."

Lin An clicked the screen, "You see, no matter how the wind blows, the weeds will eventually return to their original self, and they still haven't stopped growing."

This is a different way of thinking from the wizard's extraordinary path of practice. The mind does not go to extremes, but is more daily and soothing.

This is...

The life force that belongs to normal people.

The ugly head shook its hair, and the blood in the hair suddenly splashed everywhere. It stretched out its dark tongue and licked the blood dripping above its lips, and looked at Lin An with some confusion.

"What about the practice of the extraordinary path?"

"Lin An, you are a wizard, or even a witch-hunting knight. Are you no longer practicing?"

Lin An paused for a while, turned to look at it and grinned, then turned back to carefully adjust the spiritual portrait.

"Jie Jie Jie~~" Old Liu's figure suddenly appeared on the glass water glass on the desk, sneering, "Don't you know Lin An?"

She glanced at him with her head, wanting to imitate Lin An's attitude of ignoring him, but her ears stood up involuntarily.

"He has no ambition at all for the extraordinary world!" Old Liu's expression was very complicated. "He is just like that weed. The wind blows over, shakes it, and then returns to his own world."

His tone was somewhat angry, "In his eyes, everything that happens in the supernatural world is to cause trouble for him. He doesn't like to be a wizard or a witch-hunting knight at all!"

Lin An, who was busy in front of the computer, raised his eyebrows. This old Liu knew him well.

Oh, no, he should have understood it after entering his own mind and feeling his own thoughts.

Lao Liu was very unhappy at this time. The former wave died on the beach, but the latter wave didn't want to go ashore at all?

After killing the former waver, this guy actually went home and lay down?

Oh, it can't be said that he is completely relieved. At least Lin An behaves like a complete workaholic when it comes to game development.

But when it comes to extraordinary cultivation, it seems that there is a lack of motivation, and it is even a bit muddle along.

"Every progress in spiritual practice is a step closer to the end of death."

This is what Lin An thinks in his mind!

Lao Liu felt all this in his heart. He felt that his breath was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Damn, if he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have provoked Lin An when he was beaten to death.

Lin An is simply invincible.

"Nothing has been done! You just wait to be completely distorted by the emotions in your soul!" Old Liu cursed angrily, "You think that having an antler furnace core can completely help you refine all the emotions in your soul. Is it clean?”

"No, it's impossible. Emotions are just the surface. Changes in the mind are the root cause!"

"Lin An, just wait to die!"

In the words, some were disdainful and angry, and some were full of malicious ridicule.

"Hesitation? Ambition? Twisted cruelty? Hahaha, I look forward to the day when you become a madman!"

The ugly head has an odd expression.

It didn't really agree with Lao Liu's statement. It had an inexplicable feeling. Yes, it was Lin An's spirituality after all, and it could feel the most delicate changes in Lin An's soul.

seemingly……

Lin An was really digesting this feeling of hesitation bit by bit.

It is digested in a non-antagonistic and non-balanced way. It is not like the direct confrontation of the wizard's will, the escape of coffin sealing witchcraft, or the separation of heart to heart. It is more like a kind of tolerance.

Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue.

Lin An's spirituality was refined by the core of the Antler Furnace, and a common problem among witch-hunting knights was emerging - Lin An's soul began to dry up like a riverbed with cracked soil.

But it is such a river bed that easily absorbs the showers of emotions.

It’s as if no matter how much emotion flows through him, he can absorb them all.

Is this the instinct of the Witch Hunter Knight? Or is it the reason for Lin An’s current research on the topic of ‘spiritual characteristics of ordinary people in urban social environments’?

The ugly head doesn't know.

It has no way of thinking, it can only feel these things.

"Calm down~" Guantou pretended to smile, and the blood from his mouth sprayed on Old Liu's face on the glass of water, "It's no big deal, just let nature take its course."

Old Liu sneered, "What kind of people have their own spirituality? No wonder you, Lin An, can't learn my 'wizard's will', ha~"