Chapter 2420 the Sea of ​​Consciousness

Mrs. Jing didn't think Han Sen's artistic conception was so powerful. She was surprised mainly because she was a little confused.

It's like receiving a gift by express delivery. I don't know who sent it, nor what is inside, but after opening the express delivery, there is still a box inside. Layer by layer can't be dismantled.

Regardless of whether the gift inside is good or bad, just this way of giving a gift is very off-putting.

Mrs. Jing is a very patient person. She didn't feel too impatient. She just peeled off Han Sen's artistic conception layer by layer. But after a while, she still didn't see what was at the core.

Even a god has no patience to face the never-ending exploration. When Mrs. Jing peeled off layer by layer, she still couldn't see what was inside, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I want to see, what is your artistic conception?" Mrs. Jing's mind moved, and the divine-level artistic conception instantly descended on Han Sen's artistic conception, and forcibly broke the artistic conception.

The spring rain destroyed the flowers, and the artistic conception like a flower bone was forcibly broken, turning into petals all over the sky and falling down, but within the layers of petals, there was nothing, it was empty.

"It turns out that it's just a superficial person, a person with no connotation." Mrs. Jing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Artistic conception is the embodiment of a person's will and temperament. Han Sen's artistic conception is only external, but internally it is very empty. It cannot be regarded as the artistic conception of a strong person.

Mrs. Jing was about to withdraw her mind and no longer study Han Sen's artistic conception, but suddenly she was slightly taken aback.

Han Sen's artistic conception has been forcibly broken by her. Logically speaking, the artistic conception should have been broken and should not continue to leave traces in her consciousness.

But Mrs. Jing can still see Han Sen's artistic conception with her mind at this time, which is obviously not normal.

With a slight thought and lowered eyes, Mrs. Jing looked at the petals that had fallen to the ground. Every petal was crystal clear. Although it fell to the ground, it was not damaged in the slightest.

Thoughts invaded a petal, Madam Jing's expression changed slightly. She just wanted to peel off the petal to see what was inside, but she didn't notice the petal itself.

At this time, the thoughts entered the petals, and suddenly felt the artistic conception like the sea rushing towards the face, the man's chest was as broad as the sea and the sky, and the profound artistic conception surprised Mrs. Jing.

Mrs. Jing picked up another petal, and the unmoving artistic conception in it was immediately suppressed, as if it was an unshakable pillar of the sky from ancient times.

If a woman is a book, a man is an epic.

The connotation of a man is not the remnant body lying on the hospital bed when he gets old, but the ambition of throwing his head and blood on the battlefield when he was young.

Secular people often only see the final success or failure, but they cannot see the difficulties and obstacles along the way, as well as the courage and persistence of men in the face of difficulties and desperation.

Everyone has failed, but a real man can still stand up and keep going after failure. No matter what kind of environment he is in, no matter how his body changes, the only thing that remains the same is the heart that yearns for victory, and the desire to win. The determination to win everything.

Han Sen's artistic conception does not have a core, that's because a real man has no end, his ambition will continue to expand with time, and he will keep moving forward until the end of his life.

Han Sen's pursuit is not to climb the highest mountain, but to go higher and farther. There is no limit to his ambition, and infinity means eternity.

Mrs. Jing didn't see the core of Han Sen's artistic conception, but each petal was the artistic conception that Han Sen had exploded at a certain time in the past, with anger, joy, sadness, persistence, like the sea, Like a mountain, like the sky, like the earth.

Maybe it's just a single artistic conception, Han Sen is not as good as Mrs. Jing, but looking at the petals, Mrs. Jing is more and more moved.

Suddenly, Mrs. Jing raised her head suddenly, and she found that she had fallen into Han Sen's artistic conception unknowingly, and was influenced by Han Sen's artistic conception.

"Don't let me stay if you mess with me." Mrs. Jing's face turned cold, and the Spring Rain artistic conception fell, and she wanted to completely destroy Han Sen's artistic conception transmitted from the mirror body, lest her own artistic conception be attracted by it.

Thousands of petals were destroyed under her artistic conception, but Mrs. Jing soon discovered that after those petals were destroyed, they took root and germinated like seeds, and bloomed again.

No matter how violent Madam Jing's artistic conception was, and how she destroyed Han Sen's artistic conception again and again, there would still be flowers growing stubbornly in the end, which could not be completely destroyed no matter what.

"How could this be..." Mrs. Jing was horrified and couldn't keep calm anymore. She couldn't completely destroy Han Sen's artistic conception. This is simply impossible.

She is a dignified and deified powerhouse, and her artistic conception is rarely matched in the Huangji clan. She can't believe that Han Sen, a guy who has just been promoted to the king rank, can't do anything.

"Is his artistic conception so strong?" Mrs. Jing looked at the half-bloomed artistic conception flower in her sea of ​​consciousness with a strange expression, and there were layers of waves in her heart.

Ding!

Mrs. Jing took a step back, separated the two rings of the Eye of the Mirror, and her eyes fell on Han Sen.

Soon Mrs. Jing discovered that her artistic conception in Han Sen's body was rapidly fading, and it disappeared completely in a short while. Even Mrs. Jing could not feel it. Obviously, the artistic conception transmitted to Han Sen by the eyes of the mirror spirit has already Digested or dispelled by Han Sen.

"Thank you ma'am." Han Sen opened his eyes and bowed slightly to Mrs. Jing.

Mrs. Jing's spring rain artistic conception made Han Sen feel a lot, and this thank you is from the bottom of my heart.

Mrs. Jing looked at Han Sen with a complicated look in her eyes. She turned and left without saying anything.

After returning, Mrs. Jing used many methods to erase Han Sen's artistic conception, but she couldn't completely remove it, which made Mrs. Jing feel a little annoyed.

"Am I not even as good as a little king?" Mrs. Jing bit her lips, unbelievingly destroying Han Sen's artistic conception flower again, but the result was still useless. The artistic conception flower seemed to be rooted in the Her consciousness is like a sea, no matter how it is destroyed, as long as the root is still there, it can grow again.

The sea of ​​consciousness is a kind of flower, half-open and half-hidden. Wild fire, in spring.

On the fifth day after the quarry was reopened, another strange thing happened. The workers dug out a stone from the quarry. The stone was the size of a millstone with many characters engraved on it.

The two marquises who dug out the stone, after reading the words on it, were promoted to dukes in an instant.

Mrs. Jing went to the quarry in person, brought the stone back to the base, and asked Hong Yun who was in the base to study it together, but the day after their research, Hong Yun, who was at the deification level, unexpectedly changed from the deification level overnight Fall back to the king level.