When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Neither of them spoke again. After all, this matter was too bizarre and it would take some time to digest.

Wei Wuxian kept thinking about what Lan Wangji had just said. What did it mean that this place was not the real world? Was everything here fake? But his feelings were so real.

After thinking for a long time, he looked up at Hong Wangji opposite him. He also had a frown on his face.

Lan Wangji, who was lying on the bed, was not really unconscious. He was still conscious but just couldn't wake up, as if his spiritual power was exhausted and about to dissipate.

Lan Wangji had a feeling that if he didn't wake up, he would have to leave this place.

His consciousness was struggling violently, and he gathered the last bit of his spiritual power to break through the obstruction and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wei Ying..." His voice was so weak that it seemed ethereal.

Wei WuXian suddenly stood up from his seat and walked to the bedside: “Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji struggled to get up but all his strength was used up in waking up.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian wanted to help him, but Hong Wangji got there first.

Hong Wangji first felt his pulse with one hand, then helped him up and transferred spiritual power to him.

However, the spiritual power that was injected into it disappeared instantly like mud entering the sea.

Wei WuXian shouted anxiously: “What happened to Lan Zhan?!”

Hong Wangji shook his head and sighed, "It's hard to keep the breath, and the spiritual power is weak."

Wei WuXian asked: “How could this happen!”

Lan Wangji interrupted their conversation and said, "It's okay... Wei Ying, listen to me, you must discover the disadvantages of this illusion, this is not the real world..."

As if speaking his last words, Lan Wangji said everything he could: "...I can't stay here any longer...You must get out of the illusion. We are all waiting for you in reality."

After saying this, Lan Wangji looked at Hong Wangji and said, "You must believe me..."

His breath was empty, but the words he spoke were very firm.

After Lan Wangji finished saying this, he slowly became transparent in front of them. Wei Wuxian reached out to grab him, but caught nothing. He disappeared. Even the blood that Lan Wangji had just sprayed on him disappeared. He was just like Wei Wuxian, as if he had never appeared.

The illusion is not a real place, it is waiting for us in reality. Wei Wuxian suddenly woke up, he said: "Lan Zhan, do you remember what happened yesterday?"

Hong Wangji thought for a moment and then shook his head slightly.

Wei WuXian asked again: “Do you remember how we met?”

Hong Wangji said, "Listen and learn."

Wei WuXian said again: “You know me and I know you, and we also know everyone around us, but I can’t remember the specific things at all.”

Wei WuXian looked at him straight in the eyes and asked, “Lan Zhan, do you believe him?”

Hong Wangji said, "I believe you."

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Okay! Then let’s break this illusion.”

However, the two were still confused about how to break it. Hong Wangji took him to the Lan family's library and entered the banned book room in the basement.

The footsteps echoed in the basement. In the dry and spacious basement stood rows of neatly arranged bookcases.

Suddenly Wei WuXian said, “I feel like this isn’t the first time I’ve come to your forbidden book room.”

Hong Wangji asked, "Why do you say that?"

Wei WuXian came to a row of books with records of strange books written on them, picked up a book at random and began to flip through it.

He turned a page with just a flick of his finger, then hummed the melody easily.

Hong Wangji said, "The secret song of Japan."

The Lan family's library was not easy to enter, let alone the secret room where the books were stored. Now the two of them were even more certain of what Lan Wangji had said before.

Hong Wangji led him inside and stopped in front of a grid with the words "Strange Stories" marked on it.

The two searched it and flipped through many books before finally finding the approximate answer in an inconspicuous book.

The phantom demon is a ghost that is good at creating illusions. It has weak attack power but is good at creating illusions. It has no specific form and often lives in the dreams of those who have been hit. It survives by sucking the blood of others. Seven days is the final limit. If you don't wake up after seven days, you will completely become the food of the phantom demon.

The only way to crack it is to find the discrepancy between the illusion and reality.

People trapped in the illusion are like people in a dream. They don’t know that they are dreaming and will not question anything that happens here. Even if they don’t know why it happens, they just take it for granted.

Even though Lan Wangji told him that this was just an illusion, he still couldn't remember anything outside of the illusion.

This is where the difficulty lies. If a person cannot remember what happened in reality, how can he find the difference between the environment in the illusion and that outside the illusion?

The two of them took out the book about the phantom monsters. At this time, at the end of the hour of Hai, most people in the Cloud Recesses had already rested.

The two left the forbidden room and sat on the second floor of the library. Wei Wuxian looked outside through the window and saw a red ribbon tied to the magnolia tree, gently fluttering in the evening breeze.

Wei WuXian tugged at his sleeve and asked, “Lan Zhan, have you noticed anything different?”

Hong Wangji said, "Yunshen I don't know that today is no different except that it is a little more lively than usual."

Wei WuXian said, “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Hong Wangji asked, "What is that?"

Wei WuXian rolled his eyes, curled his lips and smiled: "How old are you?"

Hong Wangji said, "Thirty-six."

Hearing this, Wei WuXian's smile got even bigger. He asked, "Guess how old I am?"

Hong Wangji blurted out, "Twenty-three..." He fell silent at this point, because he remembered that they met when they were fifteen years old, so why was he already thirty-six and Wei Ying only twenty-three years old?

This doesn't make sense in any way.

Wei WuXian said: “You have noticed this too, right?”

"I just thought of Lan Zhan saying he was fifteen, and that's when I noticed the age issue. People from the same period have such a big age difference. If we can find out what happened in these thirteen years, we should be able to break this illusion."

The appearance of a cultivator is permanent, and if Lan Wangji hadn't reminded him, he would never have noticed this problem.

really.

Just as Wei Wuxian realized this, the scene around him changed instantly.

At this moment, the two of them had changed their clothes and came to the back mountain of the Cloud Recesses. On the ground, a group of rabbits were surrounding a young man.

The two looked at each other and walked towards the young man.

When the young man saw the two of them approaching, he quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "Han Guangjun, Senior Wei."

Wei WuXian asked, “SiZhui, why are you here?”

Lan Sizhui said, “I come here every day to help Han Guang-jun feed the rabbits.”

Wei WuXian nodded and looked at Hong WangJi and asked, "Do you think there is anything wrong with him?"

Hong Wangji shook his head.

Wei WuXian asked, “How old is SiZhui this year?”

Lan Sizhui said, “Seventeen.”

The two of them had a normal conversation for a few sentences. There was really no problem. Wei Wuxian pulled Hong Wangji down the mountain. Suddenly, he touched the hard object on his waist. Wei Wuxian touched it and asked, "What is this?"

Hong Wangji took something out and handed it to him—it was a candy.

Wei WuXian looked at the candy in his hand, and suddenly thought of the wedding scene. The child that Wen Qing held in the arms that morning, his name was ‘Wen Yuan’!!!

Wei Wuxian turned around abruptly and called out “A Yuan”. The young man also looked up at him, and then the scene around him changed again.