When did the brother collapse [Transmigration Book]

You won't be forced to jump off a cliff.

Obviously, as long as he temporarily suppresses his personal likes and dislikes, he can immediately catch Ghost Xiu and find out the truth.

Infinite regret welled up in his heart, Xie Feng laughed at himself, laughed, and burst into tears.

Chen Zhishuo just glanced at him, then ignored him, and said to Zhang Bufan in a desperate manner: "Senior brother Zhang, you should be a witness, go back and explain the situation to my master."

Zhang Bufan wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything, he just patted him on the shoulder and followed him home.

After hearing the truth, Tang Wuji and Sixian only felt that good luck tricked others, and Sixian thought that it was his own words that caused Lu Li to be wronged, separated from Chen Zhishuo, and felt extremely guilty.

Chen Zhisuo had a lot of ups and downs throughout the day, his heart was ashamed, and he could no longer spare any energy to deal with the remaining things: "Master, Senior Brother Zhang, I will leave the rest to you."

Tang Wuji knew that he needed to be alone to release his mood, so he asked Siqi: "Send Zhishuo back, and you stay at the door."

Si Qi nodded vigorously and left with Chen Zhisuo.

Returning to the unoccupied Tayun Peak, Chen Zhisuo couldn't hold on any longer, dragged his tired body, paced to the corner, sat down with his knees bent along the wall, put his hands around his knees, and rested his forehead on it.

"A Li..."

The suppressed emotions were finally released at this moment, and Chen Zhisuo burst into tears.

Si Qi stood guard at the door, listening to the crying from inside the house, his eyes were also wet.

Outside the courtyard, Sixian poked his head out, was spotted by Siqi, stared at him, then retracted.

He struggled for a long time and probed several times before making up his mind to walk in.

Si Qi still wanted to vent his anger, and didn't want to see him, so he deliberately turned around and raised his head.

Sixian had no choice but to go up the steps and whispered, "I'm looking for Senior Brother Chen."

Si Qi still ignored it.

"I have something very important about Master." Sixian begged, "You can be angry with me, but you must let Senior Brother Chen know about it."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore." Si Qi complained, but still knocked on the door and shouted, "Brother Chen, Si Xian said something important, about Master."

Tired of crying, Chen Zhisuo raised his head suddenly, vaguely feeling that something important was about to happen, wiped away his tears, and opened the door.

Seeing his red eyes swollen into walnuts, Si Qi was shocked: "Brother, you, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Chen Zhishuo replied hoarsely, and then asked Sixian, "What's the matter?"

Sixian saw that he didn't intend to invite himself in, so he had to stand at the door: "Master has been in retreat these days, and I have overheard him muttering 'how is the way of heaven'. The day before the accident, he asked me whether I chose to follow the predestined Destiny survives, or I would rather fight to the death."

After Chen Zhishuo heard it, his temples jumped: "Where are Dad's latest notes?"

Sixian thought for a while: "It should still be in the secret room."

"take me."

Si Qi came back with a sweat towel that had been scalded with hot water, only to see the backs of Chen Zhishuo and Sixian, he hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief and chased after him: "Senior Brother Chen, where are you going?"

In the secret room, Chen Zhishuo flipped through his notes, his eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The first few pages of the notes are all blank, and then sporadic words appear.With the continuous turning back, the text on it gradually increased, but they were just a few words, not even a sentence that could not be completed.

Chen Zhishuo made a mental count, and found that the most repeated word was the word "Tiandao", followed by the words "destined", "irreversible", and Lu Li's name also appeared in the notes.

He was startled when he saw it: Could it be that the old man already knew the truth of Tiandao?

Immediately, new doubts arose——

This is the last note used by Chen Qubing before his death. Could it be related to the inside story of his retreat?

So, will there be an answer in the notes?

He was refreshed, and the speed of turning the pages in his hands slowed down, for fear of missing important information.

Until he turned to the latest few pages and found that the word "destined" had been crossed out.

It's not doomed!

Chen Zhishuo was so excited that he almost cried out, and recalled that Sixian was asked if he was willing to fight against the established destiny, so he immediately guessed that Chen Qubing must have found a way to resist the law of heaven.

And this also explained why Tiandao wanted to kill Chen Qubing himself.

His own existence is about to be threatened. In order to continue to control the plot direction of the world in the book, Tiandao, like anti-virus software, will remove the "virus" that completely affects the plot, that is, Chen Qubing.

At the same time, he imitated Lu Li's sword spirit, planted blame, killed two birds with one stone, extremely vicious.

What will be the method?

Chen Zhishuo was so excited, he continued to look back, only to find that the word "destined" that was crossed out was followed by a long string of blanks.

The heart that wished to challenge Tiandao immediately was immediately poured with cold water, and he continued to turn back without giving up, until he finished flipping through the entire notebook, but he did not find a way to fight against Tiandao.

Chen Zhishuo clenched his fist with his right hand, put it to his mouth, bit the flesh of his index finger, and used the pain to remind himself to stay calm.

He remembered that the original owner had said that any text that tried to write the truth would be erased, and the blanks on the notes should be the reason.

Then why are there still texts left?

Is it as far away as modern web crawling keywords?

Words such as "the way of heaven", "destined", and "irreversible" are allowed for the plot modification system, so they will not be erased.The rest are all its masking words, making those words impossible to maintain on the notes.

From the blank at the beginning to the sporadic words later, it was the result of Chen Qubing trying to block words over and over again.

Chen Qubing will definitely find a way to leave clues after he finally came up with a method.

Where will it be hidden?

Chen Zhishuo thought hard, brought Chen Qubing's perspective, and paced back and forth in the secret room.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and ran to the place where Chen Qubing had collapsed, imitating his last posture and lying on the ground.

Si Qi and Sixian were watching, the former turned pale and murmured: "It's not good, Senior Brother Chen is bewitched."

The two boys were so frightened that they quickly stretched out their hands, trying to pull Chen Zhisuo up, but they couldn't match the latter's strength.

"I found it!" Chen Zhishuo finally found the answer left by Chen Qubing on the inconspicuous floor tiles at the corner of the table——

Demon.

Use the demon to fight against the way of heaven, if you are not careful, the whole world will be burned.

This is indeed an extremely dangerous method of despair.

How should he choose?

Seven days later, Chen Qubing was buried.

Three days later, Chen Zhishuo bid farewell to his master Tang Wuji and left the Yuxu Gate.

The author says:

Recently, work has started to get busy again. Try to ensure daily updates, but it may not be updated at 9 o'clock. I hope everyone will forgive me

66. Reunion ([-])

◎Seven years later◎

Seven years later.

Snapped!

The gavel gave a heavy slap, and the storyteller in the lobby continued to talk about the last time.

"At three o'clock, a cloud and mist floated from the sky, covering the bright moon. The watchman saw a figure appearing at the intersection of the street from a distance, motionless. Everyone thought, who would appear on the street during the curfew? Not the night watchman The official is a gangster who does ulterior motives. The watchman can't afford to provoke these two kinds of people. Therefore, he turned his direction and wanted to stay away from that figure."

"How do you know, the watchman only took a few steps when he felt the wind blowing behind his head, and then, a hand was put on his shoulder."

The storyteller stopped talking, with a frightened expression on his face, and looked around the audience from left to back.After the audience held their breath and looked at him nervously, he continued: "The watchman didn't dare to look back, so he could only bite the bullet and go forward, knowing that he couldn't move half a step. What's worse, the Yinfeng climbed onto his body On the top of the head, blow on his scalp three times in a row!"

The audience in the audience gasped.

Complacent, the storyteller continued to speak nervously: "The watchman suddenly felt cold and realized that he had encountered a monster. The elders of the family once said that there are three lamps on a person's body, one on each shoulder, and one on top of the head. It blew out the sun fire on his head, and he had to be careful to protect what was left on his shoulders. So he stretched out his hands to cover his shoulders, but unexpectedly touched something cold and soft, which frightened him to hold the lantern in his hand. Throw it all away!"

"Think about it, everyone, what kind of monster did this watchman encounter?" The storyteller asked a question, reached out for a teacup, and took a few sips.

"Fox spirit!"

"Pipa Demon!"

"It's cold and soft, isn't it a snake?"

"Since it's a human, how can it be a snake?"

"The snake turns into a person, or a killer, who specializes in raising snakes to kill people."

The audience in the audience speculated one after another, and reported several regulars in the storybook.

The storyteller just shook his head: "No, no."

Some people were dissatisfied with his mystification and got up angrily, and the vacant seats were occupied by several young monks in extraordinary clothes, looking at the storyteller with great interest.

The storyteller saw that monks who were rare in the world in recent years had come to listen to his storytelling, and felt elated. He drank some tea to moisten his throat, and continued to talk.

"Just when the watchman was flustered, the other party leaned into his ear and called him 'brother'. That voice was the most charming that the watchman had ever heard in his life, crisp and numb." The storyteller said while watching everyone He continued, "Bewitched by the voice, the watchman turned his head boldly, and saw clearly what was on his shoulder by the light of the lantern and candle that had fallen on the ground."

"It was a woman's hand, weak and boneless, as tender as a catkin. Seeing the watchman turn his head, the woman took him along and walked towards the direction he came from." The voice of the storyteller became softer and softer, "Both Just walk and walk all the way, completely disappearing into the night."

"Cut!" Some people were dissatisfied with the anticlimactic ending and booed from the audience, "What kind of bullshit story is this, and you have the nerve to use it to fool us."

More people asked the follow-up: "Where did the watchman go? Is that woman a human or a demon?"

"Women should be monsters. They walked on the street during the curfew and took the watchman away. I'm afraid they abducted them back and sucked them.