The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Even though the only ones staring at them were hundreds of mortals on the street, hundreds of mortals were unarmed and without a trace of cultivation, but such a scene was still creepy.

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but raised, and the two little animals even exploded.

The peddler's expression became more and more gloomy, and the blackness on his face seemed to have substance.

"Boss! How do you sell this fish!" Someone next to him yelled abruptly.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a young man standing next to the wooden basin, pointing at a fish in the basin.

However, the peddler didn't look at him, and just stared fiercely at Zhuang You and his party.

"I'm asking you! How do you do business? Are you selling it or not!" Seeing that the peddler ignored him, the man raised his voice and cursed.

After being scolded, the peddler still had a dull expression on his face, but his stiff and dry eyeballs turned towards the man one by one, and broken sentences came out of his throat: "Sell... fish..."

The man stared at him with raised eyebrows, and said in a rough voice, "Yes! Will the fish be sold or not? If not, I'll go to another place!"

"Selling... selling fish." The peddler Mumu repeated, paused, and a look of light suddenly appeared in his pitch-black eyes.

"—Sell! I'll sell this fish!"

This sentence is like a spell to break through obstacles.

In an instant, hundreds of heads that were originally turned towards them turned back at the same time.

The street suddenly came to life.

The passers-by seemed to have lost their memory of the minute just now at the same time, and walked around as if nothing had happened, continuing what they were doing before.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Xue Yu's nerves were still tense, the clothes on his back were soaked in sweat, and the others were also a little dazed.

The young man took the fish from the peddler, turned around and gave them a cryptic wink.

Everyone settled down and followed the man tacitly to a secluded alley nearby.

Xue Yu clenched his fist at the nondescript person: "Thank you, the strong man, for saving me!"

"It's all right!" The man waved his hand quickly.

It was only then that Xue Yu realized that although the man was wearing a frayed robe and looked gray, his face was actually very young, probably only in his early twenties, and his appearance was very simple and honest. His two eyebrows were thick and thick. It sounds a little silly.

"You are new here, so be careful when talking to people here in the future, you can ask other questions, but you can't ask them the time!" He wrinkled his two thick black eyebrows together, and said seriously, "Someone asked me before, and I was torn to pieces on the spot!"

Xue Yu nodded with a pale face. Thinking of the horrific scene just now, he had no doubts about the authenticity of the man's words.

Zhuang You said: "Your Excellency said that we are new here. Could it be that we have been here for a long time?"

"Hey." The man nodded embarrassingly, "It may have been three or five years, the time here is too chaotic, and life is muddled."

"What kind of chaos is it?" Zhuang You paused for a moment, then smiled kindly, "I just came in yesterday, and I haven't figured out all the things here, I wonder if you can tell me something?"

The man didn't hide it, he said it very straightforwardly.

This man's name is Yang Junlang, he is a peddler who sells goods between towns. Unlike Xue Yu and the others who took the initiative to die, he simply entered this place by mistake.

At first, Yang Junlang didn't know that this place was an illusion created by Da Neng, and he even lingered in the village for a while to sell some goods. It wasn't until he found out that he couldn't get out of the fog at the border of the secret realm that something was wrong.

And he also gradually discovered that the flow of time here is very strange, it is obviously still in the afternoon, but suddenly it jumps to dusk, and every time the time jumps suddenly, his age will also change accordingly.

This kind of time changes irregularly, sometimes it can jump several times in an hour, and sometimes it goes smoothly for more than a month without jumping.

What's even more frightening is that Yang Junlang discovered that such a time jump does not follow the jump from the beginning of the month to the end of the month, and even suddenly jumps from today to last month.

The local residents are unaware of this time jump, and they will not retain any previous memories when they go back in time.

"You can't find a calendar in this place, but everyone calculates that the age mainly jumps back and forth within seventeen or eighteen years."

Xue Yu: "Everyone?"

Zhuang You: "Seventeen or eighteen years?"

Yang Junlang nodded embarrassingly again, and said bluntly: "In recent years, people have come in one after another, and everyone can't get out. Occasionally, they will get together to discuss countermeasures."

"Many of them are immortals who know magic, they are very powerful. Most of what I told you just now were discovered by the immortals." Yang Junlang continued, "They also said, what should this place be called...'Secret Realm 'Yes, someone must be manipulating it, as long as we find out who is manipulating it, we can get out."

Xue Yu asked curiously, "Then did you find it?"

"Well... I don't know who it is." Yang Junlang blushed, and a shy expression appeared on his young face, "I'm not as powerful as the immortals. They discuss things and don't deliberately Talk to a little guy like me."

"But I occasionally heard the immortals say that this place was built around the Phoenix Collection, so it must be someone from the Phoenix Tower."

Hey, Xue Yu was surprised, as expected, the wisdom of the masses is infinite.

Although this place cannot display the exact time, the time change in the secret territory can also be inferred based on the growth of the local people, or the changes in the vegetation, mountains and rivers.

Even if there is no bug weapon like Zhongming Zhenyan, everyone can deduce logically that they need to check Phoenix TV.

And this group of people trapped in the illusion has no conflict of interest, and it is not surprising that they exchange information and cooperate with each other.

But Xue Yu and the others who later entered the illusion for the sake of passing on the inheritance will definitely not be like this.

Zhuang You said: "Brother Yang, can you tell us about the Phoenix Terrace?"

Yang Junlang said that he didn't know much about Fenghuangtai, he only knew that Fenghuangtai governed and protected the villages and towns within the illusion, and the villagers had to pay taxes to Fenghuangtai.

The Fenghuang Terrace is in charge of the Feng family, and the Feng family's descendants are not prosperous, and the side branches of the main family live in the palace complex in the mountain.

Speaking of this, Yang Junlang doesn't know anything anymore.

Zhuang You thanked you, and asked again: "Since Brother Yang has been staying in Phoenix Collection, did you see a white light falling to the ground yesterday?"

"I see." Yang Junlang nodded simply.

Xue Yu didn't expect the clue to come so quickly, he was overjoyed and said, "Where is it?!"

Yang Junlang: "It should have fallen into the mountains."

Before everyone had time to rejoice, Yang Junlang said again: "No wonder I feel that there are many strange faces in the town recently. It turns out that you all came in with that white light."

He said: "But it's too early for you to go now."

Xue Yu's head was full of question marks: "Morning?"

Shouldn't it be said that they were late and the things had already been taken by others?

"That's right." Yang Junlang said innocently, "Dead things are different from living things. They only fell here in the last ten days—oh, in order to distinguish the time, everyone divided the jumping seventeen or eighteen years into the first ten days. , middle, and late. Those who stay here for a long time can tell roughly what time period they jumped to. Yesterday was the very end of the late, and today it is back to the early.”

To put it simply, the time in the illusion has returned to nearly 20 years ago.

Xue Yu was silent for a moment, faintly having a bad premonition.

"So you want to find that thing, and wait for it to fall in after seventeen or eighteen years!"

Everyone: "..."

... How is it a four-dimensional copy!Dade is missing!

Several people said the same thing, Yang Junlang took out a shoulder pole carrying goods from the corner of the alley.

It turned out that he was passing by with goods just now, and saw that Xue Yu and the others were in trouble, so he hurriedly put down the goods and went to help.

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Yang Junlang put the pole on his shoulder, and smiled honestly: "No matter how chaotic the time here, we still need to eat."

After all, he bid farewell to everyone.

Just two steps away, Yang Junlang suddenly turned his head and looked straight at them, his simple and honest face became strange and gloomy: "Remember, don't disturb the dead!"

At this moment, Yang Junlang's expression was eerily similar to the hundreds of passers-by who had just looked at them.

Xue Yu's scalp exploded again, and when he looked again, he found that the gloomy coldness seemed to be nothing more than a mirror image. Yang Junlang still had a silly smile on his face, waved to them, and walked away with a pole.

For a while, no one spoke.

Xue Yu opened his mouth, and said cautiously: "I didn't misread just now, did I?"

"He is different from us." Chong Shan Junling said, "But he is also different from those mountain people."

"It seems to be between us and those people."

Everyone's face is not very good-looking.

People who fall into the realm of death will gradually move closer to people in the realm of illusion, in short, they will be assimilated.

What is the opportunity for assimilation?What are the consequences of assimilation?

Everyone doesn't really want to think about it.

The dead cannot be disturbed.

Just can't let the local people in this illusion realize that they are dead.

So what about Yang Junlang?

Is he dead too?

"Sure enough, Feng Jiamu should be arrested and tortured to extract a confession..." Xue Yu sighed.

"Let's go." Zhuang You remained calm, "Follow Feng Jiamu first."

Along the way, the two eyeballs of the mountains and mountains looked around, telling them that besides the local residents and those who are similar to Yang Junlang, there are also sporadic normal people like them who have been disturbed by illusions, old and young, and there must be some for them. people who inherited.

Their team has chickens and leopards with strange configurations, which inevitably attracts attention, but with Jin Danqi in charge, it seems obviously not easy to mess with, but they have lived in peace all the way.

The two children were playing while walking, not walking fast. When they found them, they happened to walk into a bookstore.

Everyone waited outside for a long time, but seeing that they hadn't come out, they followed them in.

The space inside this bookstore is quite large, with several large rows of shelves, on which are neatly placed books for people to read.

Baobao's target was too big and had to be left outside the shop, and the three of them covered a chicken and entered the shop.

Bookstores are different from modern libraries, and you need to pay for reading in the bookstore.

They didn't have copper plates, but fortunately, broken silver is common. After paying the money, the three of them entered the bookstore and walked around the rows of bookshelves, but they didn't find the two boys in red.

When he was wondering, Xue Yu discovered that there was a second floor in this bookstore, which was specially prepared for distinguished guests, and the two sons of the Feng family definitely went to the second floor.

In short, he was a distinguished guest, but Xue Yu and the others couldn't make it.

Xue Yu: ...Mom, the money was wasted.

He was clutching his wallet in pain when Zhuang You suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Xue Yu turned his head and saw that Zhuang You was holding a set of hardcover ancient books. He dug it out from some corner, and the dust had fallen to a layer, and even the title on the cover could not be seen clearly.

"Chongshan said that this book is weird."

"Strange?" Xue Yu didn't notice it after looking at it for a long time.

He looked at Cen Shu, and saw a serious expression on his master's handsome face, and he nodded slightly.

Well, the main reason is that he is relatively slow.

Xue Yu thought dully, put his finger on the cover of the ancient book, and subconsciously lost some spiritual power to get in.

Suddenly, the two people holding the book felt a huge suction coming from their hands at the same time!

Before Xue Yu could react, he felt that the other wrist was being grasped instantly, but he couldn't resist the suction, and fell forward together!

Only in the next moment, Xue Yu blinked, and found that he was no longer in the bookstore with cramped bookshelves, but came to the sunny outdoor.

Zhuang You stood opposite him with the mountains in his arms, the two of them raised their arms and stared at each other, Xue Yu still had a Cen Shu on his other wrist.

They didn't land and collectively changed places—oh, they also lost a leopard.

Leopard?

Xue Yu was shocked, but found that the connection between his human form and Snow Leopard had not been severed.

In other words, the distance between his two numbers is still within the controllable range, and they have not transmitted far.

Everyone looked to the side, surprised to find that they seemed to be in a spacious courtyard, surrounded by green hills outside the courtyard, red walls and gold tiles in the courtyard, and flying phoenixes on the eaves, the style was very familiar.

"Why did you come to Phoenix Terrace!" Xue Yu was shocked.

Cen Shu was still holding his wrist. Hearing this, he squeezed him lightly, and said calmly, "It's not true."

The mountains and mountains on the side also spoke almost at the same time: "We are in the book just now!"

Xue Yujiazi Xumi's mind had already been opened, but Cen Shu said again: "It's an image attached to it."

Xue Yu: "..."

He was just about to ask why the books in the bookstore had images of Phoenix Terrace, but when he turned around, he saw Cen Shu's expression was very bad.

His master was no longer bothered by his hostility, and his little face was always rosy.

The light in the bookstore was a little dark just now, but when he turned to the sunlight, he found that Cen Shu's cheeks seemed to have returned to that sickly paleness.

Maybe it was because he was too young, and he didn't look like a dead pig 800 years later, not afraid of boiling water. Cen Shu frowned slightly, as if he felt uncomfortable somewhere.

Xue Yu reached out and wiped the man's temples, his fingertips were wet with sweat.

He asked nervously, "What's the matter, Master? Is it the hostility coming out again?"

Cen Shu paused for a while, then shook his head slightly.

Just as Xue Yu was about to ask again, he saw two figures coming out of the room.

Both of them were dressed in red, and the leader was Feng Jiamu, who looked younger than when he was in the alchemy ceremony, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, still childish.

The one following behind was not the eldest son, but a strange boy.

Xue Yu and the others were standing in the middle of the courtyard, but they seemed to have not seen them, and they were talking to themselves.

Feng Jiamu asked: "Next month is my brother's birthday, have you prepared the congratulatory gift that I asked you to prepare?"

The boy in the back looked a bit older than Feng Jiamu, and he didn't look like a servant in his clothes, but Feng Jiamu was not polite when talking to others, and the man also had a faint intention of flattering Feng Jiamu.

"Master Jiamu told me to prepare, so how dare I not prepare." The young man deliberately complimented, but then said with a hint of disdain, "Feng Lingshu is just an adopted son, so why—"

Feng Jiamu's expression changed suddenly, and he raised his hand unceremoniously to slap the man across the face.

I don't know how hard he used, but there was a crisp "pa", and there was a clear red slap mark on the boy's face.

He covered his cheeks in astonishment, only to hear Feng Jiamu's gloomy face, and said coldly: "I'll call him brother, he is my brother, the eldest son of Phoenix Terrace. What are you, dare to look down on him?"

The young man who was beaten stared and squirmed his lips a few times, his face turned pale and he said: "No, I dare not."

Feng Jiamu snorted coldly, left him and left.

The boy stood there for a while, his expression changed a few times, and then he hid all his anger and followed him with his usual expression.

Only Xue Yu and three were left standing in the courtyard, and everyone had strange expressions on their faces.

The eldest son of Fenghuangtai turned out to be an adopted son, rounded up, this is also the secret of a wealthy family, right?

Zhuang You pondered: "Generally, the elder son is always adopted by the family. Since the eldest son is adopted in this Fenghuang Terrace, the second son is the real son..."

"Maybe it wasn't born at first." Xue Yu said casually.

Zhuang You: "..."

Xue Yu was baffled by him, and wondered: "Is it strange? This kind of family has the throne to inherit, how important are the heirs."

There are too many Gongdou dramas that have been shown on TV.

While speaking, the surrounding scenery changed again. This time, several people came to a palace. The decoration in the palace is quite luxurious. The decoration is mainly gold and red, and most of them are in the shape of phoenix.

Inside the hall was a three-sided long table in the shape of "冂", and behind the table sat a dozen boys and girls, including the boy who was slapped by Feng Jiamu before.

They are all wearing red clothes, and their faces are also slightly similar. At first glance, they are the side branch of the Phoenix Terrace.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old Feng Jiamu sat at the top with the eldest son Feng Lingshu. The two of them sat at the same table, looking very close.

Beside the quiet sound of silk and bamboo, several beautiful ladies in the pool dance lightly, creating a leisurely and leisurely atmosphere.

Feng Jiamu seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and there were two unnatural blushes on his cheeks.

He could no longer find the arrogant and domineering expression when he slapped someone before. Instead, his expression was soft, with a bit of childish attachment and satisfaction. He leaned into Feng Lingshu's arms, his arms tightly wrapped around him like he was holding some kind of treasure. hugged his brother's waist.

Feng Ling straightened Feng Jiamu's crooked neckline, and sighed helplessly: "It's just an ordinary birthday, why do you need to be so extravagant? The two of us can celebrate as we please."

"It's not what I want to do." Feng Jiamu said a little aggrieved, "It's my cousin and they also want to celebrate your birthday."

He paused, as if he suddenly thought of something, jumped up from Feng Lingshu's arms, and said excitedly: "They even prepared a congratulatory gift for you!"

After all, Feng Jiamu ignored Feng Lingshu's obstruction, and asked the boys and girls next to bring up the congratulatory gifts.

If it hadn't been for Xue Yu and the others who had just seen the slap boy's disdain for Feng Lingshu, they would have thought that he respected Feng Lingshu very much just seeing his sincerity in giving congratulatory gifts and congratulatory speeches. of.

It is not fashionable for the young masters and ladies of the Phoenix Terrace to package gifts, and Xue Yu could tell at a glance that the things he gave seemed familiar.

He glanced at Zhuang You, who nodded secretly.

That's right, what this person gave Feng Lingshu was the set of dusty books they found in the bookstore just now.

Although the boy was forced by Feng Jiamu to buy a congratulatory gift, he chose it extremely perfunctorily, and just got rid of a set of books in the corner.

The others, like this young man, held gifts and wished Feng Lingshu a happy birthday with a happy face and sweet words.

But how much of it is true and what is false, I am afraid that only they themselves know.

The banquet part was not long, and the surrounding scenery changed again, and it was already night.

The spacious hall was brightly lit, and there were many people standing, most of them were unknown to Xue Yu, but the two sons of the Feng family and the dignified middle-aged man at the ceremony were all there.

Their faces were as sinking as water, looking at dozens of corpses covered in white cloth on the ground in the center.

The atmosphere in the hall was very oppressive, and there was a strong smell of burning something in the air.

Several corpses were uncovered and burned badly. Xue Yu recognized that one of them was the young man who was slapped by Feng Jiamu. At this time, his corpse was lying on the ground with eyes wide open, dead beyond death.

"No...impossible." Feng Jiamu's voice suddenly sounded in the hall where no one spoke.

He no longer had the cute and naive attitude of the young master before, staring at the corpse on the ground, only disbelief and horror remained on his face.

Feng Lingshu frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch Feng Jiamu's shoulder. His whole body was trembling, as if he was holding back something: "Jiamu..."

Feng Jiamu jerked like a fish deprived of oxygen, dodging Feng Lingshu's hand.

"No, no..." He rolled his eyes quickly in his sockets, picked his fingers, and murmured nervously, "There must be something wrong, something wrong—"

"I made a mistake—"

"wrong……"

The surrounding scenes dissipated like clouds and mist, and everyone returned to the small bookstore.

Everything in the video seems to be vivid, and Feng Jiamu's murmur of grief still seems to echo in his ears, which is unbearable to hear.

"...This should be Feng Jiamu's memory." Zhuang You said, "It was hidden here by him."

However, Xue Yu suddenly came back to his senses as if the movie was over.

He suddenly turned around to look at Cen Shu, only to see that the fine sweat on the latter's temples had condensed into beads of sweat, flowing down his cheeks.

Xue Yu wiped Cen Shu's sweat, and asked like a cannonball: "Is it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Cen Shu's crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled, and then he slowly raised his eyes to look at him, and pressed his palm a little below the midline of his ribs.

"Stomach pain?" Xue Yu was puzzled, "How can there be a sudden stomach pain? It's because of bad food—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and a suspicious expression gradually appeared on his face: "...Master, you can't be...hungry, right?"

Cen Shu froze for a moment, and seemed a little unresponsive.

Almost in the next second, as if to prove Xue Yu's statement, Cen Shu's palm made a very clear "gurgling".

Cen Shu: "..."

Xue Yu: "..."

Xue Yu: "Pfft."

The author has something to say: don't get too deep into why they are all dead things. Once the inheritance comes in, you have to follow the time, and the things they wear don't need it.

After all, this is a serious article, everyone still needs to wear a pair of pants [x