Found another book-wearer today

"Where did you get the little puppet?" The owner of the hand said to himself, then raised his voice and asked, "Ah Wan, did you make this?"

Zhong Weiwan: "..."

Zhong Weiwan watched another face that belonged to him come out of the darkness, stood beside Ouyang Haoyuan, looked at it for a few times and then shook his head: "No."

Ouyang Haoyuan: "I just saw it moving."

Zhong Weiwan thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's man-made manipulation, or maybe it's possessed by spirits."

"...It doesn't sound like a good thing." Ouyang Haoyuan tossed and caught the puppet, as if weighing its weight, and then threw it into the sky, "Let's go!"

The spirit puppet drew a long arc in the air, spinning and flying farther and farther, until Zhong Weiwan controlled the momentum.

He turned over lightly, took advantage of the breeze and landed on the treetops, using the night to cover himself.

The two did not enter the First Elder's cave—in fact, there was no cave at all here, and the surroundings were wild fields overgrown with weeds—but started to walk down the mountain.

They walked side by side, a lantern leading the way ahead, evoking Zhong Weiwan's long-lost memories.

It appears to be some kind of memory-mapping illusion.

Zhong Weiwan's expression was solemn, and he wanted to withdraw his spiritual consciousness, but found that he couldn't do it at all, because some invisible force trapped him in the body of this puppet.

... When exactly did it appear?

He quickly recalled the whole process just now, and he didn't notice any abnormal aura.

This is very unusual.

The new body allows him to have a very keen perception, not to mention that this is the scope of his own practice, which can affect him unconsciously. Could it be that the other party is a powerful monk who has reached the realm of the talisman?

While he was pondering and analyzing, the two people on the mountain road gradually drifted away, and the light of the lantern was weak, as if they would soon merge into the night.

Zhong Weiwan thought for a moment, but still followed.

There is no one else in this illusion, and it is the same forest scene as far as the eye can see. If you want to trace the source and find a way to solve it, I'm afraid you have to start with the only two characters that can move.

When the distance got closer, Zhong Weiwan could faintly hear their conversation.

"Ah Wan, you must be careful when you go to the Ghost River Secret Realm."

"Liu Feng will be with me."

"That guy is not hot enough. Don't hold back at the critical moment. You are praying to God and worshiping Buddha. If the old man didn't insist on me participating in the sword meeting, I would still want to go with you."

"After all, you are the chief of Wanjian Mountain."

"What about the chief? I don't care about it. It's much more interesting to walk around the world with you, just like when we first met."

Zhong Weiwan was slightly taken aback, even though a long time had passed, he still had a vague impression of this conversation.

The main reason is that the ghost river secret realm experienced dangers in the follow-up, which coincided with the once-in-a-thousand-year outbreak of evil spirits. Fortunately, Ouyang Haoyuan received his message, and the leader of the Abandoned Sword Society rushed to come in time to help them escape from the night walk of the ghosts. Just recovered his life.

Zhong Weiwan even remembered that they met Mo Chengshu after they went down the mountain.The third elder seemed to have something bothering him back then. He was drinking alone in the small town at the foot of the mountain. When he heard that he was going to the secret place of Ghost River, he gave him a magic weapon.

Sure enough, the two went to the town.

Most of the houses on both sides of the road are closed, but at the end of the line of sight is an inn and restaurant that is not closed. The red lanterns emit soft light under the eaves, reflecting the half-light and half-darkness of the carved railings, which seems real.

Almost no one moved around in the inn, and it was empty. When I got closer, I could find three or two figures in the corner, talking in a low voice.

But not sitting alone.

Zhong Weiwan was slightly taken aback, a little surprised.

Did he remember it wrong?

Or is it that this illusion is not simply a projected memory, but has been processed and transformed in order to confuse him, or has other evil plans?

Zhong Weiwan controlled the puppet to jump between the eaves, and soon landed in front of the two, and confirmed again that Mo Chengshu was not in the inn.

When he looked back, he was taken aback again.

The man walking with "myself" was supposed to be Ouyang Haoyuan, but at this moment he suddenly became unable to see his face clearly, and his face was covered with a layer of dark mist, which brought an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The man's voice also seemed to be covered in gauze, it sounded very unreal, not the familiar voice in memory.

He watched "myself" and the man walk into the inn, order a few small dishes and a jug of wine, and sit at opposite ends of the table.

The atmosphere between the two of them was quite pleasant at the beginning, more harmonious than friends who have known each other for many years, but it gradually became a little weird, and later became more and more deadlocked, and even a trace of coldness could be smelled from it.

"They are all innocent." Zhong Weiwan heard "myself" say this, "You kill people so wantonly, don't you worry that when you ascend in the future, you will attract nine days of thunder and calamity, and you will die?"

Man: "They all deserve to die."

"...What do you mean by that?"

"They are all lying to you. The Southern Wasteland is full of ghosts and monsters. How can it compare to this place? They just want you to be a free coolie. If you have bad intentions, you should die."

"...I said I wouldn't go."

"But your ears are soft, and those people are good at smooth talk, maybe they will deceive you someday." The man paused, and his tone softened, "Xiaowan, I'm doing it for your own good, I'm the only one in this world It's really for you."

"I don't think so." "Zhong Weiwan" said indifferently, "You are only doing it for your own good."

"Little night..."

"You don't want me to leave, so you want to cut off my relationship with others. In the end, it's just for your own selfish desires. Have you ever considered my thoughts?"

His tone became more severe, his eyes were like swords, and he rarely showed his emotions, "If I don't want to stay here in the future, how will you treat me?"

"..."

"Are you going to kill me too?"

The man blurted out: "Of course not!"

He seemed very nervous, and spoke quickly: "How could I hurt you? Xiaowan, you clearly know in your heart that even if I hurt myself, I wouldn't hurt you. The previous thing was because I didn't do it right, and I will definitely do it." Changed, I will try my best to hold back in the future... Can you not leave?"

"Zhong Weiwan" didn't answer, took a drink from his glass, and then said in a muffled voice, "I didn't say I was leaving."

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

Even through the thick mist covering his face, Zhong Weiwan could feel the joy emanating from him.

His heart trembled suddenly, for some reason, he actually felt that this person was somewhat pitiful.

The air suddenly quieted down.

The waiter yawned and passed by, delivering drinks to the guests at the other tables, and seemed not to have noticed the slight quarrel that took place on their side.

After a while, "Zhong Weiwan" broke the silence: "I don't want to impose my will on you, everyone has their own way, I'm just... just worried that you will kill too much."

"People who have killed too many evils will often face greater difficulties during the Thunder Tribulation. We will always have a day to part. If you fail to ascend to the upper realm because of this, this parting will become a farewell."

man:"……"

Man: "You must ascend?"

"Zhong Weiwan" didn't seem to understand why he asked this question: "Ascension is the ultimate goal of practice, and practitioners who change their fate against the sky should not stick to one world."

Man: "Then can you stay with me?"

His tone was calm, as if he was just asking casually, but when he listened carefully, he could distinguish an extremely slight trill.

"Zhong Weiwan" was speechless, he didn't know how to answer for a while, and said after a while: "We can fly together."

The man picked up the wine cup and took two sips.

At this moment, the thick fog dissipated a little, revealing a pair of slender eyes with beautiful curves, the pupils like ink were bottomless, filled with chilling obsession and inevitable ruthlessness.

"Okay." He said slowly, "We have an appointment, and we will ascend together."

"Zhong Weiwan" didn't seem to notice the change in his expression, and smiled when he heard this.

The two toasted again, and quickly returned to the chat atmosphere at the beginning, as if the previous quarrel had never happened, and there was no barrier between them.

And the spirit puppet controlled by the divine sense can see all of this not far away.

Zhong Weiwan was a little dazed.

Those eyes gave him a sense of deja vu, but he couldn't remember when and where he saw them.

The passage of time in the illusion is irregular, almost in the blink of an eye, the sun rises from the east, dispelling the deep night covering the earth.

Zhong Weiwan came back to his senses, followed the two of them out of the inn, and walked towards the mountain.

Looking around, the scenery farther away is like a continuous ink painting, sketched with simple strokes, lifelike, but after all, I know it is not real.

However, the place these two people passed by was as small as the grass and trees, the sand, gravel, and gravel, all of which were brightly colored and extremely realistic, as if they really existed here.

Zhong Weiwan spread his spiritual consciousness along the ground under his feet, but he didn't find the slightest special trajectory of the spiritual energy flowing, and some of it was just a whole.

He was very puzzled, looked at the two people walking in front, and with an attitude of giving it a try, he cast an extremely small trace of spiritual consciousness on them.

Neither of them noticed.

And the results conveyed by perception are no different from plants and trees.

In other words, everything here, whether it is the people walking or the surrounding environment, is essentially the same thing, but it is not constructed from the lines of the array, but more like something naturally formed...

Zhong Weiwan was stunned, could it be that he was dreaming?

He stretched out his right hand made of wood, tapped it regularly in the air, and used his own spiritual power to activate the dream awakening technique.

The next moment, it seemed that a great bell from ancient times rang, and the consciousness space was overwhelmed.All the ink paintings, including the two people walking side by side in the painting, are like reflections in a lake hit by falling rocks, turning into incoherent fragments.

Zhong Weiwan suddenly opened his eyes.

He was sitting on the bed at this moment.

The sun outside the house is just right, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the birds flutter their wings from the treetops, and fly high into the sky, leaving a clear and clear cry that gradually fades away.

Zhong Weiwan remembered that today should be the day when the Cangyun Sword Award will be held. At midnight, that ancient sword shadow will fall from the vast sky and appear above the peaks.

He concentrated on studying the optimization of the spirit puppet a few days ago, and his mind was a little too exhausted. He wanted to sit quietly at night and adjust his breath, but he fell asleep inadvertently.

It seemed to be a dream.

What dream?

Zhong Weiwan recalled it carefully, but only remembered the boundless darkness, there were two people walking together under the night, and one of them seemed to be himself.

As for the identity of the other person and what happened during the journey together, all of them disappeared without a trace in the dream, leaving no trace in my mind.