Master, who is looking through me?

51,

I haven't seen Jiang Lianzhou for several months, but I still come to this study every day when I fall asleep; every time I come, the room is the same as when I left last time, and there is no trace of another person coming.

I have never seen the owner of this room, nor have I seen any forbidden spells in the room, as if it is not fortified against people.

It would be boring to stay here alone for a long time.As time goes by, I no longer observe the vain etiquette that no one can see, and just pick up the book on the shelf and read it——I feel more and more comfortable in this study.

I flipped through the books in my hand, but my thoughts drifted away.Li Yunshi suddenly came to me during the day and asked about Qingyuan's Ji family—the Ji family that was extremely prosperous thousands of years ago but was finally submerged in time. It was so far away that almost no ancient books were recorded; I only saw a few words about it in the dusty old books that no one cares about in the library of Sanxizong, so I was able to hear about this once prosperous family.There are only a few lines in the book, but it can already be used to glimpse the glory of Qingyuanji's family in those days.

It was also at that moment that I finally knew where the disobedience in Yun Shi came from—his time seemed to be lost somewhere, and it was a time that should have been dusty thousands of years ago: never worrying Zhenren and Lord Linxi, and then to today's Qingyuanji family.I asked him if he ever stopped in the ancient realm.It is rumored that the passage of time in the ancient secret realm is different from the outside world, forming a world of its own; I once heard that a person accidentally entered the secret realm, and a hundred years had passed when he came out again.It would make sense if he had this adventure before...but he said he couldn't remember.

In this way, I have no way of guessing.But anyway, since he specifically mentioned this place to me, it means that the Ji family should have a lot to do with him.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sit still. I got up and walked to the desk, and opened the records on the desk again—there might be some clues in this strange record.

The secret exercises listed on the bookshelves in this room are all the only copies that outside practitioners dream of, but they are placed here in such a large order that the owner here does not seem to care about them.The most special thing in this room is the fragmented chronicles scattered casually on the desk, but they don't look like they should be taken seriously. When you flip through a page, you can see that the master just jotted down a few notes as he pleases, and he can do whatever he wants.

In these records, the style of writing has changed from uninhibitedness implied in the regularity at the beginning to the unrestrained madness that is revealed; from the initial fluff, when the interest comes, there will be one or two comments, and then it becomes less and less, and the further you go, the less whispers there are. , the chronicle is becoming more and more simple, and often a few words can outline a genius's life: outstanding talent, young fame, trapped in a certain realm, no matter how difficult it is to make progress, and finally fall.

The most astonishing thing is that these amazing and talented people recorded in the books have been hundreds of years ago, and thousands of years away.

——Who is the owner of this chronicle?Only in this way can we talk about these talents who have amazed the world in a calm tone, without regret or exclamation; between the lines, there is only the indifference of the world and the world, and treat everything as a dog.It seems that these geniuses are nothing but dust in his eyes.The way of heaven is impermanent and permanent, and everything has its own rules.

When I flip through this messy chronicle, I am often forced to look down.Today is different - my shoulders suddenly sank, and I have escaped from the endless coercion.

Turning my face away in a daze, the person I hadn't seen in the past few months was looking at me with a smile, "What are you looking for?"

When we met again after a few months, there seemed to be something more in this person's eyes, deep and deep; but if you look deeply, there seems to be nothing.

I was still a little dazed, and stared blankly at Jiang Lianzhou in front of me for a while, then came back to my senses: "Why are you here? Where have you been these past few months?"

"Oh, Xiaoqigui, do you miss me?"

I grinned without a smile on my face.Where has this person changed?When I was dazzled.

"Xiaoqigui, are you going to be a guest elsewhere and ask why the host is here?" Jiang Lianzhou raised his eyebrows and laughed teasingly, "Or are you willing to be the host of this place with me?"

I was stunned, then the owner of Suiji... Yes, Jiang Lianzhou had a frivolous look in front of me from the beginning, and he never showed anything else, so much so that I forgot--before the fall of the Lianzhou guest, he was also able A venerable who stands shoulder to shoulder with a master.

He casually flipped through the brochures I read just now, "Are you thinking that I'm not the same as them at all?"

I am silent.I suddenly realized just now that no matter how this person looks, he was once a powerful immortal who could overlook the entire cultivation world.This made me not know how to deal with him for a while, so I had to keep silent.

But he didn't seem to notice my strangeness, flipped through the book, then closed it casually, and said with a smile: "Then do you like me more than them?"

I paused, and the solemnity that had just risen in my heart was lightly swept away, "How can there be a venerable like you?"

"What's so good about being a venerable?" There was a rare look of embarrassment on his face, his eyes were dim, as if covered in a layer of fog, and he couldn't see clearly; in the end, he seemed to have given up on pursuing something, and said simply: " Anyway, I don’t think it’s good.” After finishing speaking, I changed the subject and answered my previous question: “The demonic energy around you is getting stronger, and I’m restrained. I need to spend more energy and cultivate myself when I come out now. Days come."

My heart tightened, and I didn't have time to worry about the other things, I only picked up the most important thing: "Why is there a devil around me?!"

"Huh?" He drew the tone, blinked his eyes, and looked quite innocent: "Then how do I know?"

I looked at him and he looked at me.

There was silence for a while, but I felt uncomfortable first.I thought he was just posturing, but his demeanor was as usual, and he didn't seem to be fake. I hesitated and said: "...You really don't know? Don't you know what happened to me?"

He snorted, "Not to mention the physical body, I am the soul, and I am incomplete. This appearance is not even a spirit body. There are many more times when I am asleep than when I am awake... On the day Lianzhou was born, I Taking over your spiritual sense and fighting with others, the loss is too great."

This man talks as he speaks, and even stabs me a few words.

"Later, Lianzhou found you, and I was able to repair the residual spirit, and I was able to come to see you. But even so, I fell into a deep sleep after that day, until now."

It suddenly occurred to me that Li Chuyue said that the Lianzhou Sword was born out of a summons, that is to say, the Lianzhou Sword can sense Jiang Lianzhou that no one else can detect except me?

I thought so, so I asked.But Jiang Lianzhou seemed to be stopped by the question, and after pondering for a while, he said: "...Maybe."

"...Then where are you?" I suddenly felt a little strange, "Is it in my body?—Why did you die in the first place?"

He seemed to be lost in thought, "...I was in your dream when I woke up."

"Then I don't know." I said.

We both fell silent.

I thought to myself: I have a lack of spirit, it is rare to not be a fool, it is normal to forget something.Qingmu and I don't care about it, should we still care about him?

Jiang Lianzhou thought for a while, but he still couldn't think of any reason, so he asked another: "Have you met any strangers recently?"

As soon as he mentioned it, I thought of Yun Shi.I knew he wanted to ask about demonic energy, but Yun Shi could never be a demonic cultivator, so I said firmly, "He is a sword cultivator."

His brows moved slightly, "You're sure."

"nature."

He seemed to be curious, "Who is that person?"

I hesitated for a while, and I still looked like the saber when I was out of the clouds.However, before I could speak, Jiang Lianzhou's face changed slightly, "...is this the person you mentioned?"

"Exactly."

"Is it... Yunshi?"

"Why?" I was quite surprised, "You know him?"

"More than that?" He resumed his half-smile, "Xiao Qigui, you know your master's title is Fu Qing, but do you know his real name?"

My eyelids jumped suddenly, and I suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yunshi," Jiang Lianzhou smiled, staring into my eyes, every word was like a thousand catties, "Fuqing's real name is Yunshi."

"The one in your hand is the Qingyuan Sword, Qingyuan Ji's family.

"The Ji family is dying day by day, which is a very late event. But when Yun Shi was still young, the Ji family was in full bloom.

"Although the Qingyuan sword is an outer sword, it is a rare thing, and it has always been passed down to the best disciples of the Ji family, as the saber before the natal sword condenses.

"And Yunshi's name was given by his mother Lingchuan Fairy Yunyi.

"Early after Fairy Lingchuan passed away, he abandoned his common name, cut off his ties to the world, and devoted himself to Taoism. The longer Yunshi became famous, the more people in the world knew Fuqing and less Yunshi. Gradually, people who knew his real name became more Even less. Now, how many people know and dare to mention his name?"

When Jiang Lianzhou said this, he might have seen the clue from my expression.Although the smile on his lips was still on, he was unpredictable, "I know you have always treated your master differently... but I never thought that you would dare to 'deceive the master and destroy the ancestor'."