Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

"Don't look at it."

Ming Jiuyuan covered his eyes, whispered in his ear: "Let's go to the other side."

As he said that, he circled Qiu Chenzhi's wrist, trying to lead him elsewhere.

But Qiu Chenzhi stood there, didn't move, just frowned slightly, and said: "What's wrong?"

"Do I see anything in the mirror?"

After a long silence, Ming Jiuyuan did not answer his question, but said slowly: "Come with me, I will take you to see what is hidden in this cave."

Feeling the hand encircling him persistently, Qiu Chenzhi had no choice but to nod, and followed Ming Jiuyuan away.

The palm covered in front of his eyes still didn't move away, Qiu Chenzhi walked in the dark quite strangely, following the cold touch on his wrist, he turned a few turns.

Ming Jiuyuan grabbed his wrist with one hand and covered his eyes with the other, almost taking Qiu Chenzhi into his arms, but he didn't feel awkward at all, just walked straight to a door.

He looked at the door in front of him with nostalgia, sighed softly, put down his palm, and pushed open the door in front of him.

The darkness in front of him dissipated, Qiu Chenzhi opened his eyes, looked at the layout of the house in front of him, and suddenly opened his eyes in a little surprise.

This room... seems to be a children's room.

Yes, it is exactly the same as the children's room in modern society. The interior of the room is painted light blue, a pile of puppets and toys are randomly piled up in the corner, a low desk and a small children's room are leaning against the wall. bed.

A string of wind chimes hung in front of the window of the house, and they shook slightly as they pushed the door, making a shallow sound, and a thin layer of dust was stirred up.

On the walls inside the house, many common cartoon characters are even drawn...Of course, unlike the monsters outside, they are all normal versions.

The exterior is a ethereal fairy cave, and the interior decoration is a warm and childish children's paradise...

The style of painting is not in the same dimension at all!

Qiu Chenzhi stared blankly at this seemingly random room, walked in unconsciously, raised his head and looked around the room.

This room inexplicably gave him a very familiar feeling, but he didn't know where the familiarity came from, even this was the first time he stepped into this room in his memory.

Could it be that he is not the only traveler in this world? The person who arranged this room and the monsters in the illusion must have come from the same place as him.

I swear by the pig Peggy and the gourd baby on the wall, if the owner of this illusion is not a childlike traveler, it is simply unscientific!

He suddenly thought of the man in black who claimed to be the "Lord of Illusion" behind him, and hurriedly turned around and asked, "Xiao Jiu, where are you from..."

The unfinished words stopped abruptly.

Looking at his empty back, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The master of the illusion disappeared again, no one knew where he was going.

It's true that every time you really need him, he's always not by your side.

Qiu Chenzhi raised his forehead, rubbed the center of his brows, and scanned the whole room again, but he didn't understand Xiao Jiu's intention of bringing him here.

After taking a few steps, he came to the small children's bed, brushed the dusty bed with his hand, and sat down tentatively.

"Ok?"

After sitting on the bed, his calf unconsciously shrank under the bed, and he felt that his heel touched a hard object.

What's under this bed?

Out of curiosity, he leaned down, lifted the sheets hanging from the edge of the bed and looked around, and then dragged out a heavy and old ebony box from underneath.

The box is about two feet square, and the wood is heavy and extremely strong, but the paint on it has a lot of scratches, mottled and peeling off everywhere, there is a piece of brass on the box cover, and a piece of paint is dropped on the box mouth. Put the little brass lock.

Both the copper plate and the copper lock are covered with blue-green patina, decayed and broken, not like some fairy treasure, but like a mortal thing.

Although the plants and trees in this cave were dusty and dusty due to neglect, everything was still as good as new. Except for the bronze mirror that would automatically recover just now, this ebony box was the one he found. The only one that breaks the old stuff.

Qiu Chenzhi curiously blew up a thick layer of dust on the box, and reached out to pull the rusty copper lock.

Sure enough, as he expected, this box was just an ordinary thing, there was no spell trap set on it, and the rotten copper lock was pulled off with a light pull.

When I opened the box, there was a jade-handled rattle with the drumsticks missing on the top layer. A faded puppet tiger was hidden in a corner of the box. In addition, there were two big puppets, one small and three puppets.

The three puppets were all ugly, and one of them was wrapped in black rags, and even had long messy hair stuck to its head, which was so ugly that it hurt the eyes.

Qiu Chenzhi glanced at the puppet again, and silently looked away.

too ugly.

The owner of this box should be the child who lives in this children's room. Only a child would hide these lifeless toys like treasures and put the box under his bed.

He stretched out his index finger and plucked the black hair on the ugly puppet's head, then rummaged through the box a few more times, and finally found a thick black leather diary at the bottom.

Holding this diary, which also has a modern style, Qiu Chenzhi hesitated for a moment, and opened it hesitantly to read it.

As soon as I turned the first page, two lines of text with very different styles came into view.

The line of characters on the left, the handwriting is smooth and flowing, the brush is like a dragon and a snake, and the cursive calligraphy of the flamboyant and phoenix dance almost flies to the sky.

Send it to my little bastard.

Qiu Chenzhi looked at the line of words on the left that was about to go to heaven, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and then looked at the line of words on the right.

The handwriting on the right is steady, like a cloud of smoke, but there is a bit of a faint edge between the lines, silver hooks and iron paintings, smart and flowing, and even the words are concise and powerful——

Give it to my son.

Obviously, the people who wrote these two lines were the parents of the child, and they should have arranged the entire cave and the small illusion mirror, including this modern-style children's room.

I just don't know which of these two is the time traveler?

After Qiu Chenzhi had doubts in his heart, he carefully looked at the line of writing on the right, stretched out his hand as if holding a pen with some doubts, and gestured in mid-air, always feeling that this line of writing was slightly similar to his own.

However, I used to write mostly with a pen, which is slightly different from the pen and ink in front of me, and my handwriting is also more gentle, less sharp, and not as aggressive as the handwriting in front of me.

Putting aside the flash of doubt in his mind, he immediately turned to the next page.

On the second page, a line of crooked and immature handwriting appeared before his eyes.

"Today, my father taught me to read and write, and gave me this little notebook, saying that I have grown up and can write my own diary, which is just a good time to practice my writing."

"I asked my father what a diary is. My father said that he wrote down what happened every day around him on paper, and he promised not to peek."

"If I write a diary every day, will my father be happy, and will he smile more?"

Compared with the two lines of handwriting on the previous page, the text on this page is like a child who has just been enlightened, holding a writing brush and writing it crookedly and laboriously. The writing is naive and the words don't convey the meaning.

There are even a lot of typos mixed in a short paragraph, the text is dripping with ink, and there are traces of smears everywhere.

Qiu Chenzhi knew that it must have been written by the child who lived in this room, seeing these immature words, he couldn't help smiling, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he continued to read.

"Today, I went to my father's residence to look for him. On the way, I met those fairies dressed in white flowers all over their bodies. They stood aside and looked at me cautiously."

"I don't like them because they never liked me."

"But I know that they are most afraid of my father. As soon as my father comes out, the group of white immortals will bow down and salute, and they will never dare to look at me again."

Looking at this passage, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

The child's parents were indeed immortals. It seemed that the whole little illusion mirror was not a mortal thing as people said, but had fallen here from a fairy world nine days away.

Well, it turns out that the fairyland is really a piece of white flowers... the fairy living in it is surrounded by white all day long, won't they suffer from snow blindness?

What should I do, I suddenly have no expectations for the fairy world...

With a trace of silent mourning for the immortals in the fairy world, he continued to read.

"I'm very angry because I found out that my adoptive father actually peeked at my diary, because after he peeked at my diary, he ran to beat up those immortals yesterday."

"But my father said that the diary can only be read by yourself, and no one else can peek at it."

"So I ran to tell my father, and my father ran to beat up my adoptive father."

"Sure enough, my father is the most powerful. Although my adoptive father is usually very powerful, he can beat anyone he wants, but every time he fights with my father, he dare not fight back, so my father is the real number one in the world."

Facing the child's bragging about his father in the diary, Qiu Chenzhi frowned and thought of a question.

This child mentioned his own father, and then mentioned his godfather... Why hasn't he mentioned his own mother until now?

With such a question in mind, he turned another page.

"After being beaten yesterday, my adoptive father knew that I was the one who sued my father, so he came here and spanked me again today."

"My butt hurts...I want to tell my father!"

"After my foster father knew what I was thinking, he still squatted beside me, squinted his eyes and poked me on the forehead, saying that I was a complainant who didn't grow up. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have picked me up from the river."

"???"

"Father started teasing me again, treating me like a three-year-old child! Which child didn't crawl out of the stomach, but was fished out of the river instead?"

"Besides, I am so similar to my father, it is almost carved out of the same mold, how could it not be my own?"

Seeing this, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, thinking that it's no wonder the child never mentioned his mother, it turned out he picked it up.

He could almost foresee the child's heartbreak in the future.

So he turned another page.

"Today I explained my point of view to a group of white fairies, and asked them if their point of view was correct. Was I almost carved out of the same mold as my father?"

"...In the end, a group of people all had 'you're kidding me' expressions on their faces!"

"What's going on? Don't I actually look like my father? But shouldn't a son look like his father?"

"But it's so similar! Like my father, my skin is very white, so white that there are almost no blemishes."

"My hair is also very black. It is black, long, shiny and smooth. My father usually likes to rub my head, so I never tie my hair up."

"And my eyes are also dark without a trace of variegation, and I usually like to wear black clothes..."

"...Wait! I seem to know where the problem is!"

"I deliberately ran to see my adoptive father, who was drinking at that time, his dark eyes were shining because of the wine, the black robe on his body was wet from the leaked wine, and his hair was black, bright and smooth. His smooth long hair is never tied back, and no matter how much wine he drinks, his pale skin can't get a trace of blush..."

"..."

"No wonder I said I looked like my father before, but the immortals all looked like dogs. It turns out that my adoptive father and I were really carved out of the same mold!"

"Who the hell was I born?... No, I must go to my father tomorrow to find out."

etc!Not quite right?

This page of the diary contains too much information, Qiu Chenzhi was stunned when he saw this, and was almost speechless by the information revealed in the diary.

The child's "father" and "adopted father"... Is the relationship between the two of them not quite right?

Why does the child feel that he was born by these two people?

With trembling hands, he turned to the next page of the diary.

"It's a dog, so I really picked it up—"

As soon as I turned this page, a swear word jumped out. The handwriting was extraordinarily thick, as if the owner of the handwriting had written this line of words with great anger and collapse.

Qiu Chenzhi frowned, and continued to read.

"Today I went to ask my father for verification, but my father actually carried me to the underworld."

"The underworld has always been dark, and it is two extremes with the fairy world. I don't like it too much, but my father took me to the sky above the famous river Styx in the underworld, pointed out a place seriously, and told me that my foster father was there at the beginning. Where did you find me?"

"...I don't want to know so clearly at all!"

"I asked my father in despair, why did my adoptive father pick me up?"

"Father recalled it very seriously, and then told me that the adoptive father was just careless at the time, and he cannot be blamed for this incident."

"...What do you mean by being careless?"

"My father continued to say that my adoptive father loved to play when he was young. In order to show his strength in front of him, he made a bet with others to see who would dare to jump into the dead river of Styx, and be the first to fish for the ghost stone at the bottom of the river of Styx amidst the sinister evil spirit."

"Because the Wraith Stone is the most precious, before jumping down, the adoptive father laughed and promised his father that no matter whether he can get the Wraith Stone this time, he will take the first thing he fished in the river. Give this treasure to your father."

"Then foster father and his competitor jumped into the river of Styx together, and in the end his competitor was really lucky to fish up a ghost stone... while he floated with a child in his arms in a daze. Come up."

"Father can't laugh now."

"No one knows why a child appeared at the bottom of the Styx River. Although this dead river Styx gave birth to the creatures on the Netherland, even the Stygians crawled out of their mothers' stomachs. Nobody was ever fished out of the river."

"Finally, since my blood is also a member of the Ming clan, and I am of the same race as my stepfather, my stepfather couldn't bear to throw me where I came from. After all, the number of Hades is too rare."

"He chose to raise me for a while...and then almost raised me to death."

"Through this, the adoptive father found out that he could not raise children at all."

"Fortunately, my father really couldn't stand it any longer, and offered to adopt me and bring me to the fairy world to raise me, so that I was lucky enough to grow up so big."

"After listening to my father's narration, I was stunned and very broken. I was in a daze on the way back."

"It turns out that I'm really not my own..."

After reading this, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for the child in the diary, and then turned another page...

Blank.

He was a little surprised, and quickly flipped through the diary a few times, but saw a blank space. Obviously, the child did not continue to write in the diary during the period after that.

Maybe it was because he found out that he was not his own, and the shock was too big for a while?

Qiu Chenzhi thought for a while, and then turned the diary to the last few pages in one breath.

In the last few pages of the diary, there are some words again, and the handwriting at this time is much calmer than at the beginning.

Maybe it's because the interval between them is too long. At this time, the children have grown up a little and have already passed the enlightenment stage.

He turned one of the pages.

"I don't know why, but my father and foster father quarreled again..."

If Qiu Chenzhi thought about it, he turned another page.

"Recently, my father and foster father don't even quarrel, and foster father doesn't often come to the fairyland to drink, and my father no longer takes me to the underworld to play. The two of them don't even see each other very often."

"Father laughs less and less recently, he is very cold, his eyes are indifferent, and he can hardly see emotions..."

He turned to the last page.

"Today, it's rare for my father to calm down, and it's rare for him to talk to me. I'm really happy."

"My father said that he wanted to hide something with me. I recommended my small wooden box to him. It is absolutely safe. My most important treasures are all placed here."

"Seeing my small wooden box, my father actually smiled in a rare way, the corners of his mouth were curved very gently, and then he really hid his treasure inside."

"To help my father today, I am so happy that I can hardly sleep at night."

"But my father wants me to move to live with him tomorrow. I have to cherish the time lying with my little bed. After I move out, I may not come back to this place often."

"I have to say goodbye to the little pig on the wall, and the cube guy in pants, the mouse and the duck, the seven little gourds, and the two bears..."

"Goodnight everybody!"

At the bottom of this diary page, the child who wrote the diary left a small name—Qiu Ming.

The diary came to an abrupt end here.

Apparently, the child named Qiu Ming who lived in this room never came back after he moved out.

Qiu Chenzhi read the last page of the diary several times, but he still didn't know what the father of the child described in the diary was hiding here.

He searched the bottom of the box again, careful not to mess up the boy's beloved little box.

After searching carefully, he finally found a tattered paper ball in an inconspicuous blind corner of the box.

Is this so special that you need to hide the treasure?

He carefully unfolded the tattered ball of paper, only to see that on this piece of waste paper, there was actually a picture carefully outlined with pen and ink.

A snake, a snake that bites its own tail and bends its body into a ring.

Qiu Chenzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Isn't the one on this painting the famous Uroboro snake?

That is, the biting snake familiar to modern people, also called ouroboros. There was such a picture in the middle school textbook. Anyone who knows a little bit knows that this snake is used in some myths and philosophical systems. frequently appear in .

The Orobora snake represents "self-reference" and "infinite cycle". Rebuilding itself in the infinite self-destruction is almost an unsolvable cycle.

Leaving such a painting, could it be the work of that traverser again?

What is he trying to explain?

While contemplating, he turned his attention to the thing wrapped in this group of pictures.

A shiny shard, missing something.

Looking at the fragment, Qiu Chenzhi felt that it was inexplicably familiar, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand hesitantly, and touched it lightly with his fingertips.

……

At the same time, in the fairyland nine days away.

Qiu Ming was expressionless, dressed in black and with long hair, walking hurriedly at the intersection between the fairy world and the outside world.

The moment Qiu Chenzhi's fingertips touched the shards, he also stopped suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned his gaze to the mortal world under his feet.

That thing...was touched.

The gears of fate began to turn, and all the pre-set chess pieces in the chess game that my father had laid out finally fell on my position.

It's just the adoptive father... the father didn't tell him anything, will he become a variable in it?

For a while, his mind was chaotic, and in a flash of thought, Qiu Ming almost wanted to abandon the affairs of the fairy world, violate the prohibition issued by his father without authorization, and secretly go to the mortal world to have a look.

Even just for a glance.

But he stood firmly on the clouds, his eyes turned to the mortal world, which he could never see clearly, but he never moved.

Now he can't go to the mortal world... Absolutely not.

At least he couldn't give away his father's whereabouts until the tail flicked behind him.

"Hey, isn't this the Nadir kid from the fairy world? Why are you standing here, little guy?"

A dissolute voice reached his ears, and immediately, the boundary between the fairyland and the outside world flickered slightly, and a figure walked lazily towards him with his shoes on, stepping into the fairyland.

Qiu Ming's pupils trembled undetectably.

coming!