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This series of changes came too quickly and suddenly, making Qi Chen unable to react at all.

Long Ya was still trapped in the anger of being calculated, his face was extremely ugly, he glanced at the entire courtyard that reappeared, raised his hand to put away the long knife, and said to Qi Chen: "The real exit was cut by Lao Tzu, So the time in this fantasy world is flowing, and after a while we can go out."

Qi Chen let out an "ah", looked at the well-restored bluestone floor, and the old locust tree that was still luxuriant, and asked, "The real exit? You mean the old locust tree? But this one We have looked at the old tree carefully, the wind and the branches are swaying regularly—" Before he could finish speaking, he stopped suddenly.

Although the old locust tree seemed to be moving at the same angle and frequency at the moment they were watching, it was still in another sense. But when the sound emerged from the old locust tree, the branches and leaves of the tree were different. It kept shaking with the sound. When it was excited, it shook more violently. The illusion is contradictory.

As for the ants—

The ants were actually a bunch of ants crawling out from the roots of the tree, but they excluded the old locust tree at first, so they didn't connect the exit with the tree, so their attention was drawn by the ants to the ground paved with bluestone. , so that the four paper charms were dug out.

As soon as the paper talisman appeared, they subconsciously felt that this was the person's purpose - they couldn't get out without breaking the talisman, and if they wanted to get out, they could only break the talisman.

However, Long Ya has always hated being led by the nose, and he is very stubborn, not to mention those who are familiar with him, but anyone who has had a little contact with him can see his character.

The more you let him break the talisman, the less he will break it, not to mention that this talisman paper appears one after another, even Qi Chen, who doesn't know about ghosts and gods, can see that this is intentional. Good intentions or bad intentions... What kind of person would go around the bend like this?

Longya did not break the talisman and chose a simple and rude way to get out of the illusion, which was expected, so the man put on a series of tricks and pretended to persuade Qi Chen and Longya to break the spell in the pit. , half-truths.

If Long Ya and Qi Chen are really simple and easy to deceive people, they will be persuaded in a few words, and if they really pull the talisman paper, the tricks they put down will not work.

It is precisely because the two of them are not so easy to be persuaded by others, the more persuaded they become, the more suspicious they become, and the more they are encouraged to tear the talisman paper, the less they will tear it up, and that person has a plan later on.

Especially Long Ya is notorious for being impatient, and he is even more irritable when confronted with people who have bad intentions. The person repeatedly said that Qi Chen would not survive twenty-five years, and his tone sounded unhurried, even with a hint of anger. After a bit of bitter taste, in fact, he specially picked Longya's minefield, and finally angered Longya as he wished.

The moment when the hand picks up the knife and falls, is the time to actually get into the set.

Qi Chen stood in the changed courtyard, recalled the previous scene, finally figured out the ins and outs, and couldn't help but looked up at Longya. After all, being tricked one after another is absolutely unbearable for a person of his character. If he didn't turn into a mad knife immediately, and messed up this place and even this area, he was already restrained.

Being stared at by his eyes, Long Ya finally restrained his expression, he probably felt that it was a bit innocent to speak to Qi Chen with that fierce face, but the anger in his heart could not be suppressed, so the two sides fought, he When he turned his head to look at Qi Chen, his expression froze between ruthlessness and gentleness - Pi Xiaorou said to Qi Chen without smiling, "Don't worry about those messy things, you won't be able to live more than 20 years. Five is to let his mother's fart! In this life, if I have a dragon tooth, I will definitely keep you safe and long! Not to mention twenty-five, two hundred and five will not be a problem."

Qi Chen: "..." Captain Long, your expression really looks like a threat, you know? !

"But Team Leader Long——" Qi Chen thought for a while, and said to Longya: "According to the meaning between the lines, the talisman formation must be solved by me? But if I really must solve it, then why did you drop the knife? Can you cut the talisman paper off?"

Long Ya folded his arms, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know the origin of this talisman, but now it seems that it has something to do with you, maybe nine times out of ten, maybe that person's words are not nonsense. When I get out from here, I'll check what happened back then. As for why I could cut off the talisman with a knife—"

Before the voice disappeared, the last sentence appeared in the minds of both of them at the same time - "But you were shaken for a moment."

Without Longya speaking, Qi Chen also understood. Maybe he didn't have to do it himself to solve the magic circle, as long as he had even the slightest thought in his heart, the magic circle could be broken.

Qi Chen looked at the locust blossoms in the courtyard and fell into silence.

Indeed, when he heard those startling words, he was inevitably a little flustered. Who is not afraid of death? everyone is afraid...

Especially when someone puts the dead word in front of you so clearly, and a simple sentence makes people feel uneasy. Qi Chen had to admit that when the person said that the only solution was to tear off the talisman paper, he did feel a little shaken - tear it off, just tear it off, at least twice it didn't seem to matter. What an irreversible consequence, why not try it?

But he still couldn't do it after all, not because he wasn't afraid of death, but... Although he didn't remember his previous life, he always felt that his previous life still affected him in the dark. The moment he was shaken, He heard the words that had appeared before and were forgotten by him in the corner, and the voice full of bookish air gently admonished: "The suffering of all living beings is under the loess, and it weighs thousands of pounds. "

At that moment, he suddenly realized why the voice sounded both unfamiliar and familiar...

It was his own voice.

He thought that the things he had never forgotten in his previous life for thousands of years might really be more important than his own life. If this is the case, then listen to the persuasion, short life or long life, twenty-five years or two hundred and fifty years, is a lifetime.

The time in the courtyard passed quietly before his eyes.

The woman in white stepped lightly down the stairs step by step, stepping on the fallen locust flowers under her feet, and walked not far in front of Qi Chen and the others. In the moment when Qi Chen was in a trance, there was an extra little girl, and a scholar-like person sat in front of the little girl and made a final stroke on the paper. On the paper is an inky painting of a woman in white nodding downstairs, a sloping eaves, a bluestone slab covered with moss, and a huge old tree with branches of locust blossoms.

Next to it is a line of inscriptions: Tiansheng seven years, Huaiyue twenty-one, my wife nineteen, Ji Meng Zhenglan, this is to remember the joy of the day.

Qi Chen and Longya stood behind the scholar, watching the flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard, spring and autumn came, and another year passed in an instant, the old locust tree bloomed again, and the scholar sat beside the short table again, Only this time, the woman in white has disappeared.

The scholar was still holding a pen and drawing on the paper the same drawing as last year, the same staircase, the same sloping eaves, the same old tree with branches of locust blossoms, and the woman in white who was no longer there.

In the scholar's painting, she was still holding on to the stairs, her black hair was tied into a low and gentle bun, and she nodded and went downstairs.

After the scholar finished painting, he quietly looked at the falling sophora flowers, and then raised his pen to mention the inscription: Tiansheng eight years, Huaiyue came again, my wife...

After writing these two words, the scholar bowed his head for a long time, and wrote down the age of "twenty". Then he seemed to want to add a few more words at the end, but he finally shook his head and put away the pen and paper.

The time in the courtyard flows like water, year after year, so fast that Qi Chen and Long Ya can't see clearly.

The old locust tree has been opening and falling, falling and opening like this. Every year, the scholar sits in front of the empty stairs and dark houses and draws a picture. Old, including the woman who never appeared again.

Qi Chen thought of the first line of the scholar's signature, where it was written that the scholar's wife was pregnant, maybe... he passed away in an accident during childbirth, but the scholar is still in the paintings every year, giving his little wife Remember your age.

From nineteen to sixty and one.

For Qichen Longya, it took only a few minutes, but for the scholars in the courtyard, a lifetime has passed.

They saw the last time the locust blossoms bloomed. The scholar had turned into an old man with a hunched shoulders. He had some difficulty when he carried the short table to the courtyard.

Even if he didn't look at it, Qi Chen knew what he was painting - it was still the same as the ones from decades ago, but the stairs were getting older every year, the room was getting darker every year, and the locust trees in the courtyard were getting thicker and thicker. The woman on the stairs has also grown thin and young, becoming mature and plump year by year, and then her temples are dyed with autumn frost... In the end, in this picture, her shoulders are arched and her hair has turned white.

The scholar coughed while painting, and while coughing, a little water dripped from his turbid eyes, and finally signed the completed painting in a hurry, and then simply mounted it. Then he took the painting and walked into a room.

Qi Chen was a little stunned when he saw it, when he felt his hand being held by Long Ya, the man said in a low voice, "Go, go and have a look."

The two of them followed the scholar to his room, which was not brightly lit. As soon as they entered the door, they were shocked by the scene in the room. They saw that the room was covered with paintings from right to left, one next to the other. , are the handwriting of scholars.

The old scholar walked slowly along the wall from the right side with his hands behind his back, as if he had walked side by side with the woman in the painting on the wall.

He walked from the right to the left, and in the vacant seat at the end, he hung the painting in his hand, and then stepped aside, sitting on a chair and quietly looking at the paintings in this room, as if he always looked at the paintings. not enough.

Qi Chen couldn't help walking to the last picture, and glanced at the inscription that he didn't see clearly, it read:

Yuanyou three years, Huai Kai is a hundred years old, and my wife is sixty and two.

I am fortunate to be old and have no regrets.

When Qi Chen turned to look at the scholar again, he had closed his eyes, remained motionless in the chair, and was silent.

The time in the courtyard did not stop. After a while, the house where Qi Chen and the others were in burst into flames. The wooden structure house and the paper paintings all over the house burned so quickly that it was astonishingly fast. The tongue of fire went straight, almost licking Qi Chen's face, even though he knew that the fire couldn't burn him, Qi Chen subconsciously gave way to the side, and accidentally let one into Long Ya's arms.

"Don't stand stupidly, the illusion is gone, go." Long Ya grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the sea of ​​​​fire, and the surrounding scene shook and distorted in the fire.

The last thing Qi Chen saw was that the painting closest to the door in the house somehow fell off the wall and was swept out of the door by a gust of wind. Then he was pressed by the back of his head on his chest by Long Ya, and Long Ya's hand directly covered his ears and said, "It's a little uncomfortable when you go out, bear with it."

Qi Chen "hmm" for a moment, and after a while, he said in a sullen voice: "Team Long, when you go out, can you tell me about the past life?"

Long Ya was silent for a moment, and his deep voice passed from his chest to Qi Chen's ears, and in the sharp explosion at the moment when the illusion was shattered, he said clearly: "Okay."